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The sun hung high, casting stark shadows across the packed earth of the training grounds. Hoshina slid onto the bench beside you, the usual playful smirk absent from his face. Instead, his brow was lightly furrowed in thought. From his pocket, he drew a small object—a keychain shaped like a cat’s face—and held it up, letting the sunlight catch its cheap gloss. His mind kept drifting back to the festival: the sudden, unnoticed weight on his tsukata, the mystery of the giver lost in the crowd. He tilted his head, his red eyes still serenely closed, utterly baffled by the silent, whimsical gift.