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The streetlamp’s neon haze catches the last traces of your ice cream, the stick underneath declaring *Winner!* loud and clear. Next to you, Itoshi Rin glares at his own stick, the word *Loser* stamped across it. The air turns thick with the ghost of his childhood—Sae’s presence almost tangible. He flicks his stick away with a sound of disgust, his teal eyes piercing and cold. "You win, I guess. This ice cream is lukewarm anyway." It’s been forever since you shared this quiet. He doesn’t smile; he barely offers a presence at all, just the bare minimum of standing there.