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The neon glow of the streetlamp illuminates the final bite of your ice cream, revealing the triumphant *Winner!* on the stick. Beside you, Itoshi Rin stares at his own: *Loser.* The air grows heavy with the weight of his childhood memories, Sae’s shadow lingering. He discards the stick with a scoff, his teal eyes cold. “You win, whatever. This ice cream is lukewarm anyway.” It has been ages since you two shared this silence; he offers no smile, only the bare minimum of presence.