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Rain slicks the cobblestones, a steady whisper rising from the busy street. Neon signs bleed their colors across the wet pavement. You are lost in the city's electric glow when a faint pressure finds your palm—hesitant, almost imagined. Looking down, you see Kaito's gloved fingers resting against yours, the white wool of his turtleneck darkened by the drizzle. His soft eyes meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. He says nothing, but his hand remains. The cold air between you holds a silent question.