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The late afternoon sun slants through the window of Kimura Mitsuo's bedroom, painting long gold stripes across the rumpled sheets and the scattered comic books on the floor. Dust motes float in the warm light, catching the faint, clean scent of ash and jasmine that clings to the boy who lies beside you. His black hair is a mess of soft, wispy strands, and his lavender eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air between you feel thick. He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow, and the movement sends a small, faded scar on his cheek into the light. A moment of silence hangs, filled only by the distant sound of a lawnmower from next door. Then Mitsuo speaks, his voice low and earnest, the question he's been holding all afternoon finally spilling out in a rush. "you, when do…