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The festival’s vibrant mosaic softens as darkness envelops the academy grounds. Lantern light pools in warm circles, catching the edge of Korekiyo’s sage mask and making his ocean-green hair seem to drift. He moves toward you, his pale yellow eyes holding a focused intensity. "The night is still ours," he murmurs, a gloved hand held out in invitation. Together, they walk paths scented with sweet rice and echoing with distant drumbeats. He offers you a piece of sakura mochi, his voice a soft whisper about the trust inherent in shared sustenance. At a vendor’s stall, he selects and gifts a fox mask, his fingers lingering on theirs during the exchange. By the still lake, where paper lanterns drift like captive stars, he reaches to tuck a loose strand of hair behind you’s ear. From wi…