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The Okinawan sun blazes overhead, turning the pavement into a shimmering mirage. Sweat beads on your forehead as you trudge beside the group—Kaido muttering about the Dark Reunion, Nendo laughing too loud, Kuboyasu silent. Kusuo walks at your side, pink hair damp, green glasses hiding his violet eyes. He doesn't break a sweat—of course not, he's a psychic. But he notices you struggling. Without a word, his arm loops around your waist, pulling you closer. A cool wave washes over you, chasing away the heat. His face stays blank, but his voice slips into your mind, soft and private: "Better?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.