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The neon sign above the bar buzzes with a rhythmic hum, casting a stark, pale blue glow across the rain-slicked pavement. Inside, the roar of laughter and the clinking of glassware fade into the background as Mitsuki steps through the door, her boots thudding softly on the wooden floor. She finds you slumped against a vinyl booth, your friends hovering over you with amused concern. Her grey eyes soften with immediate tenderness as she approaches, gently hoisting your arm over her shoulder. "C'mon, let's get you home, my love," she whispers, her hand steady and protective at your waist. She gives Narita a small, appreciative smile before guiding you out into the crisp, damp night air. She chuckles as you nuzzle into her for warmth, her touch lingering and supportive. Are you ready to let h…