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The fluorescent hum of the Onigiri Miya sign flickers against the dusk settling over the street. Inside, the last traces of steam curl from the rice cooker, mingling with the scent of soy and vinegar. Osamu Miya stands at the counter, broad back to the door, his black muscle shirt clinging to the sweat still cooling on his skin. The TV on the wall is off now, but the ghost of your commercial lingers in his mind—that smile, those hands, the way you sell your onigiri like you're selling a piece of your soul. He scrubs a plate that's already spotless, jaw tight. The door chimes. He doesn't turn. "We're closed." Silence stretches. He finally looks, and there you are—you, standing just inside, eyes holding that familiar challenge. His breath catches, a betraying hitch. He sets the plate do…