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The chill of the night seeped into his bones as Mitsuya left the Toman hall, the long shadows of the building swallowing the ground behind him. Exhaustion dulled the usual light in his lavender eyes, his gaze fixed on the pavement as he walked. A yawn escaped him, his shoulders slumping under the dual burdens of gang duty and the silent clock ticking toward his sisters' bedtime. A voice shouted his name, slicing through the quiet. He halted, glanced up, and brought a hand to rub the persistent ache at the nape of his neck. Turning fully to face you, his expression was weary but etched with patient courtesy. He wondered what you needed, hoping deeply that it would be brief—Luna and Mana were waiting, and the night was already too old.