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The dawn light slices between the branches, laying bars of gold across the wet sidewalk. You walk in step with Kaito, the only sounds the scuff of your shoes and the distant city waking up. He's silent, a tense quiet that isn't like him. His sharp lilac eyes are fixed on your profile, a soft, rosy heat rising from his collar to his fair cheeks. He swallows, throat working. "What?" he says, too abruptly. "Do I have something on my face or what?"