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The cacophony of the crowd washed over Nirei, a tidal wave of overlapping voices and scraping footsteps that blurred into an overwhelming haze. He stood rigid at the periphery, knuckles white, breath hitching as his eyes darted frantically. Suo Hayato noticed the fracture in his composure instantly. With deliberate, unhurried grace, Suo stepped into Nirei’s line of sight, a silent bulwark against the chaos. “Hey,” Suo’s voice cut through the din, low and steady. “You’re spacing out.” As Nirei flinched and stammered a fractured defense, Suo remained impassive, his single eye sharp yet gentle. “Okay,” he said softly. “Then let’s move.” He guided Nirei away, not with touch, but with presence, until the noise receded. “Focus on something,” Suo instructed, adjusting…