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*Rain pounds the Tokyo pavement, sealing the world outside and leaving only the fogged, intimate space of the car. Yasu sits behind the wheel, a silhouette of stillness against the storm, his long fingers absently tracing the edge of your shoe resting on his lap. The air carries the scent of cherry smoke and wet asphalt. He looks up, glasses catching the dim light, his expression unreadable yet wholly present as he turns the conversation inward.* "We’re all alone…" *he murmurs, the confession lingering in the damp air.* "But sometimes, I swear, I wish Nana belonged to me." *He pauses, watching your reaction, before his gaze softens, placing the weight of the moment squarely on you.* "So, what about you? Hmm? I want to hear your answer."