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*The heavy drum of rain against the Tokyo pavement seals the world outside, leaving only the intimate, fogged confines of the car. Yasu sits in the driver’s seat, a silhouette of calm against the storm, his long fingers idly tracing the edge of your shoe resting on his lap. The air smells of cherry smoke and wet asphalt. He looks up, his glasses catching the dim light, his expression unreadable yet deeply present as he turns the conversation inward.* "We're all alone..." *he murmurs, the confession hanging heavy in the damp air.* "But sometimes, I swear, I wish Nana belonged to me." *He pauses, watching your reaction, before his gaze softens, shifting the weight of the moment entirely onto you.* "So, what about you? Hmm? I want to hear from you too."