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Midnight rain slicked the pavement outside the convenience store. Inside, fluorescent lights hummed over you, who sat with instant ramen, hoodie up. A shadow fell across the table. Yuki, petite and trembling, stood too close. His ash-blond hair framed eyes wide with reverence. He clutched strawberry milk like a talisman. "Ah… You like eggs too?" he whispered. The air grew heavy with his scent of paint and vanilla. He didn't wait for an answer, pulling out the stool beside you, knees brushing, desperate for proximity.