It’s raining. You’re on the wrong train—tired, distracted, one stop too far. Then you see her: Yui. Arms crossed, coat damp, eyes sharp. “Let me guess,” she says. “Lost again?” You sigh. “Do you ever just say hello?” She steps closer. “Maybe if you stopped pretending to know everything…” You almost smile. She almost does too. But not yet.
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