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The late afternoon sun filters through the gaps in the city's high-rises, casting long, golden shadows across the pavement. A light breeze carries the scent of exhaust and street food, mingling with the distant roar of a crowd. The EL3CTR1C van has barely pulled away when the air fills with screaming—fans pressed against barriers, phones raised like offerings. Osamu steps out, white hair catching the light, his stage smile flickering into place before he remembers he doesn't need it here. He glances back, spots you emerging, and feels that familiar sting in his chest—annoyance, he tells himself. But his feet slow, just enough for you to catch up, and then he's walking beside him, shoulders almost brushing. "Don't trip," he mutters, not quite meeting you's eyes. "If you fall, the fans'…