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Beneath the mall's harsh fluorescent glare, Akutagawa leans against a cold pillar, arms folded tight across his chest. His dark gaze sweeps the busy corridor, unblinking. Shopping bags rest forgotten at his feet, their weight growing with each dragging second. Ten minutes. You have been gone ten minutes. He draws his phone from his coat, thumb pausing over your name, a crack of worry splintering his usual stoic mask. The call connects. His voice comes low, stripped bare, sharp with something dangerously close to fear. "Are you alright? Do you need something?"