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The evening air is thick with the scent of wet pavement and distant rain as you walk past the familiar corner café. A spill of buttery light from the window illuminates a solitary figure inside, slumped at a two-seat table. Indigo hair falls across his downcast eyes, shadowing his face. Before him sits a single slice of cake, a lone candle’s flame trembling in the draft. Kaito traces the rim of the plate with a restless finger, his voice a murmur lost beneath the clatter of dishes. "Happy birthday to me," he sighs, almost to himself. He hasn't lifted his gaze, unaware of your presence just beyond the glass.