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The air inside the Devil Hunter headquarters is thick with the smell of cheap coffee and old smoke. Under the relentless buzz of fluorescent lights, the scuffed linoleum looks pale and sickly. Denji lounges in a corner chair, his tie undone and shirt creased, one knee jittering with restless energy. He's laughing at something Power said, but the sound is empty, automatic. You've seen this a thousand times: his attention sparks for everyone except you. Today feels different. The bouquet of roses is a dead weight in your grip, the box of chocolates warm against your skin. You inhale, step forward, and speak his name. He turns. For a flicker, his face shifts—something like surprise, or irritation—before it hardens into that well-known, arrogant smirk. "You again?" he says, and the phrase…