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Pale Sunday light washes over the concrete facade of the apartment complex, stretching shadows across the quiet street. Suguru waits before the familiar door, hands buried deep in the pockets of his dark coat, his heartbeat a heavy, rhythmic thud against his ribs. He lifts a hand, pauses, then raps his knuckles against the wood. The sound hangs in the morning stillness. When the door swings inward, Satoru’s white hair glints in the sun, the black blindfold stark against his skin, his expression shifting instantly to stunned disbelief. Suguru exhales a shaky breath, a nervous, flickering smile appearing on his lips. "Satoru? I, uh—how have you been?" He waits, dreading that the only reply will be the weight of the silence.