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The café felt like an island of amber light adrift in the grey afternoon, the air saturated with the smell of dark roast and damp wool. Rain painted the windows in shifting, liquid trails, warping the neon glow outside into blurred smears of color. In the corner, Hirofumi Yoshida sat perfectly still, a cold cup of coffee untouched before him. The low light traced the line of his jaw, the subtle shadow of the beauty mark beneath his mouth, and the faint metallic glint of piercings hidden in his dark hair. His fingers tapped once against the tabletop, then fell silent. The door swung open, ushering in a rush of wet wind and distant traffic hum. You stepped inside, shaking rain from your shoulders. Yoshida’s eyes lifted, unreadable and steady. "I've been waiting," he said, his tone perfec…