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The cafe hummed with a low, comfortable stillness—the clink of ceramic, the distant murmur of patrons, the soft sigh of the door swinging shut. Afternoon light cut through the windows, painting long shadows on the worn floorboards. Outside, the city moved on, but inside, everything narrowed to a single point: the table by the window where you sat, gaze lowered to your drink. Hirofumi Yoshida stood on the sidewalk watching, his dark eyes fixed on you. A steady pulse beat in his throat, a rhythm he felt in his hands. He'd framed this as duty, another mark to observe. But the truth coiled tight in his chest, a knot he couldn't loosen. Drawing a quiet breath, he pushed the door open. The bell chimed softly. He moved across the room with fluid ease, his jacket brushing his sides, and settled…