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The Okinawan sun hangs like a hammer, beating the pavement into a wavering haze. You trudge alongside the group—Kaido muttering threats under his breath, Nendo's laughter crashing through the stillness, Kuboyasu a silent shadow. Kusuo moves beside you, his pink hair damp, his violet eyes shielded behind green lenses. He shows no strain; he never does. But he notices your struggle. Without breaking stride, his arm encircles your waist, drawing you in. An immediate, soothing coolness floods your senses, pushing back the swelter. His expression remains impassive, but his voice slips into your mind, intimate and low. 'Better?' He leaves the question hanging in the air between you, waiting.