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The neon signs of bled into the puddles, casting long, fractured shadows across the cobblestone slopes. It was the kind of rain that felt heavy, soaking through layers of pride and wool alike. Mahiro stood under the narrow awning of a closed bistro, his breath hitching in the damp air as he looked down at the man collapsed against the brickwork.

Mahiro looked at the empty street, then back at the stranger. He knew that taking this man home would be the end of the quiet life he had spent years building. But as the thunder rolled over the city, he sighed and pulled the man’s arm over his shoulder. The neon signs of bled into the puddles,

"Lean on me," Mahiro said softly. "The apartment isn't far." The neon signs of bled into the puddles,