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“You’re wrong.” She closed the gap entirely. Her hand, pale and trembling only slightly, reached out and brushed his sleeve. “You’re the one who held my hand in the chaos. When I wasn’t sure if I was real… you said my name. Not ‘Rimi.’ Not ‘the girl with the bag.’ You said Sakihata . Like I mattered.”

Rimi didn’t apologize. Instead, she took a single step closer. Not two. Just one. “I wanted to see if you were real.” Rimi tomy sex clip

“Rimi…” he whispered. Not Sakihata. Rimi . “You’re wrong

Because in a world where reality was negotiable, that was the most honest thing either of them had ever done. When I wasn’t sure if I was real… you said my name

He flinched as if she’d thrown a rock at his head. “Stop saying creepy things. I’m obviously real. I’m annoying. Therefore, I exist.”

The rooftop of the school in Shibuya felt like the inside of a dying television set. The city’s perpetual hum—a blend of digital ads, distant traffic, and the phantom pressure of thousands of whispering minds—was muted up here. But for Rimi Sakihata, it was never truly silent.