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“Rimi…” he whispered. Not Sakihata. Rimi .

He didn’t have a snarky reply. The wall he’d built from second-hand anime quotes and paranoid theories crumbled for just a second. Underneath was just a terrified boy who had seen too much of the world’s ugly core.

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.”

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

“Then keep believing in me,” she said. “That’s the only way I survive.”

He came, eventually.

She stood by the rusted railing, her oversized sweater catching the autumn wind. Her pink hair, usually a soft shock of color against the gray concrete, seemed muted today. She wasn't looking at the skyline. She was looking at the door. “Rimi…” he whispered

“You’re here,” he said, flat. An accusation disguised as a greeting.

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.

He walked to the opposite end of the railing, leaving a deliberate three-foot gap of cold air between them. “You said you had… canned bread. The good kind. With the fruit.” He didn’t have a snarky reply

Takumi Nishijō—Tomy—shuffled out, shoulders hunched as if expecting an attack. His eyes, wide and bloodshot, darted to every corner before settling on her. He didn’t smile. He never smiled first.

“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.”

A long silence stretched. Below, the city churned. A news helicopter thumped in the distance, reporting on another delusionary incident. But up here, the only war was the one inside Takumi’s skull.

“Tomy,” Rimi said, her voice dropping the teasing lilt. It became something else. Something raw. “When the sky breaks again—when the noise comes and the Di-Swords start falling—don’t run away.”