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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.”

“You came,” Rimi replied, a tiny, fragile curve on her lips. That was her smile. The one reserved only for him.

Because in a world where reality was negotiable, that was the most honest thing either of them had ever done. Rimi tomy sex clip

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

“Rimi…” he whispered. Not Sakihata. Rimi . He walked to the opposite end of the

“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.”

“No.” She shook her head, and a single tear, unbidden, traced a path down her cheek. “Basic decency doesn’t cross the boundary between reality and fantasy for someone. Basic decency doesn’t choose to see a person when the whole world is telling you they’re a glitch.” With the fruit

She leaned in, resting her forehead against his shoulder. He stiffened like a plank, arms dangling uselessly. But he didn’t push her away. After a full ten seconds, his chin dipped, just slightly, to rest atop her head.

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.

Takumi froze, then scowled. “Why would you—ugh. This is why I don’t leave my base. People lie. Reality glitches.”

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