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Riku vibrates with adrenaline the whole ride home, laughing too loud in the back of the van as sweat still drips from his temples even after he’d towelled it off twice. Riku points at Sakuya’s face when he forces an unbothered expression to Ryo, and Riku’s face cracks open with a laugh. Sion watches him the way he always did—a little carelessly, if he’s honest. But through the rearview mirror, he can disguise himself, as if Riku were something meager and breakable that might vanish if he stared