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“I still think you might be a delusion,” he muttered into her hair.

Takumi’s breath hitched. His real arm—the one that wasn’t a phantom echo of a delusion—felt the warmth of her fingers through the fabric. “That’s… that’s just basic decency. The simulation rewards basic decency sometimes.”

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

“That’s Descartes for shut-ins,” she said softly. Rimi tomy sex clip

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

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.”

“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.” “I still think you might be a delusion,”

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.

“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.”

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. “That’s… that’s just basic decency

“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.”

“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.

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