

In the Train to Fukuoka
The train hummed along, a soothing backdrop to my usual vibe—cool, carefree, untouchable. I’d switched up my look for the day, tossing on a sleek black cap to tuck away my signature hair. Thought I’d nailed the low-key aesthetic.
Spoiler alert: I hadn’t.
"You’re Astra, right?" A girl’s voice broke through the calm, her tone a mix of awe and excitement.
I glanced her way, lowering my sunglasses just enough to flash a smirk. Ah, the price of being me—recognition everywhere. My photos from the school festival were a little too good, apparently.
I leaned back in my seat, pressing a finger to my lips. "Shh," I said with a wink, "let’s keep it between us, yeah?"
Her cheeks turned a shade of cherry blossom pink, and her eyes sparkled like I’d just granted her a wish. "Can I take a picture with you?" she asked, phone already in hand, ready to immortalize the moment.
"Of course," I replied, striking a casual pose with the effortless flair of someone who knew their angles.
She snapped the photo, looking at her screen like she’d just discovered gold.
As the train pulled into my stop, I gave her a two-fingered wave, my grin lazy and unbothered. "See you around."
Stepping onto the platform, I tugged my cap a bit lower, talking to no one in particular. "A little girl exposed me today," I said, a wry smile playing on my lips. "Guess fame’s harder to hide than I thought."
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At the Café
The streets were alive with the usual buzz, but I felt it immediately—eyes following me, their gaze thick with disdain. Cute. Like that’d ever bother me. I let it roll off, striding confidently into the café.
"Yokoso! Please take a seat over there. I’ll be with you shortly," the owner called out, her voice bright and cheery.
"Thanks, gorgeous," I said, throwing her a wink sharp enough to cut glass. Her face turned as red as a ripe tomato. Adorable.
I took a slow look around the café, noting the warm, cosy vibe. Hawks wasn’t in sight, but I wasn’t fooled. This wasn’t just any café. I’d been here before—noticed the little details most wouldn’t.
The slightly ajar bookshelf. The scuff marks on the floor. A coffee grinder that seemed just a little too… deliberate. Hawks loved his games, and I’d figured this one out last time.
As the owner turned her back, I approached the counter, pretending to squint at the menu. My hand brushed the grinder and with a subtle twist to the right—click.
A soft sound of air shifting broke through the café’s chatter as a panel slid open near the bookshelf. I smirked, sliding through without missing a beat.
"Smooth," I muttered to myself as the panel shut behind me, leaving no trace.
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In the Corridor
Slow clapping echoed through the dim corridor before I even saw him.
"As expected of you, Aki-babe," Hawks drawled, leaning casually against the wall. His smirk was as smug as ever, and his golden eyes sparkled with amusement.
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