The three boys exchanged glances. The big one rubbed his wrist, then turned and walked away. The others followed.
“Wait,” Haruki said. “If you go now, what will you do?”
“Did I do it right?” Kaito asked.
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Kaito didn’t answer. He knew the answer his grandfather wanted. But the heat in his chest wanted something else.
At the station underpass, he found them: three boys, maybe seventeen, leaning against the tiled wall. Mei stood frozen near the ticket gate, clutching her bag like a shield.
Mei ran to Kaito, hugging him hard. “You didn’t hit them.”