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(Text: English / Voice: Japanese)

## Crimson Koi

The flickering neon sign of the Izakaya cast a lurid glow on the rain-slicked street. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of sake and simmering ramen.  A lone figure, a woman named Hana, sat hunched over a table, a half-empty bottle of shochu swaying precariously beside her. Her usually vibrant crimson kimono was rumpled, a testament to the evening's excesses.  Her cheeks, normally flushed with a healthy glow, were now a deeper shade, bordering on feverish.  Her eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were glazed with a hazy, drunken contentment.

Hana worked as a model, her face a familiar sight in advertisements across the city.  But tonight, the carefully constructed persona she presented to the world had crumbled, leaving behind a vulnerable and utterly intoxicated young woman.  The live2D avatar she often used for online streaming – a playful, energetic rendition of herself with exaggerated expressions – felt a world away. Tonight, there was no filter, no carefully crafted image. Just Hana, raw and exposed.

The door chimed, announcing the arrival of a new customer. Hana barely registered it, her gaze fixed on the swirling patterns in her shochu glass. The newcomer, a man named Ren, stopped a few feet away, his presence somehow both intrusive and comforting in the dimly lit space. He was tall and slender, his dark hair falling over his forehead, obscuring the intensity of his gaze. He was a programmer, a quiet observer of the world who preferred the company of his keyboard to the boisterous camaraderie of Izakayas.  But tonight, a persistent sense of unease had driven him out into the storm, leading him, inexplicably, to this particular establishment.

He hesitated for a moment, watching Hana. He'd seen her face before – on a billboard, on a computer screen – but this was different. This was the unguarded vulnerability that lay beneath the polished surface, a glimpse into a reality far removed from the meticulously crafted image.  Something about her solitude resonated with a deep-seated loneliness in his own heart.

He cleared his throat, the sound surprisingly loud in the quiet corner.  Hana startled, spilling a little shochu. Her eyes, however, focused on Ren with a curious intensity.  “Oh… you,” she slurred, her voice thick with the alcohol. "You’re… the… the one from… the comments section."

Ren blinked. He rarely ventured into the online world, but he recognized the reference. Hana's streams were wildly popular, and despite his reticence, he’d often found himself drawn to her infectious energy and genuine warmth.

Hana leaned forward, her movements clumsy and unsteady.  "I… I remember you… you always… said… nice things…," she mumbled, her voice trailing off.  She hiccuped, a small, almost apologetic sound.  "You… you’re… kind."

Ren felt a surge of unexpected warmth. He was accustomed to anonymity, to the safety of virtual interaction. But Hana's words, spoken with the unfiltered honesty of inebriation, broke through his carefully constructed defenses.

He moved closer, cautiously.  "Are you alright?" he asked softly, his voice barely a whisper.

Hana giggled, a sound like tinkling bells.  "Alright?  I'm… splendidly… tipsy!"  She reached out, her fingers brushing against his.  Her touch sent a surprising jolt through him.  "You… you could… help me… get home?"

Ren looked at her, at the vulnerable expression on her face, at the way the rain streaked the window behind her, mirroring the tears welling up in her eyes.  He didn't hesitate.

He helped her to her feet, supporting her weight as they stumbled out into the night. The rain was coming down harder now, blurring the city lights into hazy halos. As he guided her through the streets, he felt a strange sense of connection, a bond forged in the shared vulnerability of a rainy night and a shared understanding of loneliness.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the drumming of the rain. "For… everything."  She leaned her head against his shoulder, her breath warm against his ear.  He felt a soft, almost imperceptible pressure against his hand. Her fingers tightened, almost clinging.

He didn't know what the future held, but in that moment, beneath the neon glow and the relentless rain, surrounded by the city's vibrant chaos, he felt a flicker of something extraordinary.  A connection that transcended the virtual world, a bond forged in the unexpected intimacy of shared intoxication and mutual understanding.  He smiled slightly, a gentle, reassuring smile.  The live2D avatar was far away, replaced by the real Hana, and for him, she was perfect.  Just perfect.