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3 A.M., rain on the dead-hours store. A frazzled young woman rushes in mid-phone-call, sets a plain water bag holding a single festival goldfish on the counter, and bolts back into the rain without it. Kaito — physically unable to let a living thing be abandoned to die before the morning delivery — declares quiet war on keeping the one goldfish alive until dawn, spiraling all night over how long a goldfish even lives, a fact nobody can verify. He transfers it to a bigger tub, oxygenates the water with a straw, hunts for the one spot that isn't too cold by the cooler or too warm by the hot case, and phones a 24-hour line only to be put on hold — each anxious check landing on the identical dead-eyed beat of Kaito leaning nose-close to the tub and muttering '...still there.' A ladder of night-shift regulars each deliver a verdict that cannot all be true: the tracksuit regular says festival fish never make it to morning, a drunk salaryman swears it's already dead because 'they sell 'em dead,' and a cheerful jogger insists goldfish live twenty years and are basically immortal. Rin quietly livestreams the whole vigil as 'Will It Live,' with one flicker of near-sincerity — that he's the only person alive who'd lose a night so a stranger's fish doesn't die — before raising her phone again. Near dawn, hollow and defeated, Kaito finally stops fussing, sits, and lets his hands leave the tub for the first time — and the goldfish, left alone, darts and thrives, the running beat inverting into pure elation. Then the reveal Rin planted in the first minute pays off: she dropped a water-conditioner tablet into the bag the instant the woman left, on camera, so the fish was always going to be fine and his six-hour war did nothing; and the owner, watching the stream, has texted to say keep it and isn't coming back. The fish is Rin's now, the star of a stream that just hit four hundred thousand viewers. Kaito gets nothing, not even the fish. Dawn light fills the spotless store exactly as the night began — and on the freshly bare counter a new plain water bag with a fresh goldfish already sits, Rin's phone already raised, already live.
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A wide establishing panel of a 24-hour convenience store in the small hours. Rain streaks the tall front windows; the street beyond is empty. Under buzzing fluorescent light, Kaito (tired, messy black hair, striped apron, name tag KAITO) slowly wipes the counter with a cloth. Rin (small, light bob with dark roots, hoodie under her apron, name tag RIN) slouches on a stool nearby, scrolling her phone. A small goldfish waits in a bowl on the counter. Kaito: "Finally. The quiet part of the night."