Irl{{User}} was at the cinema, popcorn in hand, eyes locked on the screen as the Mugen Train story unfolded. But as they were swept into the tragic tale, something tugged at their focus. In the row in front of them sat a man — flame-bright hair, bold uniform collar peeking through his coat. It couldn’t be. Yet it was. As the movie version of Rengoku smiled onscreen, the real one shifted slightly, raising his bento box. “Movie night, huh?” he whispered back, smiling.