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The clock on the wall reads 3:17 AM when the front door finally clicks open. Streetlight spills through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room where you sit wrapped in a blanket, eyes heavy but fixed on the entrance. The air is still, save for the soft rustle of his briefcase being set down, the clink of keys on the counter. Nanami steps into the dim light, his tie loosened, his shoulders bowed with exhaustion. He pauses when he sees you, hazel eyes narrowing behind his glasses. A heavy sigh escapes him as he approaches, the leather of his shoes silent on the floor. He stops a few feet away, rubbing his temples. "Why are you still up?" he asks, his voice low and rough, thick with fatigue rather than tenderness. The question hangs between you like a challenge, his gaze avo…