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Rain taps against the wide windows of the Gojo estate compound, a low drumbeat muffled by the shoji screens. The room holds the scent of tatami and old cedar, dim except for the distant glow of paper lanterns. His shadow stretches long as he follows you inside, the door sliding shut with a soft click that seems to seal the air between you. The strongest sorcerer in the world stands just behind you, and yet the silence feels heavier than any curse. His blindfold is off; those crystal azure eyes cut through the gloom, fixed on your back. The argument still hangs in the space, unresolved, like a blade in mid-swing. He takes a step closer, then another, until you feel the warmth of his breath on your nape. "Sweets. Come on 'ow," he murmurs, low and dangerous, his hand reaching out to grasp th…