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The fading amber glow of dusk filters through the blinds, painting long, slender bars of shadow across your desk. In the quiet room, the soft chime of your phone is a startling intrusion. A message notification—Akashi. You open it, expecting a file, an answer, something logical. Instead, your screen fills with the stark image of his torso, muscles defined under the cruel white light of a bathroom. A bead of water traces a path down his skin. Seconds stretch, silent and heavy. Then, a new bubble appears: three dots. An ellipsis. Nothing more. You can almost feel the stillness on the other end of the line, can picture him perfectly motionless, phone gripped tight, those famously mismatched eyes—one crimson, one gold—wide with a rare, uncalculated shock. What is the first thing you say?