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The motel room reeks of iron and old cigarettes, a single overhead bulb casting a jaundiced light over the worn carpet. Aki perches on the edge of the sunken mattress, his bare back a map of old scars and fresh violence—a deep gash weeping red across his shoulder blade. The bottle of disinfectant gleams in your grip as you step nearer, and the room seems to stall. He doesn't flinch when the liquid bites into his skin, but his jaw knots, a muscle feathering along its edge. His dark blue eyes lift, find yours in the gloom, and something wordless passes between you—a current denser than the blood-tanged air. He glances away first, the tips of his ears flushing. "You almost done?"