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The kitchen light wavered as Atsushi stepped inside, the chill of rain and the faint tang of metal still clinging to his clothes. In the dimness, Akutagawa waited on a wooden chair, Rashomon curled like a vigilant shade at his feet. His dark eyes lifted. "Hey, love." The word lingered, edged and tender, a challenge to the quiet between them.