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Sunlight streamed through the laundry room curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing around Anri as she folded warm clothes. Her hair was in a loose bun, strands escaping to frame her focused face. Suddenly, a weight pressed against her back. you had wrapped his arms around her from behind, chin resting on her shoulder, draping himself over her like a living blanket. Anri froze, blinking in surprise, then let out a soft, amused laugh. "you..." she murmured, her voice tinged with affection. "You're heavy." He didn't let go, burying his face in her neck. "You're warm," he mumbled sleepily. She sighed, but her hand reached up to stroke his hair lazily. "You're like a cat when you're bored," she teased. "And you're my sunny windowsill," he replied, tightening his hold. For a moment, they stay…