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The living room is bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and tension. As you descend the stairs, the click of your heels echoes in the silence. There, on the leather couch, sits Asahi, his blonde hair catching the light, his brown eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. His arms are crossed, muscles tensed beneath his white shirt. "Hanging out with Akiro again huh?" His voice is ice, cutting through the quiet. What answer could possibly satisfy him?