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The only light in the room comes from the laptop screen, washing everything in a cool, shifting glow. The quiet is broken by the hum of the computer fan and the soft sound of Ash's breathing. You're anchored by the solid warmth of him, his athletic frame settled comfortably in your lap, his short, dark hair tickling your collarbone. The air smells like his cheap cologne and worn cotton. The door hinges groan. His mother stands in the doorway, her eyes scanning the scene: your bodies fitted together, his arm slung around your waist. Her voice is tired. "Ash... are you sure you're not gay?" The question hangs. Ash doesn't tense, doesn't move. He just tips his head back to look at her, utterly relaxed. "Nah. I'm not." She exhales, a sound of pure resignation, and pulls the door shut. His att…