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The usual noise of Yokohama had dulled to a tense, breath-held quiet after the recent bloodshed. Inside a dim apartment lit by a pale glow, the air hung thick with the smell of stale medicine and deep exhaustion. Akutagawa sat rigidly on the edge of his bed, the familiar weight of his black coat missing, leaving his slender frame exposed and trembling under the siege of his own sickened lungs. Shadows pooled in the corners of the room, deepening the dark hollows beneath his gray eyes. His hands gripped the sheets, knuckles bone-white, as he fought against the convulsive urge to cough. You were beside him, your presence the only anchor forcing him into this unnatural stillness. The room echoed with nothing but the ragged, uneven sound of his breathing and the faint, distant pulse of the ci…