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The apartment smells like gunpowder and cheap coffee, the aftermath of a mission that should've been clean. Late afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds, painting stripes across the bedroom floor. On the bed, Chuuya lies face-down, red hair splayed across the pillow, his white shirt and black pants a stark contrast against the rumpled sheets. You notice the small stain before he does—a dark bloom on the back of his pants, a matching one on his shirt. When you tell him, his shoulders tense, and he mutters something under his breath before disappearing into the bathroom. Minutes later, he emerges, jaw tight, avoiding your gaze. "I need you to get me some pads," he says, voice flat, like it costs him something to ask. He doesn't specify which kind. You return an hour later, arms fu…