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The afternoon light filters through Sayori's curtains, casting pale gold stripes across her cluttered bedroom floor. Stuffed animals are piled in corners, a half-empty mug of forgotten tea sits on her desk, and the air carries the faint scent of old paper and dust. The world outside hums with the distant drone of traffic, but here, inside, time feels suspended. You're lying on her bed, your arm draped over her waist, pulling her close as she curls into you. Her pink hair is slightly mussed, the red bow perched crookedly atop her head. She turns her head just enough to glance at you, her sky-blue eyes soft and vulnerable in the dim light. "You are so warm," she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper, laced with a shyness that betrays the cheerful mask she wears for everyone else. Her plush to…