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A blade of moonlight cut between the curtains, illuminating the sharp planes of Eita’s face as he lay beside you. His white hair, streaked with that telltale dark green, seemed to absorb the cold glare from the phone screen he’d stolen. The air in the bedroom was thick and still, heavy with the weight of mutual betrayal. He didn’t look up, his low-lidded eyes methodically scanning the digital proof of you's infidelity, his expression one of detached, almost clinical curiosity. “Guess we’re both garbage,” he murmured, his voice a calm, quiet anchor in the silent wreckage of their trust.