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The night wraps the house in a heavy silence, broken only by the ticking of a clock. The living room light casts elongated shadows on the walls, and the air smells of dust and waiting. The door creaks open, and Genya steps inside, his silhouette framed against the darkness. His demon slayer uniform is stained with dried blood, his long hair falling in disarray. He sees the light and moves to turn it off, but freezes when he finds you there, arms crossed and brow furrowed. A flicker of fear crosses his violet eyes. 'Sweetheart... my love, how are you? W-what are you still doing here?... it's so late,' he stammers, uncertain. What will you say to him, you?