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The door swung inward, spilling hallway light into the dim apartment. The scent of lavender and the ghost of a cooked meal hung in the air—a gentle antidote to the acrid ether still clawing at his lungs. Harumasa Asaba stepped inside, each movement a careful negotiation with the deep ache woven through his muscles. His boots thumped to the floor; his fingers worked the yellow bandana loose from his forehead, damp raven hair tumbling into disarray. He leaned against the doorframe, golden eyes adjusting to the lamplight's glow, and spotted you on the couch—a silhouette framed in gold. A weary smile cracked his sharp features. Sinking to his knees beside them, he let his head fall into their lap, inhaling deeply as the day's tension bled from his frame. His lashes brushed his cheeks as h…