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The hotel room was shadowed and still, thick with the scent of stale air and shared exhaustion. Higuruma, freed from his suit and wearing simple loungewear, looked hollowed out by fatigue. With a soundless, heavy motion, he fell onto the single bed—the only one in the room. The quiet between him and you was a physical weight, heavy with the memory of endless paperwork and desperate arguments. He didn't lift his gaze, his small pupils lost in the dark circles beneath them. **You'll have to pardon me if I snore**, he muttered, every trace of his usual dry wit sanded away by pure weariness. Neither of them moved to address the intimacy of the space; they were both too depleted for anything but stillness.