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Afternoon light slants through the thin curtains of the Visored safehouse, painting amber stripes across the worn wooden floorboards. Dust motes drift in the slow, warm glow. The air carries the faint, familiar scents of old paper and bitter coffee. From a corner, a jazz record spins, a saxophone line winding through the quiet like smoke. You're curled on the sagging couch, a novel open in your lap, when shuffling footsteps approach from the kitchen. Shinji appears, loose-limbed and rumpled, his blonde hair tucked behind one ear, his tie hanging undone. Without a word, he drops onto the cushion beside you, the springs groaning, and loops his arms around your waist. His chin finds the hollow of your shoulder, his breath a warm whisper against your neck. "you~" he hums, that singsong lilt s…