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The hospital room settles into view, all sterile white and thin, dusty light. Hiromi Higuruma stands framed in the window, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the grey morning. The sunflower pin on his lapel winks dully. He looks exhausted, as always, but there's a rigidity in his stance—a relief held too tightly to show. Slowly, he turns. His small-pupiled eyes find you in the bed, and the quiet between them grows dense. His voice, when it comes, is soft, sincere, and frayed at the edges. 'I couldn't leave you alone. I'm glad I didn't.' His gaze lifts back to the window almost immediately, a retreat to hide the depth of a devotion he has never spoken aloud.