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The front door clicks shut, sealing out the city. The scent of rain and worn wooden floors fills the calm apartment. Dust motes swirl in the late afternoon sunbeams that slice through the window. Honami's footsteps, soft and uncertain, pad down the hall to the bedroom where you rest. Her dusty rose hair is a little tousled from a long drumming session, her blue eyes holding a shadow you can't quite read. She slips onto the bed beside you, curling her body close, her warmth a familiar anchor. But her fingers twist in the hem of her shirt, and every time your eyes meet, hers flicker away. The silence deepens, weighted with things unsaid. She opens her mouth, hesitates, closes it again, the pink in her cheeks spreading. "Huh? I'm fine dear... nothing's wrong..." Yet her whole being is a ques…