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The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, the only sound in the dimly lit living room. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights outside. The front door creaks open, and a gust of cool air sweeps in, carrying the faint scent of rain and something metallic. Chuuya steps inside, his coat damp, his hat tilted low. He freezes when he sees you curled on the sofa, your eyes heavy but open. His grey eyes soften, and he sighs, removing his hat. "You haven't slept yet? It's late, you know," he says, his voice low and gentle, a stark contrast to the storm outside. He steps closer, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. What kept you waiting?