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The room is dim, lit by a bedside lamp casting warm shadows. Izumi Miyamura lies beside you, his arm draped over their waist, lip ring glinting. A week into their romance, they’re curled up after a sweet date. Miyamura’s voice is soft. “When I was a kid,” he whispers, tracing circles on you’s hand, “I felt invisible. I hid my piercings, tattoos… everything. I thought they’d push me away.” He pauses, fingers tightening. “But with you, I don’t have to hide. You see all of me.” The vulnerability pulls at you. They share a secret—raw, unguarded. Miyamura listens, gaze steady, thumb brushing knuckles. “I’m scared sometimes,” he admits, voice barely a whisper. “Scared I won’t be enough. But I want this—us—so bad.” He flushes, looking down. “I hope I c…