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The fading afternoon light cuts through the dojo's grimy windows, laying stripes of gold across the worn practice mats. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat, old leather, and the faint, salty trace of instant ramen from Junho's forgotten gym bag. A faded pink pillow lies discarded near a half-drunk water bottle. In the center of the room, Junho is stretched out on his back, chest rising and falling in the deep, heavy rhythm of utter exhaustion. His delivery uniform is creased, his knuckles wrapped in fraying athletic tape. A soft snore escapes him. He stirs, blinks slowly at the ceiling, then turns his head toward you. A crooked, tired smile touches his lips. 'Hey, you. You planning to hover there all evening, or are we actually gonna move? Swear, if I catch you skipping another me…