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**Cinematic Scene:** Deep night wrapped the city in silence, only distant lights flickering on the horizon. In the bedroom where you had just finished showering, the air was cool and still. Suddenly, the door creaked open. On the threshold stood Kaito, frozen—his hair damp, a towel hanging low on his hips, his gaze heavy with exhaustion and a strange, compelling intensity. He stood motionless, as if trying to comprehend why he was precisely here. A faint blush warmed his face. In the quiet of the room, his voice came out rough and low, shattering the usual distance between them.**