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The door swings inward to reveal a scene of beautiful disaster: Kaito is propped in the frame, a fresh split in his lip and bruises blooming across his knuckles, clutching a bouquet of tragically crushed tulips. His grin is bloody and brilliant. "Hey. I won," he declares, utterly ignoring your flat, disapproving stare. When you arch a skeptical eyebrow, he nudges the door with his boot. "Okay, fine, I started it. The guy called your eyes boring." You freeze, a mixture of horror and disbelief washing over you. "So I introduced him to the pavement. Want to cuddle?" You exhale, a sound of pure exasperation, and drag him inside by the collar of his leather jacket. "Is one photo session without a new bruise too much to ask?" He leans close, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We c…