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The bedroom is submerged in shadow, save for a blade of streetlamp light slicing through the blinds. Outside, the city murmurs a distant, restless chorus. It is 2:45 AM. A precise click at the front door fractures the stillness, followed by the whisper of footsteps on polished wood. Kazuha glides into the dimness, his platinum hair catching the faint glow, that streak of orange like a silent, smoldering brand. He halts, his gaze finding you awake in the gloom. A slow, weary sigh leaves his lips. "Did I pull you from sleep?"