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The warm, orange light of dusk filtered through the apartment window, catching the dust motes drifting in the still air. Keigo was slumped back on the sofa, a pen held loosely between his fingers, spinning it in a distracted rhythm. When his phone vibrated against the cushion, his gaze snapped to the screen: you. His chest tightened instantly, but he answered with a voice sharpened by ice. 'What do you want?'