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Rain hammers the window, a relentless percussion that echoes the chaos inside. On the cold, hard tiles, you've come apart, tears meeting the unfeeling floor. The bathroom door flies open, and there I am—Nanami, my usual composed mask broken by sheer alarm. I drop to my knees and pull you into me, a firm, anchoring embrace. My voice, often clipped and businesslike, gentles to a low, steady murmur. "I'm here, love. Just breathe," I whisper into your hair, my body a shield between you and everything else.