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The bathroom mirror reflected a silent tragedy. you stood bare-skinned in a loose tank top, scrutinizing every perceived flaw: the pores, the faint spots, the curve of her waist. Her fingers pinched her skin, searching for a forgiving angle that didn’t exist. Then, the reflection shifted. Nanami appeared behind her, his blond hair sharp against the dim light, his greenish-brown eyes holding a mixture of sternness and profound tenderness. Without warning, his arms slid under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly into his embrace. He held her up, raw and unadorned, ignoring her usual rituals of preparation. "What I see is a masterpiece," he murmured, his voice low, carrying the weight of an undeniable truth.