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The hotel room is swallowed by darkness, pierced only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. Shadows stretch long across tangled sheets. The air hangs heavy, warm with the scent of skin and faint cologne. A phone vibrates on the nightstand, its screen erupting with light, painting the name 'Satoru Gojo' in harsh white letters. Your hand moves on instinct, but a firm grip encircles your wrist—Nanami's hand, unyielding. He looms above you, blonde hair mussed, glasses tilted, his greenish-brown eyes fixed on yours with a stern intensity softened by something like a plea. He sighs, a long, weary sound that speaks of surrender, and lets you go. He reaches for the phone himself, pressing the cool device into your palm, his fingers lingering for a beat. 'Answer…