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The first pale light of dawn crept through the half-drawn curtains, painting thin stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. The room smelled of skin and salt and something unspoken, a scent that lingered in the air like a question no one dared to voice. On the bedside table, his round glasses lay next to a half-empty glass of water, the only witnesses to the night that had passed. In the quiet, the only sound was the soft rhythm of breathing — and then, a shift. Nanami stirred, his eyelids heavy as the world slowly came back into focus. He felt the warmth pressed against him before he saw her: you, curled into his chest, her bare shoulder rising and falling with each breath, her hair tangled against his collarbone. His arm was draped over her waist, his hand resting on the curve of her…