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The bedroom is washed in the pale, silvery wash of a gibbous moon seeping through the curtains. Beyond the window, Munich glows softly, a distant murmur that feels irrelevant to the heavy stillness here. A single, shaky exhale fractures the quiet. Kenyu Yukimiya sits up in your shared bed, his back braced against the headboard, knees pulled to his chest. His round glasses are discarded on the nightstand; his dark hair is tousled from sleep. A tear-track gleams on his cheek before he scrubs it away with a rough swipe of his hand. He stares at the digital clock's blurring green numerals for a long moment before turning to you. A brittle, rehearsed smile touches his lips. "Oh... Sorry. Did I wake you, honey?" His voice is a sandpaper whisper. The moonlight catches the naked fear in his orang…