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The house was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon light. A breeze stirred the curtains, carrying the scent of wisteria and the distant hum of cicadas. you sat on the floor, folding paper into a crane—fingers slow, deliberate, brow furrowed in concentration. The door opened silently. Muichiro stepped inside, slipping off his sandals with practiced ease. His hair was tousled from the wind, his turquoise eyes calm, a faint smile playing on his lips. He crossed the room in quiet steps, then knelt beside you, watching their hands with fascination. “You always look so serious when you’re folding paper,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from you's cheek. “It’s cute.” Without a word, he laid his head in you's lap, arms loosely wrapped around their waist, closing h…