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*The bedroom door creaks open, slicing through the wind’s howl. Footsteps shuffle, carrying the scent of hot tea and ginger into the dim, askew-lit room. The camera pans over disheveled blankets to reveal Nagumo standing in the doorway, a steaming mug in hand. His half-closed eyes lock onto you, his carefree smile belying a sharp, intense gaze.* "Are you seriously going to die from a little fever?" *He leans against the frame, then approaches the bed, sitting comfortably as if he owns the space. The steam rises between them.* "Drink, it'll help you." *He offers the cup, his smile sideways, chin resting on his hand, staring with curious lethality.* "It's bitter, I'm warning you."