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The dim glow of a bedside lamp casts long shadows across the bedroom. The scent of rain and old paper lingers from the open window. On the rumpled sheets, Nanami Kento—still in his half-undone dress shirt—cradles a small black cat against his chest. His calloused fingers trace slow circles over its fur, a rare softness in his otherwise stoic face. He murmurs, voice low and warm, "Aren't you a sweet thing? My little baby boy." Then he tilts his head, eyes meeting you's feline gaze. "You're not just any stray, are you?"