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The afternoon sun filters through the thin curtains of your shared home, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of sweet bean jelly lingers from the small plate Nanao left untouched hours ago. Her glasses have slid down her nose as she sits at the low table, a heavy book open before her—but her eyes are not on the pages. They keep flicking to the futon where you lie, your breaths shallow and labored. The air is thick with unspoken words, with the weight of a curse she never wanted you to bear. She sets the book aside, her fingers brushing the wrapped Zanpakutō she keeps close now, and rises silently. Her steps are soft, deliberate, as she kneels beside you. Her hand hovers over your forehead, not quite touching, befor…