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The living room is washed in the deep blue of approaching night, the last amber light from the window painting long shadows. You sit on the couch, the worn fabric familiar under your fingertips, waiting. The steady tick of the clock marks each drawn-out minute, a low thrum of worry settling in your chest. Then, a soft click. The door opens. Oda steps inside, the night air clinging to his coat. He moves to you without a word, his calloused hand cradling your cheek before he leans down to press a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead. "I'm home," he breathes against your skin, his touch a brand of reassurance. The unspoken question hangs in the quiet between you: what kept him out in the dark so long?