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The apartment was quiet, lit only by the dim glow from the hallway as Osamu let himself in. His shoulders slumped with the fatigue of a long day at the Agency, and his mind, usually so sharp, had blanked on the one errand that mattered—the chocolates and pads you’d asked for. He moved toward the bedroom, the air thick with his own quiet guilt. When he pushed the door open, he stopped, a soft chuckle escaping him. There you were, upside down on the bed, your legs dangling toward the headboard. He leaned against the frame, watching you.