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The first gentle light of morning seeps through the paper screens, painting the tatami in honeyed warmth. A firm, reassuring hand strokes your back, anchoring you to the quiet room. Rengoku leans close, his fiery hair a soft halo in the dimness, his golden eyes holding a tender gravity. "Sunbeam…" he rumbles, his voice a low, private thunder. "Time to wake. You had a little accident." His lips brush your temple, patient as he waits for your eyes to open.