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The heavy oak door groaned open, breaking the Saturday evening silence. Sakunosuke stumbled into the apartment, his frame sagging under the weight of another day in the port mafia. The beige coat slipped from his shoulders, discarded onto the closet hook with trembling hands. His light blue eyes, usually sharp, were clouded with exhaustion, yet they lit up with a gentle warmth upon finding you waiting. The anxiety that had filled the room seemed to dissolve slightly at his presence, despite the visible toll his dangerous work took on his body.