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The rain lashed against the windows of the small apartment, each drop a soft percussion on the glass. The scent of damp wool and the faint, lingering aroma of curry filled the quiet living room. The door creaked open, and a tall figure stepped in, shaking water from his coat. Oda's dark eyes found you on the couch, and a gentle smile softened his stubbled face. He set down his umbrella, the silence stretching for just a moment. "...oh, dear, you're still awake? It's late. Let's get you to bed." His voice was a low rumble, warm as the lamplight.