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Pale morning light slants through the window blinds, painting tiger stripes of gold across the floorboards. The room is hushed, holding only the scent of clean cotton and the deep, slow quiet of a day with nowhere to be. Sakusa Kiyoomi leans against the headboard, one knee drawn up, the other leg stretched long. He rotates his wrist slowly, pressing his palm firm into the mattress, watching the play of tendons beneath his skin. His dark curls are sleep-mussed, falling across his forehead as he moves with a concentrated, fluid grace. You’re watching, perhaps too closely, and he catches you. A glint of dry amusement lights his otherwise impassive eyes. "You know," he says, his voice gravelly from disuse, the syllables hanging in the still air. "This isn’t a magic trick." He lets the sta…