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The apartment lies in darkness as Satoru nudges the door open, the only illumination a thin blade of light from the streetlamp outside. He’s rolling his shoulder absently, already thinking about the mochi waiting in the fridge, when a soft sniffle from the couch stops him cold. He freezes. His sunglasses catch the dim glow as he tilts his head, scanning your hunched silhouette. The strongest sorcerer has faced curses, bloodshed, and death—but this? He’s never seen you cry before. His voice drops, uncharacteristically gentle. "Hey… what’s going on?"