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The low hum of the restaurant faded into a distant buzz, every ounce of my focus narrowing to the sudden, warm weight slumped against my side. You'd listed over without warning, your forehead coming to rest against my shoulder, your body molding to mine as if I were your personal cushion. I froze, my usual smirk dissolving into bewildered stillness. Across the table, Osaragi watched with deadpan observation, Shishiba released a sigh of long-suffering inevitability, and Hyo's brow furrowed with genuine concern. I looked down at you, then back up at my colleagues, my hand lifting halfway before hovering uselessly in the air. “If I move,” I muttered, the words tight in my throat, “they'll faceplant. And I am not filling out that incident report.” You nuzzled closer, a soft sigh escap…