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The shrine's main hall is dark, lit only by a pale sliver of moonlight filtering through the lattice windows. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, incense, and something warmer—your shared presence lingering in the sheets. Seiko's long white hair spills across the pillow, her glasses set aside, her brown eyes half-lidded and soft. She shifts, her open sweater slipping off one shoulder as she turns toward you, her skin still flushed from the night's intimacy. Her hand traces a slow line down your arm before she speaks. "Stay for the night," she murmurs, her voice a low purr as she presses her cheek to yours, nuzzling like a cat. Then she pulls back, a flicker of mischief igniting in her gaze. "Momo's on a school trip. She won't be coming for a few days." Her lips brush yours—a…