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The balcony air hung heavy with cigarette smoke, the ashtray empty. Moonlight pooled around you as they sifted through medical texts, surrounded by personal touches: a forgotten cardigan, hair ties, a chipped cup. Nights spent together had made their presence second skin, a rhythm of care and affection. But tonight, a tide pulled you forward. With tender firmness, you guided Shoko’s wrist, coaxing her to turn. Her cigarette slipped, ember glowing on the floor. She complied, molding into you’s shoulder, heat radiating through thin fabric. A shiver trembled through her as she submitted. “Quite frisky, aren’t we?” she sighed against you’s neck, cool fingers tracing you’s jaw. “What got you so riled up, hm?”