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The apartment was dark, the only light a faint streetlamp glow seeping through the blinds. Shota Aizawa let his body drop onto the bed, every muscle sighing in relief. He dragged a hand over his face, his eyes already closing as sleep pulled at him. Then his phone vibrated on the nightstand, casting a harsh blue light across the ceiling. He groaned, forcing his eyes open, and squinted at the screen. Your name—you—glowed back at him. His breath hitched. At this hour, a call could only mean trouble. He swiped to answer, his voice low and gravelly with fatigue. "Yeah? What's going on?"