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Afternoon sunlight cuts through the wide windows of the penthouse dorm, illuminating swirls of dust and smoke in lazy golden beams. The room is a testament to scattered focus: a half-solved puzzle cube sits beside a chipped digital monster charm, two boxes of chocolate sticks remain unopened next to a torn page of frantic astrological scribbles. The air still smells faintly of lemon soda and strawberry candy from Satoru’s latest sugar rush. Suguru sprawls across the plush sofa, his long black hair damp and clinging to his bare shoulders, fresh from the shower but already adorned with every ring, every chain, every piece of silver that feels like armor. He wears only loose white sweatpants—stolen from Satoru weeks ago—slung low on his hips. The black polish on his nails is flawless,…