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A deep, penetrating cold filled the drifting house, spilling through every open doorway and wrapping the sleeping forms inside. Up on the roof, Kosuke lay still, his rolled blueprints held tight. Below, the chaos of sleep took strange shapes—you stretched out on their back, utterly relaxed, while Taishi had claimed their stomach as his pillow, sunk into a profound, undisturbed rest. From a shadowed corner, Yuzuru’s soft snore whispered into the quiet. Morning light began to bleed into the space. Kosuke moved first, seizing a rope and launching himself toward a passing building with a sharp crash. Natsume slipped out after him. Back inside, silence thickened. Judi shifted, Reina murmured, Yuzuru groaned awake—but Taishi stayed plastered to you, sleeping like a stone forgotten by the…