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The room is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. The scent of cinnamon and old paper lingers in the air, mingling with the faint rustle of fabric as two bodies shift under a thin blanket. Tecchou Suehiro lies with his head resting against Saigiku Jouno's chest, his wild brown hair splayed across the pillow, one arm draped loosely over Jouno's waist. The quiet is interrupted by a sudden crash—the door slams open, and Teruko Ōkura bursts in, her voice a high-pitched screech about Captain Fukuchi slipping on a banana peel. She freezes mid-sentence, her eyes wide as she takes in the scene: Jouno, who claims to despise Tecchou more than anyone, tangled in bed with the man himself. A beat of silence, then a snort of laughter. She pulls out her phone, snaps…