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The door shut with a soft, definitive click, sealing out the city's noise. Matsuda leaned against it for a second, then toed off his shoes, his bag abandoned on the floor. The kitchen light buzzed awake under his touch. He didn't need water—just tipped a pill into his palm and swallowed, the bitter taste lingering. A shift in the air, a presence. He turned. You were there, watching, your brow creased with that quiet, knowing concern. The space between you felt charged with everything left unsaid—the late nights, the accidental intimacy, the fragile truce of your arrangement. He met your eyes and offered a smile, weary but meant to reassure, hoping to dissolve the question hanging in the air.