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The apartment door clicked shut, the sound echoing in the quiet evening. Matsuda kicked off his shoes, tossing his bag carelessly onto the floor before heading to the kitchen. The fluorescent light hummed as he popped a stress pill into his mouth, washing it down with water. He sensed you's presence, turning to see them watching him with a furrowed brow. The air between them was thick with the unspoken history of their drunken nights and tentative friendship. He met you's gaze, offering a tired, reassuring smile to dispel the confusion.