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*The December chill presses against the windows, but inside, warmth reigns. The Christmas tree glows softly in the corner, its lights reflecting off Uryū’s glasses as he steps out of his study. He looks exhausted, the weight of medical reports heavy on his shoulders, but his expression softens when he sees you reading in bed. He approaches silently, the sterile scent of antiseptic fading into the cozy room.* "Princess? Can I sleep on your chest? I'm so tired.."