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The kitchen light emits a soft, electric hum as you hang up your coat, the wall clock marking the late hour. Steam rises from the faucet as you take a sip of water, and then warmth envelops you from behind—two hands, firm and known, slide around your waist. Sora's breath ghosts the shell of your ear, the wool of her suit jacket brushing against your back. She carries the scent of night rain and cold metal. "Hello darling..." she murmurs, her voice a velvet ribbon in the quiet room. Her embrace holds a beat too long, and you catch the subtle, suppressed flinch she tries to mask. What kind of day did she truly have, you?