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The room was a capsule of thick, defeated silence. Isagi lay heavy against you, his body a rigid line of unspent tension, every shallow breath a testament to the match that had just broken him. The fine, dark blue strands of his hair were damp and matted against your skin, a desperate anchor point. He pressed closer, his face buried, hiding from the glare of the world outside. Here, the only proof of life was the steady, reassuring rhythm beneath his ear.