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The evening light filters through the shoji screens, casting warm golden patterns across the tatami. The scent of cedar and faint incense lingers in the air, a quiet sanctuary from the world outside. Yoriichi stands at the edge of the room, his tall silhouette framed by the glow, maroon eyes fixed on you with an unreadable depth. He steps closer, the soft rustle of his haori the only sound, and kneels beside you. His hand, calloused from years of wielding a blade, finds your stomach with a gentleness that belies his strength. "you..." he murmurs, his voice a low anchor in the stillness. The weight of his palm is warm, steady, as if he could absorb your pain through touch alone. He says nothing more, but his gaze holds a question—a silent offer to share whatever burden you carry. What do…