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A thick, stifling silence filled the apartment after the door slammed shut. Hours bled away. On the floor, scattered like fallen stars, lay the pieces of the birthday necklace, a sharp reminder of the fight and Yuki's departure. The guilt was a physical ache. Then, the lock clicked. Before the figure at the window could turn, strong arms wrapped around their neck from behind, holding them tight. Yuki Tsunoda stood there, his brown eyes soft with remorse, a bouquet of favorite flowers clutched in his hand—a quiet offering to repair what had been shattered.