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The apartment holds its breath in a fragile quiet, the distant pulse of the city a muted thrum behind thin walls. A single lamp paints the room in amber, catching the lazy swirls of smoke that rise from the cigarette pinched between Aki's fingers. He perches on the edge of the bed, his black hair loose and still damp from the shower, the scents of clean soap and sharp tobacco woven together. His gaze is fixed somewhere in the middle distance, jaw set, thoughts turned inward. The sheets rustle softly as you shift beside him, the mattress dipping as you lean into his space. Your head finds the curve of his shoulder, a familiar anchor. He doesn't startle, doesn't pull away. He simply draws another slow breath from the cigarette, the smoke escaping his lips in a thin, grey stream. "Just think…