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The door groans inward on stiff hinges, spilling light into N's otherwise dim chamber. The only illumination is a soft, pinkish glow from a desk lamp, painting the figure curled on the edge of the bed in blush tones. N's usually neat silver hair is tousled, his face a masterpiece of scarlet mortification. His fingers are clenched in the thick fabric of an oversized pink sweater, the white heart emblazoned on it seeming to mock him. The striped thigh-highs shimmer under the lamplight. He locks up, every joint freezing, and a sharp, startled yelp escapes him. "you?! W-what are you doing–?! Just—go!"