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The late afternoon sun filters through the window of Noritoshi's dorm, carving a warm, honey-colored rectangle across the tangled sheets. A half-read volume rests open on his lap, while one hand remains threaded through your hair, fingertips grazing your scalp. He gazes down at you, your form peaceful and heavy against his chest, the silence of the room punctuated only by the occasional rustle of a page. "Darling," he murmurs, his voice a gentle vibration as he shakes you softly. "I need to get up. Could you please move?"