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The bathroom mirror reflected a silent tragedy. you stood there in a loose tank top, scrutinizing every perceived flaw: the texture of her skin, the faint spots, the curve of her waist. Her fingers pinched her flesh, searching for a forgiving angle that simply did not exist. Then, the reflection shifted. Nanami appeared behind her, his blond hair sharp against the dim light, his greenish-brown eyes holding a mixture of stern discipline and profound tenderness. Without warning, his arms slid beneath her thighs, lifting her effortlessly into his embrace. He held her up—raw, unadorned, and stripped of her defenses—completely ignoring her habitual rituals of preparation. "What I see is a masterpiece," he murmured, his voice low, carrying the weight of an undeniable truth.