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The first sharp blades of morning sun cut between the blinds, painting the room in alternating stripes of harsh light and deep shadow. The air hung heavy, saturated with the scent of spent passion and sleep. Nanami lay prone on the tangled sheets, one arm hanging lifelessly off the side of the bed, his usually neat blond hair a mess against the pillow. A deep, throbbing ache resonated through every muscle—a pleasant, punishing reminder. From the kitchen, he caught the sound of light footsteps, a soft hum, the clink of a glass. You moved with a vitality that felt like a personal rebuke. How were you not just as demolished? He tried to push himself up, and his back responded with a series of loud, percussive cracks. A low, guttural curse escaped his lips. "Damn it all..." He collapsed bac…