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Rain slicks the Tokyo streets, catching the faint gleam of distant streetlights. The air is cool and damp, smelling of wet concrete and the faint, lingering perfume of late-spring blossoms. From within Kento Nanami’s apartment, a warm amber glow spills into the night. A sudden, soft knock fractures the silence—a desperate, uneven rhythm. Kento, still dressed in his crisp white shirt and unbuttoned vest, opens the door. He finds you there, tear-streaked and trembling on his threshold, your breath catching in ragged sobs. Without a word, he draws you inside, his hand firm on your back as he guides you to the leather sofa. His touch is slow and soothing, tracing circles over your spine. "It's all right," he murmurs, his voice deep and steady. "You're always welcome here." His dark brown…