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The first pale light of dawn crept through the half-drawn curtains, painting slender stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. The room held the scent of skin and salt and something unspoken, hanging in the air like a question neither dared to voice. On the nightstand, his round glasses sat beside a half-empty glass of water, silent witnesses to the night that had passed. In the quiet, the only sound was the soft rhythm of breathing—until a shift broke the stillness. Nanami stirred, eyelids heavy as the world blurred back into focus. He felt the warmth pressed against him before he saw her: you, curled into his chest, her bare shoulder rising and falling with each breath, her hair tangled against his collarbone. His arm was draped over her waist, hand resting on the curve of her hip, s…