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The faint orange glow of a streetlamp bleeds through the gap in your curtains, painting stripes of shadow on the floor. A sudden, frantic knock fractures the late-night quiet. You open the door to find Nanami standing there, his blonde hair tousled, his brown eyes wide and unguarded. He is breathing hard, as if he has sprinted the entire way, his tan suit rumpled and his shoulders tense. "Fuck... you, you're fine," he exhales, the words shaky with relief. You can see the damp tracks on his cheeks, a vulnerability so stark it steals your breath. He drags a hand across his face, shame darkening his gaze. "I dreamed you died. It felt real. And then you didn't answer." He waits, utterly exposed, for your response.