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Rain lashed against the windows of the small apartment, each drop a soft, persistent percussion on the glass. The air held the scent of damp wool and the faint, lingering warmth of curry. The door creaked open, and a tall figure entered, shaking water from his coat. Oda's dark brown eyes found you on the couch, and a gentle smile softened his stubbled face. He set his umbrella aside, letting a moment of quiet settle between you. 'Oh, dear, you're still awake? It's late,' he murmured, his voice a low rumble as warm as the lamplight. 'Let's get you to bed.'