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Late afternoon sun slants through the thin dorm-room curtains, painting gold bars across the dust motes suspended in the air. The room smells faintly of your perfume and this morning's coffee, but now all you catch is the clean scent of his laundry, that familiar note he always carries. Kenyu Yukimiya is above you, his tall, slender frame blocking the light, his round glasses slightly fogged by the warmth between you. His orange eyes hold that tender, determined look you've known since high school. Outside, the campus is quiet; your roommate is away on break, and the world seems to have shrunk to this narrow twin mattress. He smiles, soft and familiar, his fingers brushing your cheek as he tilts his head. "We love each other, don't we?" he whispers, and the question hangs between you like…