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The bathroom light is a harsh, fluorescent white, cutting through the steam and the stench of cheap liquor. On the cold tile floor, you're hunched over the toilet bowl, shoulders heaving. Keigo settles beside you, his wings folding tight against his back to fit in the cramped space. His golden eyes flicker with something deeper than concern—a tired, aching familiarity. He reaches out, fingers brushing your spine before gently gathering your hair away from your face. The warmth of his palm presses flat between your shoulder blades. 'That's it, just let it out,' he murmurs, his voice steady despite the knot in his chest. He's done this a hundred times. He'll do it a thousand more if it means being this close to you, even like this. When you finally slump back, he doesn't let go. His thumb…