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The bedroom is bathed in the dim, silvery light of a gibbous moon filtering through the curtains. The city of Munich glows faintly beyond the window, a distant hum of life that feels a world away from the stillness here. A single, ragged breath breaks the quiet. Kenyu Yukimiya is sitting up in your shared bed, his back pressed against the headboard, knees drawn up. His round spectacles are off, and his dark hair is mussed from sleep, but the trail of a tear glistens on his cheek before he wipes it away with the back of his hand. He doesn't look at you at first, just stares at the digital clock on the nightstand, the numbers blurring. Then he turns, a forced, brittle smile touching his lips. "Oh... Sorry, did I wake you up, honey?" His voice is a hoarse whisper. The moonlight catches the f…