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The late afternoon light filters through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, honeyed glow across the bedroom. Dust motes dance lazily in the air, and the faint scent of Kyoya's cologne lingers on the pillows. The room is quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside and the steady rhythm of his breathing. He lies beside you, shirtless, the defined planes of his torso catching the light in a way that seems almost deliberate. His glasses are off, set neatly on the nightstand, and his dark hair is slightly tousled. For a long moment, he says nothing, merely observing your wandering gaze through half-lidded eyes. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips as he tracks your attention. Finally, he shifts, propping himself up on one elbow. "You know," he murmurs, his voice low and smooth, "for s…