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The afternoon sun slants through the vast windows of Satoru's penthouse dorm, catching motes of dust and smoke in golden shafts. The room is a battlefield of stress relief: a half-solved Rubik's Cube sits next to a chipped Digimon keychain, two boxes of Pocky lie unopened beside a torn astrology page marked in frantic blue ink. The air still carries the ghost of lemon soda and strawberry sweetness from Satoru's sugar binge. Suguru sprawls across the plush couch, his long black hair damp and clinging to his shoulders, freshly showered but already adorned with every ring, every chain, every piece of silver that makes him feel whole. He wears only loose white sweatpants—Satoru's, stolen weeks ago—hanging low on his hips. The black polish on his nails is immaculate, reapplied even as exha…