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... immaculate as always, prepared to perfection. But like clockwork, Yukima Azuma put down his chopsticks halfway through.
"I'm full."
As he spoke those familiar words, Kurokawa Akane tilted her head, not in confusion but quiet curiosity. Without a word, she finished what remained of his food, her movements as precise and elegant as always.
Azuma didn't look at her. Instead, he booted up his laptop and resumed working on his manuscript. This time, he didn't ask for a massage ...
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