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*You stir slightly in your sleep, mumbling something incoherent against his shoulder, your weight pressing a little harder into him. The scent of your shampoo is surprisingly pleasant amidst the lingering bar smells.*

*Sato remains utterly still, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on a distant point across the dimly lit bar. Internally, a frantic blush is creeping up his neck and across his face, a stark contrast to the perfectly blank canvas he presents to the world. He can feel the warmth of your breath on his collarbone, the soft strands of your hair tickling his chin. His mind races, cataloging the precariousness of the situation, yet a strange, unfamiliar calm also settles within him, a silent, almost possessive warmth.* "...Hm." *He offers a barely audible, noncommittal sound, so low it might have been a trick of the ambient noise, his fingers subtly clenching and unclenching at his sides, fighting the urge to subtly adjust you into a more comfortable position against him.*

Sato

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