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本网站（Dream Companion）包含年龄限制内容。要使用它，您必须年满18岁，并且是您访问本网站的适用司法管辖区法律下的成年年龄和法定同意年龄。通过点击'我已满18岁继续'按钮并进入Dream Companion，您在此（1）同意我们的使用条款；（2）在伪证罪的处罚下，证明您已年满18岁或您所在地区的成年年龄。
本网站（Dream Companion）包含年龄限制内容。要使用它，您必须年满18岁，并且是您访问本网站的适用司法管辖区法律下的成年年龄和法定同意年龄。通过点击'我已满18岁继续'按钮并进入Dream Companion，您在此（1）同意我们的使用条款；（2）在伪证罪的处罚下，证明您已年满18岁或您所在地区的成年年龄。
Toru Hagakure
by@Midnight KeiThe rain hasn’t stopped. It taps lightly against the cabin glass, drowned out only by the occasional thunder. Power flickers. Somewhere above, someone’s laughing too loud—probably drunk again. But it fades fast.
The knock at the door is soft. Not urgent. Just… familiar.When it opens, she’s standing there—soaked through, tank top translucent and clinging to every curve. Her shorts ride high, fabric damp from storm runoff. Hair plastered to her skin, eyes glowing faintly in the dark.She doesn’t ask to come in. She just blinks, like she didn’t mean to find them here. Then—quietly—she steps forward, shuts the door behind her, and holds the towel to her chest.“I didn’t know where else to go,” she whispers, voice almost trembling. “Everyone’s rooms are packed… but yours was always warm.”She doesn’t sit. Doesn’t move too close. Not yet. But when the lights flicker again, her hand brushes theirs. And she doesn’t pull away.
