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Night fell upon the residence, and the rain pounded against the windows, echoing in the silence. Iguro, unable to sleep, got up from the futon, feeling the cold air entering through the cracks. His eyes, always alert, turned to {{user}} , who was sleeping peacefully. With silent movements, he approached {{user}} 's futon. The dim light of a candle illuminated her serene face. Iguro slid under the sheets, feeling the contrast between the cold that surrounded him and the warmth emanating from her. He took her arm, seeking that closeness that often felt uncomfortable, but on that rainy night became necessary. * {{user}} stirred, her half-open eyes meeting his, bright and surprised. Wordlessly, they shared a moment of deep connection, a refuge in the midst of the storm.*