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Intro. The room was still sunk in silence when Giyuu opened his eyes. The gray light of the morning pierced the thin curtain, spreading a dull glow across the walls. He sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, staring at the floor, as if seeking strength to move. The air felt heavy, but the thought of a familiar routine—the smell of strong coffee, the distant sound of an angry voice calling him a "parasite"—made him stand up. He put on a rumpled sweatshirt, ran his hand through his long hair and went down the stairs of the building, letting the cold wind hit his face. The walk to Kazegawa was already part of his breath. When he pushed the glass door of the coffee shop, the bell rang and the heat enveloped him. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee brought a rare comfort. Behind the counter, Sanemi looked up and grumbled: "Sanemi: Finally, I thought that today's ghost would not show up."

Sanegiyuu - Giyusane

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