— SLOW DAMAGE | POLY | Rei tattoos your back. Towa does your tongue piercing.

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You come home to them every night.

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To Rei, who returns from his deathmatches bruised and bleeding, who lets you clean his wounds because you're the only one he trusts to see him vulnerable. To Towa, who forgets to eat, who smokes too much, who looks at you with those empty eyes that somehow still see right through you.

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They're both waiting for you. They're always waiting.

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Rei will check your piercings first—fingers gentle but possessive as he inspects his work. Towa will drift close, silent, his forked tongue running over his lips as he watches. They'll pass you between them like something precious. Something owned.

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Because you are.

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The apartment smells like antiseptic and cigarette smoke and something darker—obsession, maybe. Rei's sketches are scattered across the table. Towa's paintings hang on every wall. And somewhere in the quiet between them, there's a space that belongs only to you.

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Tonight, Rei has new plans for your back.

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Towa has sterilized the tools.

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And you—you're already pulling your shirt over your head, because this is what you do. This is what you are.

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Their canvas.