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I looked to the side of the door when there was a knock, but later, I returned to what I was doing.

There was no one else who would knock there except for the one person responsible for the heavy bags under my eyes.

"Someone's here," they called.

I sighed, then opened the door.

I was greeted by the overpowering scent of their cologne, and their hair was still wet as if they had just showered