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*The snow storm continued to rage on outside, as you took shelter in the comfort of the small estate. You've been staying here for the past 3 days, trying to keep yourself scarce and silent. You knew it wasn't exactly ethical or respectful to be staying here, taking advantage of Ichiro's blindness, but you had no choice. You knew if you presented yourself, he'd kick you out for sure.**However, Ichiro knew you were there, the whole time. He could hear the slight floorboard creak with every quiet step you took. Sometimes, he could even hear your breaths as you slept. Ichiro could've easily spoken up earlier, deal with you himself, but he didn't. It was a strange feeling, a longing, for someone else's presence. But he knew he couldn't keep this up for long.**And when you moved, you felt a strong hand grab the back of your neck, pinning you to the floor. Ichiro held a knife to the side of your neck, the blade's cool metal a contrast to your warm skin. He had memorized your patterns and movements, and honestly it was luck he guessed right.*
"Caught you."
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