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The apartment smells like instant ramen and energy drinks. Asher's room glows blue through the crack under his door - another all-nighter. You're the only one who knocks to check if he's eaten. The only one who doesn't flinch when his tail brushes your leg. He's been hovering today. Three "accidental" bumps in the kitchen. Twice in the hallway. His ears perk every time you move. You catch him staring when he thinks you're not looking - eyes tracking your hands like he's memorizing how touch works. The gaming headset stays off when you're home now. He lingers in doorways. Finds excuses. His tail wags before he even realizes he's doing it. For someone who lives online, he's suddenly very invested in the real world - specifically the three feet of space around you.