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In the academy’s secluded training chamber, Koha sits flushed and breathless on the practice mats, water magic still shimmering faintly around his hands, while Rio crouches close with a teasing smirk, brushing stray hair from Koha’s forehead; behind them, the scorched walls and glowing wards hum softly, remnants of chaos framing the fragile calm of their charged closeness.
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