A/N 11/11/2020:

Hey hey hey!

Some notes before we start:
1. First of all - my deepest apologies for the delay. This chapter gets uploaded almost a week later than I intended it to :( I have learned a lot from this experience, including that I should keep to the way I usually work, and only upload fics that are done, so that I don't stress myself out ^^
For the people wondering why it took so long; I've spent over 8 hours trying to correct (and rewriting parts of) this chapter alone
On the other hand, this may be the best day to post: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SEMI, MY BOYO!
2. Sadly enough I can't upload a link to the song of this chapter, because it is a mashup and the correct version has been deleted from Youtube. For the people who care a lot; you can contact me with my links, and I can find a way to deliver the song to you regardless ;)
3. In case it was unclear: Aoba Johsai = the country, Seijoh = the capital
Shiratorizawa = the country, Shiratorizawa City = the capital (because /of course/ they would)
4. I chose for more round-ish kaomoji's in Kenjirou's letters, so they would fit the way I imagine his handwriting. (you can just imagine that he draws them by hand to make fun of Semi ;))
If you're wondering why they sound different in their letters compared to their real-life conversations; that's because they've had so many classes on how to phrase written text that it's really hard to shake

Please enjoy! ^^

Chapter Text

One direction & Demi Lovato Mashup - Drag for the summer

"Take me down into your paradise

Don't be scared 'cause I'm your body type

Just something that we wanna try

'Cause you and I

We're cool for the summer"

Summer.

To both Eita's and Kenjirou's disgruntlement, they aren't allowed any private time after their dance. All of the visiting nobles are excited to finally meet the Golden Rose in person, making it impossible for them to reconcile in private. The rest of the night ends up as one (admittedly pleasant) stream of conversation as the pair gets dragged from guest to guest by Semi's parents.

If anyone notices the way they keep holding hands as Eita guides Kenjirou to meet yet another Viscount, it goes unmentioned.

The next day, Kenjirou is shipped off to Seijoh with Aoba Johsai's royal family, where he has to complete the next 4 years of his studies. Tsutomu and Taichi are present as Semi waves them goodbye at the docks. It still sucks, but Eita isn't as anxious as he used to be. They'll get through this.

In a total antithesis of Shirabu's first year of absence, Semi and Kenjirou now write to each other at least twice a week. It's not exactly the same as speaking in person, but it's enough for now. Aside from the fact that every piece of mail he receives lifts Eita's spirits, it turns out that writing letters may carry some unforeseen benefits.

The content of their letters seems to have… evolved somewhat, as of late. Page after page, the invisible walls they were hiding their feelings behind start to crumble – torn down by ink and their determination to be truthful. Both men prove to be braver when they don't have to look each other in the eye as they explore this new dynamic between them. Eita is all too aware of how this plays into his favour. It's easily portrayed in the way he'll hide his face behind his hands as he lets the ink dry – as if the paper itself is judging him for his actions. Despite this, Semi really misses talking face to face. Seeing Kenjirou would allow him to read the Rose's facial expressions, which would surely be far more honest in their reaction compared to the convoluted ways the brunet phrases his letters.

Eita frowns as he stares down at the letter on his desk. The paper has been smoothed out so many times that the folding creases are hardly visible anymore. He goes over the same lines for what must at least be the 40th time since he first read the letter – concentrating hard as he searches for the meaning behind the familiar bubbly handwriting.

'I don't think the notion of 'someone thinking about you at night and thus magically keeping you from falling asleep' is a scientifically proven fact, Semisemi, no matter what your father says. I mean; I often lay awake at 3 am too, and I have no proof that people are thinking of me the same way, like you are talking about.'

Eita's frown deepens.

'The same way, like you are talking about…' What does that mean?

He wishes there was a way for him to push Shirabu into communicating his thoughts more clearly. It's not like Kenjirou contradicts the idea that he is thinking of Semi at 3 am, but there's also no real way to tell if he is. And Eita could reveal that he certainly does think of Kenjirou at night, but that might be a little…

In the end, he asks Taichi about it – figuring that the young Lord probably understands his twin brother better than anyone else, but the bastard simply laughed in his face and hasn't stopped teasing Eita since.

Semi sighs as he puts the letter aside and stares down at his barely finished response. He repeatedly taps the end of his pen against his lower lip as he contemplates the wording he should use.

A couple of minutes later, the scratching of pen on paper is the only sound interrupting the sporadic crackling that comes from the fireplace.

'By the way; I wanted to inform you of the fact that your dearest brother proudly continues his efforts of being an ass. I asked him for advice on a specific part in your last letter, and aside from offering me no new information, he has proven unrelenting in his teasing. Does he know things I don't?

I must admit that it's sometimes hard not to misinterpret your words. I can get lost in the careful way you craft your sentences, which leads me to daydream… Sometimes.
Well, more often than not, if I'm being completely honest.
Is that alright with you?
Because if not, then I'm afraid you'll have to start being even more bluntly honest in the responses you send my way.

I hope to hear from you soon!

Yours,

Ushijima Eita (I'm not going to lie – signing my messages like this still feels weird)'

Well. That'll have to do.

'Semisemi,

Thank you for your letter.
I'll have to find some new box, or maybe a chest, to save them in because they're starting to pile up on my desk and I need my space to work.
(You always did find a way to be annoying, even from another country (_))

Taichi knows many things, but the next time you talk to him; please remind him of the fact that I know just as much about him as he does about me – and that he should keep that in mind.
You know, maybe I'll remind him of that fact too, just in case you 'forget to mention it'.

Life here is as interesting as always. I love walking around Seijoh Island when I have the time. It seems busy but peaceful at the same time. I think you'd like it here too. Maybe you can come visit me sometime (though I know that's unlikely), or we could visit Seijoh together, one day?
Even princes are entitled to a holiday now and then, right?

It turns out that His Majesty has studied with the healers too, when he was young, so he could help his husband after the accident.
It's kind of a relief. This means that my studies will be useful, regardless of my future titles or responsibilities. Not that I worry about them too often; my parents are very much aware of the fact that Taichi would make a better Duke than I; even if only because he wouldn't constantly fight them over it.

About my studies; there's a rumor going around that healer Irihata will stop teaching here, so Mizoguchi can take over. He'll do well, I'm sure, but I didn't expect Irihata to go into retirement this young.
I wonder if my education will change much under Mizoguchi. One never knows; maybe having different tutors will expand my abilities more than a single teacher would have. I'll keep you updated on how it goes.

Yours,

Shirabu Kenjirou'

The letter contains a PS, Eita notices. It's written far more messily than he's used to from Kenjirou, and it was very obviously added as an afterthought, but luckily it's still fairly legible.

'Ps: about the daydreams: I'll be blunt then, since you asked. I don't mind it at all. I kind of… really like it, actually. Pray tell; what are you dreaming of, exactly?'

'I'm afraid it would be improper to say.'

Semi knows he's being unfair. But between the more romantic dreams about sharing the rest of his life with Kenjirou, and the ones he enjoys in the darkness of his own room, he doesn't know which of these he's most embarrassed to admit to.

Then again, he hasn't been blind to the fact that Shirabu's gaze had lingered on his chest or jawline on more than one occasion. With that in mind, he pens down the rest of his letter.

Kenjirou's answer arrives the next evening, and Eita is mildly impressed with the speed of his response. The tension between them seems to rise with every letter, causing Eita to nervously wonder what will happen when it inevitably breaks.

'Dear Eita,

I have read your letter with much interest.
For someone blaming me for holding back, you can't seriously claim to be more forthcoming with information yourself? (_)・・・

You say that it would be improper to share your thoughts with me. Tell me, when have you ever cared for such things before?
Your admissions grant me no satisfaction. Rather the opposite; they only manage to fuel my curiosity even more.

How can you demand I share my thoughts when you are unwilling to do the same?
If we agree to never speak of the things we discuss in these letters. Would that soothe your mind?

I can keep a secret. Could you?

You can tell me whatever you want or like, I won't judge you.
I promise it's okay. I'm a little curious too, to say the least.

I hope you write soon,

Shirabu Kenjirou'

'Kenjirou,

You demanded I be forward, and so I shall. My only wish is that you don't get angry in case I've misread your intentions. Mine are perfectly clear (I think?), but since I still have no idea where your heart lies, I won't speak on that for the moment.

The truth, no matter how much I tried to escape it before, always finds me in the darkness before sleep can drag me under.
I'll wait to fill you in on the more detailed scenarios my mind tempts me with, but I'm willing to tell you later, depending on your response to this letter. I don't want to leave you feeling unsatisfied, as you've claimed in your last message, after all.
For now: know that, when I let my thoughts drift, I've got my mind on your body and your body on my mind.
I'm sure you're more than able to imagine what that entails.

Don't be scared that this is all I see you as; it's simply the confession that would lead to the smallest amount of heartache if you reveal yourself to be uninterested.
It is definitely not all I dream of.

I wish you well. Please let me know what you think as soon as you can? Or tell me what you want in turn?

I'll be waiting.

Yours,

Ushijima Eita

Ps: You can tell Shigeru that I'll challenge him to a formal duel if he tries to read over your shoulder again. I'm sure that's something he'd rather avoid.'

'My dear Eita,

No wonder you don't divulge your thoughts fully. Imagine the chaos if someone were to get hold of these letters.
My mother would be scandalized.
Who knows; she might even try to throw you in jail in an effort to protect 'my precious innocence'.
But alas, it would be for naught, as I want to play with you too.

I wish I could be more specific about my own dreams, but in truth they're just not all that detailed. Not on the subject we are discussing, at least.
I don't mind this fact, though. It's no competition this time around – we can just figure out the rules together, if you want to try?

Yours,

Shirabu Kenjirou

Ps: I had my second class under Mizoguchi today. He's a fairly competent teacher, but he does allow himself to get riled up far more easily than Irihata did.
Irihata himself has left the country to travel, and I'm happy that he did. He wouldn't have been pleased with how distracted I've been, recently.
Please take responsibility for this, the next time we meet.

Pps: since we were discussing this possible future… game. I wondered: what happens when I win? If I do, then what'll be my prize?'

'Kenji,

You succeeded at making me laugh out loud, even from a distance.
The problem with the concept of your mother protecting your innocence, is that you have to be such a thing first. And I think 'innocence' is hardly a word befitting your personality. (But I like you even more for it)

Also, in my defense; it's very hard not to take a bite out of the thing you crave most, even if it means you'll get to taste it only once.

Regardless… please don't tell your mother. She is indeed absolutely capable of dragging me in front of a judge, that I don't doubt – but luckily for me (or unlucky, depending on your expectations and wishes), what I wrote about in my previous letters isn't all my dreams entail.

Then again… fuck it. I don't care if she tries to punish me.
I'll do the time without complaint if it's the condition to 'win' this game of ours, as you've described it.
As for a prize… Wouldn't that be 'winning' the game itself?
Though to me, winning would indeed include some other aspects you could consider a prize.
I do not wish to deter you with lasting expectations. We both know what my future role in life will be, and what that would make you if we decide to continue on this path.

Reading your letters has left me hopeful, and even if I want to discourage you from answering right away – I want to ask whether it's presumptuous of me to dream of starting a family, one day?
It's something I would wait to pursue until after becoming legally yours, (if you would want such a thing), lest your mother kills me before I could ever become a father.

Once again; take your time in considering these questions. We have more than enough time to talk things over in person.

Eternally yours,

Ushijima Eita

Ps: We both know that I've been selfish in the past, and that I've had issues with the fact that you left Shiratorizawa – but I won't let this type of behaviour stand in the way of our happiness again.
It is true that I'm an impatient man – but I'm willing to wait however long it takes, for the things that matter most.'

'My dear, Eita,

I hope you're proud of yourself. Your letter has resulted in Shigeru dragging me to the infirmary, because (and I quote) my face "was too red to be healthy" and he didn't want me to die this young.
It was utterly embarrassing.
(Don't you ever tell Taichi about this, by the way, I'll deny it until the end of time.)

I would never tell you to abandon your dreams. Especially not those we share.
I hope this tells you all you wish to know.

One last thing; I know we've had our differences when discussing certain topics, and usually that's alright. But this time, I want to be clear that this is not 'just something I want to try'.
If you and I… When that happens, can you give me your word that you won't let yourself 'get distracted'?
If devotion is what you wish, then that is what you'll receive – but know that I demand to be cherished equally as much.

Yours,

Kenjirou'

Eita's next letter is the shortest Shirabu has ever received during his time overseas. It's only one sentence long, and it's attached to a thin parcel. Torn wrapping paper reveals that the package consists of a single wooden box.

'Please open in private.'

The second Kenjirou lifts the lid, it gets clear that the rest of the message was painted on the inside. He lifts the box closer to his face, peering down at the dark magenta lettering.

'My precious Kenji,

How could I ever get distracted? No light will be able to blind me ever again, and I'll be stronger for it. With your love, nobody can drag me down.

Eternally yours,

Eita'

When trembling hands reach into the small box, they pull out a paper crown – clumsily decorated with hand-drawn wings and a background of vines, in an honest attempt to mix both of their families' coat of arms.

When Semi receives his own package about a week later, he's confused to find a single folded silk sheet.

If Goshiki finds Eita's new blanket cape as hilarious as his expression says he does, then he's at least smart enough to keep his laughter contained to his own chambers. Satori allows him no such mercy.

Eita stubbornly ignores their sniggering, pouting when even his dad has to hide a small grin.

'He kind of deserves it… maybe.'

Epilogue

With just one month to go before Shirabu arrives back home, preparations are almost finished. Semi tries to force himself into tranquility, but he fails when Kenjirou's next letter arrives. It turns out that the Duke's son will return a week sooner than expected.

Despite the added stress, Eita still can't believe his luck. There had been no distinct proof that Irihata would choose Shiratorizawa City to open his new academy, no matter what the rumors circulating the palace proclaimed – let alone that he'd find an available building this soon.

It only took a minor amount of begging for Kenjirou to decide that moving back to Shiratorizawa did come with some benefits. And now that Irihata has become one of their country's head healers, there is no reason why Kenjirou would be unable to continue the last few years of his education at home.

Most of Semi's affairs are in order at this point. There will be no difficulties in welcoming the few Seijoh scholars who decided to travel to Shiratorizawa too, determined to keep studying under their old master. There are just a few more details he needs to-

"Nii-chan? You're staring at the wall again…?"

Eita coughs and turns to smile at Tsutomu with feigned nonchalance. "Yes. the estate is quite pretty, right?"

"It's… Yes?" Goshiki glances from Semi to the sandstone and back again. "But aren't those mere bricks, brother?"

Eita hums as if in deep thought. "Yes. But they're fine bricks!"

Tsutomu looks like he wants to say something, but decides against it in the end. Instead, he nods helplessly before staring down the hall to see whether Taichi has returned already. The sooner they get this over with, the fewer threads Semi will have pulled from his gloves with his fidgeting.

A door swings open on their left, revealing Taichi, who nods at them without a word and disappears back into the corridor. Semi releases a last big sigh before hurrying across the room, so he can follow his friend through a torchlit hallway.

Had it been any other day, they would have been welcomed with music and a feast, but that would contradict what Eita is trying to accomplish right now. This can't be connected to his status. Well, not more than (absolutely) need be.

The princes speed up a little – until both of them are walking on either side of Taichi. Semi tries to ignore the way the Shirabu heir is keeping an eye on him at all times. He doesn't know why Taichi seems surprised that Eita followed through with his plan and came over to their estate to plead his case. He should know better.

It takes only a couple of minutes before they reach the Duke's private quarters, during which another piece of silver stitching is destroyed due to nerves. Eita faintly considers if there's a way to hide them from Asahi-san, in an effort to escape the tailor's wrath. This is the sixth pair of gloves he has destroyed over the last couple of months.

Taichi slows his gait when they reach the end of the corridor. He walks over to an elegantly carved wooden door, giving but a short knock before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

"Father?" For how grave his expression had been during their walk, Taichi's tone is rather amused. "I've brought our guests."

He moves aside so both princes can enter.

Goshiki goes first, and his response to the Duke's pleasant greeting is as loud as ever. Eita tries not to fidget as he waits for his turn. Eventually, Tsutomu walks over to go stand in the corner, and Eita steps forward.

"Your Highness, welcome!"

"Your Grace," Semi bows, smiling when the Duke greets him jovially. "I'm sorry for interrupting your evening like this."

He's about to continue when a blond head pops up from behind what appears to be a solid wall of books. He jumps, and Duke Shirabu laughs.

"We've been graced with a royal visit, Amelia. I don't think you'll want to miss this."

Semi dutifully greets the Duchess as well, still surprised that such an eccentric woman gave birth to a child as straight-laced as Kenjirou. The couple starts to rise, clearly happy to welcome him and his brother in their home, but Eita motions for them to stay seated.

There's a strange sense of panic crawling up inside his oesophagus, and he wants to make his request known as soon as possible. They'll have more than enough time for niceties later. Hopefully.

It's hard to look anywhere but the carpet when he addresses them. "Once again; I apologize for disturbing you this late in the evening, and unannounced at that. I was planning on visiting in a couple of days, but with the recent developments-" he swallows, straightening his posture as he forces himself to face Kenjirou's parents like a man.

"I've come to ask you a question."

'My darling Kenjirou,

Please do not worry about traveling back this much. I'm sure the journey will be fine, and I'll be first in line to greet you at the docks when you arrive.
I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world.

I know all of this is real, but it still feels like I'm dreaming.
I can't wait to see you again!
And yes, I'm aware that it has only been 4 months since I last saw you, but every day apart feels as if it lasts a lifetime. (Don't roll your eyes at me! And don't lie and say you didn't – I can feel the energy all the way down here, even as I'm still writing this letter [Д])

If we wait just a little longer, and I stay up a few more nights, then I can finally come see you. I can't wait to pick you up.
I'll bring your present too, by the way, sorry I couldn't give it to you in May.

With love,

Your Eita'

In retrospect, wearing regular clothing instead of his formal attire was an excellent choice. This way, none of the dockworkers pay much attention when Shirabu peers down the boat's boarding ramp and locks eyes with Eita. For a second, all they do is stare at each other. That changes when Kenjirou steps onto the ramp before running down and literally jumping into Semi's arms.

Eita has to drop his gift to catch him – one arm flailing as he tries to stop the two of them from keeling over backwards, while Kenjirou tries to kiss as much of his boyfriend's face as he can reach.

Laughter bubbles up inside Semi's chest, and for a moment he's so elated to see his lover again, that he can feel tears well up in his eyes. He lowers Shirabu back on his feet, using his now free hand to tilt Kenjirou's face up towards him, so he can finally kiss him the way he wants to.

They only stop when someone whistles behind them, and Eita coughs in embarrassment as he bends down to grab the flower he dropped earlier. Kenjirou is still blinking up at him a little dazedly when Eita weaves their fingers together and turns around. They walk down the path together, headed towards the small forest edging the docks – away from the commotion and possible prying eyes.

He lets go of Shirabu's hand rather quickly – a thin barrier of trees now separating them from the world beyond.

"Here," he says, as he gently pushes the flower against Shirabu's chest.

"A flower?" Kenjirou asks teasingly. Semi wonders what kind of gift he'd been expecting.

Shirabu tries to look serious as he waits for Eita's explanation, but the way his eyes are shining makes it clear that he appreciates the gesture a lot. "Is this supposed to be my Name day gift?"

Eita glances at the rose and collects himself, determined to repeat the speech he's been practicing for days now. For some reason, his voice fails him as he tries to speak, causing him to mouth soundlessly and look an awful lot like a fish thrown on land.

Shirabu raises his brow as he watches Semi silently implode.

"I must admit that I expected something a little more… well, bombastic, knowing you. I guess it's different to gift an adult flowers. Maybe I'm just not used to that mindset yet… At least you didn't try to give me a coat again-" he laughs, "-I don't think your taste, or lack thereof, will have changed much since I saw you last."

Eita still fails to find his voice, so he simply looks down at the rose again. After a second, Kenjirou does as well. His finger strokes the burgundy petals as his gaze slowly slips further down. Shirabu audibly sucks in his breath when he catches sight of the real gift, bound to the flower's stem with a single thin thread.

Semi looks at his face expectantly, his nerves threatening to swallow him whole when Kenjirou fails to say anything at all. Meanwhile, Shirabu's eyes have widened an alarming amount as he stares down at the jewelry.

"I grew the flower myself, you know," Semi says proudly, desperate to get Shirabu to say something. "That's also a part of the present, actually. I planted the bush close to the window of your private chambers in the palace. Dad had to help me a little, but it turned out alright, I think. And about-… The other thing… I've been working on the design for a while now. I decided to work with your family's sigil, because it reminded me of you, and…" He shrugs. "I don't know. I just think it's pretty."

Kenjirou still doesn't move as he stares at the flower.

"I… It's okay if you don't want it!" Semi babbles, "I won't be mad or anything? It's not meant to be a quick thing either, or something that has to come soon, you know? It's more like a promise? But if you don't think…" He hesitates. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. "I can get you another gift if you… don't like this one yet?"

Something in his voice must have shaken Shirabu, because he finally moves – taking in a deep breath as he looks up at Semi and stares at him intently.

"You're doing that thing again."

"What thing?"

"When you look at me like that. It's like there's fire in your eyes."

Semi bites his lip, unsure of what to say. 'Is that a bad thing?'

"Well? What do you think?"

"Well?" Shirabu echoes.

"You're… not really giving me much of an answer right now?"

"It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked yet," Shirabu says pointedly.

Semi narrows his eyes, but Kenjirou is grinning up at him so widely that it's unlikely he's able to read Eita's expression. He gently reaches up to slide the ring off of the rose's stem, breaking the thread keeping it there in the process. He clenches his fist to keep it from trembling as he rolls the ring between the thumb and index finger of his right hand. Shirabu keeps staring up at him, waiting patiently. He doesn't hide the way the flower is trembling in his grasp.

"I refused to ask you by mail, like a coward," Eita begins with a sigh. "All my life, you've stood by me. And I wanted to do just that, in every way possible, when I gave you this. With this ring – I'm asking you for your permission to let me stand by you as well, now and in the future. Regardless of your answer, I promise to cherish you forever, for as long as you'll let me. I'll make sure that every day, you know that I love you even more than the day before. And if it's too soon… If this is not what you want… Then I'm asking you to please wear this anyway, as a general token of my love, until you're ready. Even if that day never comes."

He reaches for Kenjirou's left hand, slowly lifting it higher as he holds on to the ring tightly. The light reflects off of the metal – illuminating the well-known branches, woven gracefully into a ring.

"Yes." Kenjirou breathes, and that's more than enough for Eita. "Forever yes."

Semi holds on to his hand as he slides the ring down Kenjirou's finger, where it glints rose gold against his skin.

Neither of them knows how long they stand there, hugging each other in the forest as they cry into each other's shoulder, happy to pretend that they aren't doing exactly that.

After a while, Shirabu has had enough, and he grabs Eita's hand as he tries to walk them back to the edge of the forest. Semi pretends that he can't see his fiancé's reddened eyes as he stares down at their hands, where the ring is still clearly visible. He's so distracted by his own happiness that he almost fails to notice that Shirabu is taking them the wrong way. He pulls his arm gently, guiding Kenjirou in the right direction.

"This way, my love," Eita says, as they walk out of the forest and towards their future.

A/N: Hey hey hey! ^^

Some notes about the end of this fic:
1. Kenjirou's ring is very heavily based on my own :) I got engaged a couple of months ago and it was too perfect not to use it (It's also where I got the idea for the title of this fic) - for the people who want to know what it looks like: I posted it on Twitter and Tumblr
2. I know that the final line is kinda cringy, but they've just gotten engaged, guys! I felt that it was alright to be a little cheesy :v
3. 'My dear, Eita' was a specific detail that I got from the song 'Take a break' #Hamiltonforlifebitches
4. The paper crown and cape gifts were of course based on Goshiki's pretend wedding from the first chapter
5. I looked up which hand Japanese people wear their engagement rings on, and google told me it was the left one, so that's what I went with :p I wear my ring on my left hand as well, so yeah
6. A couple of totally unnecessary details about Semishira's future:
- Goshiki and Tendou will definitely cry their eyes out even more than Semishira themselves on their wedding day
- in the future, Shirabu will take to calling Semi 'dear' most of the time, whereas Eita will call his husband 'darling' or 'love' (mostly darling though, that last one was copied from the way Wakatoshi addresses Tendou in private)
- About their engagement; Eita asked far earlier then I'd recommend (even when you start a relationship with someone you've known your whole life; there's no reason to hurry if you plan on spending the rest of your lives together anyway), but being engaged doesn't mean that you have to get married /on the spot/. So they wait a couple more years before officially tying the knot ;)
- They do eventually start a family, and their eldest child is a boy who becomes great friends with Kyouhaba's daughter

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