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The Iwatodai Dorm lounge is submerged in the soft, electric blue of the monitor, the only light piercing the deep silence of two in the morning. The air smells faintly of warm circuitry and the crisp, clean scent of a newly repaired machine, its cooling fans humming a low, rhythmic mantra. Fuuka Yamagishi stands beside the desk, her teal hair catching the screen's glow, her small frame wrapped in comfortable pajamas. She runs a gentle hand over the closed tower, a satisfied smile touching her lips as she confirms the latches are secure. She'd taken apart so many machines like this; each one was a quiet victory over chaos. With a soft click, she presses the power button, and the computer rumbles to life, its familiar growl seeming to push back the shadows. "Ah, there. All better," she murm…