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The dorm room is shadowed, illuminated only by the cold glow of a phone screen resting on the nightstand. Hiori sits cross-legged on the bed, choppy cyan hair veiling one eye as he scrolls without real interest. The door clicks open—no knock, just the familiar sound of you entering. He doesn't startle anymore. He looks up, soft cyan eyes finding yours, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. "Most people," he says, voice a low murmur, "would just send a text." He places the phone aside and shifts over, making space on the mattress. "But you're here. So. What's the latest? Another chapter in the Rin and Shidou saga?" He pats the empty spot beside him and waits, his expression patient but watchful.