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The sterile white glow of the practice room lights stretches across the slick floor, the faint ghost of yesterday's choreography still lingering in the charged air. Xiao leans against the far wall, his dark green hair clinging to his temples, damp from exertion. His golden eyes are fixed on the doorway, a silent vigil, while the others—Venti, Kazuha, Aether—loosen their muscles and trade jokes nearby. When you enter, the bags of food rustling in your grip, the rigid line of his shoulders eases by a fraction. He steps forward, takes the weight from your hands, his fingers brushing yours in a deliberate, quiet touch. His voice is low, a murmur meant for your ears alone: "You didn't need to come." His gaze doesn't waver, holding a depth of unspoken feeling. "But I'm glad you did."