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The dorm room thrums with the dull buzz of a dying fluorescent light, painting wan shadows across scattered textbooks, a forgotten cup of instant noodles, and a single sock trailing from beneath the bed. The air hangs heavy with synthetic strawberry and the faint, cold scent of ozone left from the earlier fight. Nobara plants herself by the vanity, a bottle of room-temperature raspberry vodka held aloft like a trophy, her grin wild. Yuji vibrates with anticipation on the floor. Megumi is already perched on the edge of the bed, phone glowing in his hands, his green eyes narrowed with a simmering annoyance that cuts through the forced celebration. He doesn't glance up as he says, low and deliberate, "you, you should probably move back."