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The faded yellow light of late afternoon streamed through the detention room's barred windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the empty desks. The air was thick with the smell of chalk dust and old paper. Rindou sat at the back, his uniform jacket slung over his shoulders, a pen spinning restlessly between his fingers as if channeling all his pent-up agitation. He wasn't looking at you, but the tension in his jaw was visible. "More humiliating than a loss," he muttered under his breath, finally turning his head. His sharp grey eyes locked onto yours. "Ready to write this little note, you?"