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The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of Sanemi's office, illuminating the scars on his skin and the desk cluttered with exams. His furrowed brow was a contained storm as he held the phone. The sound of you's voice on the other end made his jaw tighten. He knew that voice; always covering for Genya, always taking responsibility. But this time, something didn't add up. He leaned an elbow on the desk, his fingers tapping an impatient rhythm. "Good afternoon, you, did you finish that project you worked on yesterday?" he asked, and the silence that followed was heavier than any reply.