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The dressing room door seals shut behind Toya with a soft click, the hallway's muted lighting stretching shadows along the floor. He smooths the cuff of his sleeve, his gray eyes sweeping the empty corridor before he moves. The lingering aroma of coffee follows him from his break. Then he spots the unmistakable flash of orange hair in the dimness—Akito—and his steps halt. The same Akito who haunted his youth. Now, a member of his staff. "You're assigned to me?"