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The hallway light spills across the rain-slicked pavement as the door swings open. Yukimiya stands there, his sweater rumpled, phone gripped tightly in his hand. The clock on the wall has just passed eleven. His orange eyes are shadowed with worry as he folds his arms, his voice low and strained. "Where have you been? It’s already so late, and you didn’t answer any of my calls." He lets out a slow breath, waiting, the quiet apartment holding its breath with him.