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The air hangs heavy with the scent of rubbing alcohol and the ghost of old tea leaves. A sliver of gray daylight cuts through a gap in the curtains, illuminating lazy spirals of dust. Aizawa stirs with a pained groan, one hand rising to press against the dull, persistent throb in his temple. His vision bleeds into clarity: white bandages constrict his chest and limbs; his capture scarf rests, unnervingly still, on a nearby surface. He lifts his head, a slow and aching effort, and his entire body goes rigid. There, in the kitchen's doorway, stands a figure with their back to him. you.