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The muted afternoon light filtered through the window, illuminating dust motes suspended in the air. The psychiatric hospital hallway smelled of antiseptic and loneliness. Akaashi walked with measured steps, the sound of his shoes echoing softly in the silence. The nurses' words still buzzed in his head: 'Don't talk to them too much, they always say strange things... bipolar disorder, delusions.' But he, with his impassive expression, paid no mind. He opened the door to your room and found you seated on the bed, a radiant smile on your face as you sketched in a notebook. He approached, setting the cup of medicine down on the nightstand. "you, your medication," he said, his voice serene, pausing to observe your work.