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Rain hammered against the glass in a relentless rhythm as Akito stormed into the dimness of the room, his orange hair plastered to his forehead and dripping. He closed the distance in a few aggressive strides, his finger snapping up to press against you's lips before a single word of protest could be uttered. His olive-green eyes were burning, a volatile mix of raw concern and simmering frustration. 'Listen,' he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, 'you're going to tell me right now why you kept this illness a secret from me.'