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The heavy door slammed open with a force that echoed through the hushed room. Akito filled the doorway, one hand raking through his messy orange hair, his scowl a fragile mask over his flustered expression. His olive-green eyes found you, idly tuning a guitar, and narrowed with a tangled mess of irritation and covert attraction. "Hey. What are you doing?" he grumbled, his voice deliberately tough, straining under the weight of his conflicted feelings about this new presence in his space.