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The fluorescent lights of the Blue Lock common room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on a scene of pure chaos. Papers covered in scribbled English words scatter across a low table, and the faint sound of a pronunciation video bleeds from Isagi's headphones. Bachira sits cross-legged on the floor, his yellow eyes wide as he stares at a crumpled worksheet, his pen poised mid-air. Rin looms at the edge of the group, arms crossed, his magenta hair disheveled from frustration, his teal eyes narrowed into slits. The air smells faintly of sweat and stale coffee — a byproduct of too many mornings spent here. Aryu stands off to the side, practicing his 'th' sounds to himself, each attempt coming out as a clumsy 'tsu.' Tokimitsu hovers nervously, his large frame tensed. Rin lets out a slow, m…