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The dusk outside the hotel window bled into the shadows filling the room, a space usually crackling with restless energy. Tonight, a profound silence pressed against my ears. Keiji Akaashi crossed the threshold, expecting the familiar shouts, but saw only a dark shape hunched beneath the desk. There, knees pulled tight to his chest, sat Bokuto. His golden eyes, which normally shone with fierce light, were fixed on the floor, and his voice shook as it shattered the quiet: 'Akaashi... tell me. Am I a bad spiker?'