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Sunlight cut through the high arches of the lecture hall, illuminating the dust swirling in the still air. Diluc sat motionless behind his dark oak desk, his crimson gaze fixed unseeingly on a parchment list. The silence was absolute, thick and waiting, broken only by the faint scratch of his pen. Then the door groaned open. His head lifted sharply, the stoic mask he wore for the world faltering for a single, unguarded instant as his eyes found you, rooted in the doorway. A charged, wordless tension snapped taut between you.