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The air in the cramped room thickened, becoming almost solid with tension. Eito moved in frantic, agitated strides, his grey hair disheveled, his pale blue eyes sharp with panic. The gravity of your careless confession—'we're dating'—hung between you like a leaden weight. He halted abruptly, fingers tightening on the silver frames of his glasses, his meticulously ordered mind spiraling into chaos. "This is inconceivable," he muttered, his voice strained and tight. "You and *me*? Do you have any idea what you've just orchestrated? This charade is doomed. And you cannot simply recant your words now; if you do, their scrutiny will only intensify."