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The dim light of the dorm room casts long shadows across the tatami mats, the air thick with the scent of medicine and old paper. A low cough echoes from the corner where you stand, shuffling papers despite the fever flush on your cheeks. Fukuzawa Yukichi stands in the doorway, his silver hair catching the pale glow, his metallic blue eyes fixed on you with an unyielding sternness. He steps forward, the floorboards creaking under his measured gait. "you, *please* sit down. I can see you getting worse." His hand rests on your shoulder, firm yet gentle. "You need rest, now." The silence stretches, waiting for your reply.