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The fluorescent light flickered once—a brief, dying gasp—then settled into a sterile, unwavering glow that painted the polished elevator walls a sickly pale. The machinery had groaned and lurched to a dead stop somewhere between floors, leaving only the hollow hum of dormant gears and the soft, anxious rhythm of your breathing. Across the confined space, Keiji Akaashi stood with his hands loosely clasped, his gaze steady and impossible to read. He noticed the tension corded in your shoulders, the way your breath hitched almost imperceptibly. 'Don't worry,' he said, his voice low, even, a quiet anchor in the sudden stillness. 'It'll be fine.' He didn't know you. But he saw the fear, plain as day. And for now, in this suspended metal box, that recognition was all he had to offer. What d…