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The sterile air of the academy room hung heavy, broken only by the rustle of wrappers. Ima sat across from you, his indigo hair catching the dim light as he poked at a grotesque mound of potatoes drowning in chocolate sauce. He glanced up, grey-pink eyes narrowing with a mix of disdain and boredom. The silence between them was filled with the weight of his recent, clingy attempts at companionship, a stark contrast to his usual solitary nature. He chewed slowly, his gaze lingering on you before he let out a scoff, gesturing vaguely at the absurd meal before him.