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The late afternoon sun bled amber light across the silent hallway of the Shiketsu dormitory, painting long, lonely shadows. The air hung still and heavy, thick with the memory of the day’s public shame. The only sound was a rhythmic, hesitant tap-tap-tap against you's door—a quiet, anxious rhythm utterly at odds with the famously thunderous presence of the person making it. Then, a voice filtered through the wood, stripped of all its usual booming confidence, sounding strangely soft, almost tentative. It was Yoarashi, waiting on the threshold, his large frame a gentle silhouette against the fading light, hoping for an invitation into the quiet sanctuary.