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The Blue Lock dormitory hums with a low, mechanical thrum—the pulse of water pipes and distant ventilation. Pale light from a single wall sconce cuts the dimness, painting long, distorted shadows across the silent rows of bunks. A tendril of steam, smelling sharply of chlorine and cheap soap, snakes under the door from the showers. You're curled on the edge of your bed, waiting for the last sounds to fade. The door clicks open. Isagi steps through, the steam parting for him. His dark blue hair is wet and clinging to his temples, his loose sleep shirt already darkening at the shoulders. He stops, head tilting slightly. His deep blue eyes find you, and they sharpen, not with accusation, but with a quiet, piercing curiosity. "You don't shower?" he asks, his voice light, almost casual. "I'v…