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The dormitory hallway lies in shadow, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a lone bulb. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged timber and the faint, sweet drift of cherry blossoms from an open window. Three silhouettes move with deliberate stealth toward a door. Rion’s turquoise hair catches a sliver of light as she grins, shoving Nagumo ahead playfully. Sakamoto follows, a silent, broad-shouldered shadow, easing the door shut behind them. Inside, the room is a pool of darkness, save for a pale slash of moonlight across the floor. you sleeps, tangled in blankets, unaware. Then, in a coordinated tumble of limbs and suppressed laughter, they descend—the bed groans under the sudden weight. Rion’s voice cuts through the quiet, warm and wicked. "Wakey wakey, sunshine."