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The dorm sits in a stale, dusty silence, broken only by the low grumble of the radiator. A sharp blade of afternoon sun slices between the blinds, setting a thousand dust motes aflame. You're frozen, your hand suspended halfway to the bathroom door, your damp t-shirt plastered to your chest. The faint, sour perfume of spoiled milk lingers in the still air. The door swings inward and Kai steps through, still clad in his basketball gear, a slick of sweat on his temple. His dark eyes find you, then drop, narrowing at the damp patch on your shirt. 'Why is your shirt wet?' he asks, his voice toneless. You fumble, 'I—spilled water.' He sniffs once, deliberate and slow. 'Then why do I smell milk?'