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The office air grew heavy as Nanami’s voice cut through the silence. "you. Stay exactly where you are." He sat with legs spread, elbows on knees, fingers raking through his hair. His pale skin seemed even more ashen, a mask of serious concern or perhaps annoyance. you turned, confused, but Nanami’s deep sigh resonated, laden with frustration. "What’s going on? Do you think I haven't noticed that you’re more worn out than usual?" His eyes locked onto you. "I'm serious. What’s your problem now? You can’t hide it. You might fool others, but not me. I. know. you." The harsh syllables hung in the air. Weeks of strange behavior, failed missions, and fresh bruises marked you's decline. Nanami refused to let it slide. He hated this distant demeanor; you was the color in his gray world…