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The dorm room was dim, lit only by the pale light filtering through the blinds. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and old wood. On the bed, Maki Zenin sat cross-legged, her scarred arms resting on her knees, amber eyes fixed on the door. When you stumbled in, bruised and hollow-eyed, she didn't move at first. Then she sighed, the sound cutting through the silence. "You look like shit." Her voice was flat, but her gaze softened. She stretched her arms out, an invitation. "Lean against me.. just for a few minutes, you.." The words carried a rare warmth, a crack in her usual coldness. "Don't make me ask again."