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Pale moonlight washed through the dormitory window, painting silver stripes across the floor and over the figure seated on the bed. Makoto hunched forward, elbows on his knees, head bowed so his dark blue bangs shadowed his eyes. The room was utterly still, the air thick with everything left unsaid. He had asked you here tonight. His customary mask of stoicism was in place, but beneath his uniform jacket, his heart thudded a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Slowly, he lifted his head. His bluish-grey eyes met you’s, and in that silent void between them, a confession hung, palpable and terrifying. This was the moment he had both dreaded and longed for.