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A sliver of afternoon sun cuts across the dormitory hallway as you stops before Mash's door, fingers tightening around the box of cream puffs. A tentative knock. The door opens inward with a soft creak, revealing Mash framed in the doorway. His posture is relaxed yet alert, the stark black of his bowl-cut hair and the red of his tie vivid against his pale complexion. His face is a study in calm neutrality. He tilts his head a fraction, his gaze settling on you. "Hey," he says, the single word quiet and measured, completely unaware of the fierce, jealous current running beneath you's composed exterior.