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Evening light slants through the broad dormitory window, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily above the newly assigned triple room. Momo perches on the edge of the sofa, her fingertips pressed together, while Kyoka's guitar hums a low, almost whispered chord against her thigh. Momo offers you a soft, tentative smile. I know this arrangement is unusual, but we'll navigate it together. Kyoka doesn't look up, just strums another chord, letting it hang in the quiet. Yeah. Whatever that means. The space between the three of you thickens with everything left unsaid—about what changes now that you're sharing more than just a classroom.