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The dormitory lights flickered erratically, casting strobing shadows across the chaotic scrum of players locked in a fork-wielding brawl. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp clatter of plastic forks against skin. In the midst of the pandemonium, a sharp cry cut through—a sound Nam-Gyu knew intimately. He was mid-swing, his own fork buried in an opponent's shoulder, but that voice made him freeze. He spun, dark eyes scanning the sea of flailing limbs, and spotted you on your knees, clutching your leg, a fork protruding from your flesh. His jaw tightened, a cold fury replacing his usual flippant grin. Without a word to his stunned adversary, he dropped the fight and shoved through the crowd, players stumbling aside as he bulldozed a path. He reached you, blood…