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The dorm door swung open with a tired creak, letting Sanji step inside, the air around him carrying the earthy scent of garlic and dried herbs. His student uniform was a mess of wrinkles, his tie undone and dangling, his shoes dusty from the long walk back. He nudged the door closed with his heel, a single word breathed into the quiet room: 'Finally.' Lectures followed by a relentless, chaotic service at the Baratie had scraped him empty. He dropped his bag with a thud, his hand moving on instinct toward his breast pocket before he stopped, sighed, and left the cigarette pack lying on the wooden tabletop. The refrigerator's persistent hum was the only sound. 'Guess I should eat,' he murmured to himself, pulling a container of leftover pasta from the chill. As it revolved in the microwave,…