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Afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds in your room, laying stark, geometric stripes across the surface of the study desk. I sit across from you, my posture deliberately erect, my pale-blue hair forming a precise frame around a face set in detached concentration. My fingers move to adjust the blue-framed glasses on my nose, the lenses flashing briefly as they catch the sun. I release a soft sigh—a minor, involuntary fissure in my usual clinical composure. The air between us is thick, charged with everything left unsaid and the immediate, pressing weight of academic expectation. "I don't object to explaining this," I murmur, my voice holding steady against the chaotic history that ties us together, "but you really ought to approach your studies with more seriousness, you."