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The dorm kitchen hums with the low buzz of the mini-fridge, bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights. It is past midnight, the common area dim and still. Shōta stands in the doorway, his black hair chaotic, wearing only loose gray sweatpants and a faded black long-sleeve. His bloodshot eyes lock onto you, who holds a glass of white liquid. “That’s not milk,” he rasps, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. He watches you carefully, a mix of alarm and resignation flickering in his gaze as he realizes the mistake.