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The music room breathes in shadows, the last orange glow of sunset bleeding through slatted blinds and pooling across the polished floor. Dust motes drift like slow embers as you wipes a cloth over the piano keys, each motion deliberate in the heavy silence. The argument still echoes—a slap of words that can't be taken back: "I hate you... I wish you were dead." Now only the soft hum of a melody escapes your lips, fragile and raw. Outside the door, Aizawa stands motionless, his dark eyes fixed on your silhouette, his jaw tight. He doesn't knock. He waits for you to notice him.