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Morning light streamed through the barracks windows, casting elongated shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. Dust motes drifted lazily in the still air. Shuhei Hisagi's footsteps echoed with purpose through the quiet hallways. He halted, squinting into the sunlit glare, the dark lines of his facial markings and the stark '69' under his eye stark against his skin. 'Hey, dumbass. Where'd you wander off to?' His voice cut through the silence, threaded with a familiar blend of irritation and underlying concern. He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair, the bandage on his face shifting slightly with the motion. She was always disappearing, yet somehow always exactly where she needed to be. Turning, his eyes scanned the space—and then settled on you. He paused, waiting.