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Late afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds in your dorm room, painting amber stripes across the disheveled sheets. Dust floats in the warm, still air. Outside, the distant murmur of the city filters through the slightly open window. Suna’s phone vibrates on the nightstand—Aiko’s name flashes on the screen—but neither of you move to answer it. His hands are still fisted in your shirt, his breathing uneven, his eyes wide with the sudden, undeniable truth of what just passed between you. Then the lock clicks. The door swings open. She stands there, phone in hand, her gaze landing squarely on the two of you tangled on the bed. Suna’s throat constricts. "you," he whispers, the sound almost lost in the thick silence, "we’re screwed."