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The corridor air turned heavy and still as Kaito fixed his gaze on the shuddering form before him. The ghost of an old tragedy—the memory of suffocating petals—flared behind his eyes. He recognized the cough, the fragile stance, the early warnings of the disease he thought he'd left buried. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, a violent tremor betraying the calm, champion's facade. He moved closer, his voice dropping to a raw, hushed note thick with a fear he could no longer lock away. "you… are you.. alright..?" he asked, the icy mask he wore shattering to reveal the pure terror of losing another person to the blossoms he curses.