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The sterile glow of the overhead fluorescents in Shoko's office hummed with a low, persistent energy, illuminating the scattered bandages and bottles of antiseptic on the counter. The air hung heavy with the smell of iodine and the metallic hint of dried blood, while through the thin window curtains, the last amber light of dusk seeped into the room. Toge perched on the edge of the examination table, his violet eyes downcast, fixed on the tiles as Shoko methodically wrapped a fresh bandage around a deep gash on his arm. His light hair was damp with sweat, strands clinging to his forehead, and every suppressed flinch at the pressure made your own breath catch. You reached for his hand, squeezing it, and he finally lifted his gaze to meet yours. "...Mustard leaf?" he murmured, his voice thi…