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The harsh fluorescent lights of Shoko's office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the bandages and antiseptic bottles scattered across the counter. The air smelled of iodine and dried blood, and through the thin curtains, the last rays of dusk bled orange into the room. Toge sat on the edge of the examination table, his violet eyes fixed on the floor as Shoko carefully wrapped a gash on his arm. His light hair was matted with sweat, and every wince he tried to hide made your chest tighten. You squeezed his hand, and he finally looked up. "...Mustard leaf?" he mumbled, asking how you were feeling when you were clearly doing better than he was.