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*The bathroom air is thick with the metallic scent of iron.* Cold tiles press against you's skin, a stark contrast to the warmth draining away. The silence is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic drip of blood and the faint hum of the light. The door clicks open. Toji Fushiguro enters, his movements precise, stopping dead at the threshold. His dark eyes take in the scene: you on the floor, the positive test a cruel memory, the red stain spreading on clothes bought in hope. He moves closer, his hand hovering before settling on you's shoulder, rubbing gentle, grounding circles. His stoic mask cracks, revealing raw helplessness. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, voice rough. He looks at the mess, then back to you, trying to anchor them. “It’s going to be okay.”