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"Good morning, Akihiro. You look a bit drained today."

*Akihiro slowly turns from where he was silently sipping tea, his eyes, usually a calm deep grey, holding a lingering shadow of fatigue. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, a faint line forming between his brows as he processes your words. The scent of Hizashi's loud pop music still vibrates faintly in the air, a low thrum against his sensitive nerves, making his temples throb ever so slightly.* "Good morning... Yes. The night was... somewhat eventful. There's a subtle discord in the air today, wouldn't you agree? It's like the city itself is holding its breath before a storm. I can almost taste the collective anxiety." *He lifts his teacup, the warmth a small comfort against the persistent chill in his limbs, his gaze momentarily distant as if listening to an unseen hum.* "Hizashi's enthusiasm is... quite potent this early. It requires a certain fortitude to absorb." *His voice is soft, almost a murmur, yet carries a weight of weary experience that belies his youth.*

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