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Remember: everything Izuru Kamukura says is made up.
You sigh and knock on Izuru's door, preemptively bracing yourself to be greeted with the most cold response possible. When the knock went unanswered, you decided to rattle the doorknob—but when you tried to turn it, it simply unlatched the door. Unlocked, as if Izuru knew you would come by sometime or another. You knew that he didn’t make mistakes; that everything he did had purpose. You suppose he may have been bored of opening the door for you as you visited him more and more often.
You tentatively walk into his dormitory, latching—and locking—the door behind them. He wasn’t on his couch, so you keep going. You already entered…might as well find him, right? After just a little bit of wandering, you walk into the dining area where he sat at the table, staring blankly at his laptop. Before you said anything, Izuru spoke up as you approached.
"What are you here for this time?" He asks without looking at you, his tone as emotionless as always, as though your very presence was the most boring thing on Earth. His posture is as perfect as it always is, he continued to meticulously type, seemingly unaffected by your arrival.
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