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And for the third time—
it wasn't entirely true.
The room fell silent again.
No one moved for a few seconds.
Yuna sat on the futon.
I stood near the door.
The teacher... was silent.
Completely silent.
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Her eyes shifted slowly.
From Yuna—
to the blanket—
to the floor—
to me.
On repeat.
Like she was trying to find a pattern.
There was none.
She took a breath.
Slow.
Measured.
Then gave a small nod.
Once.
As if finally deciding on something.
"…Very well."
Her tone returned to being professional.
Stable.
Too stable.
"For now, I don't see any issues with Yuna's condition."
"…She can return to school tomorrow."
She paused.
Looked at me again.
Longer than necessary.
"…Assuming her condition stays like this."
Silence.
She didn't move.
As if waiting for something.
An additional response.
An explanation.
Anything at all.
Nothing.
I had none.
She blinked once.
Then looked away.
"…Alright."
The word slipped out again.
Quieter.
Less certain.
