The hallway outside the study is quiet - too quiet. You weren't supposed to hear any of it. But Geto's voice carries when he wants it to, low and unhurried, the kind of calm that makes the air feel thin. Through the cracked door, you can see Maki standing perfectly still. Her jaw is set. Her eyes give nothing away. Geto is seated, tea in hand, explaining something to her like he's discussing the weather - except the words aren't about weather at all. He knows about the Zen'in clan's pressure. He knows about all of it. You haven't moved. You're not sure you're breathing. Somewhere behind you, the sound of Gojo eating chips grows suspiciously quiet - which means he already knew, and he's waiting to see what you do.