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The dorm was eerily quiet, and even in thick socks, Hitoshi felt like every step on the hardwood echoed like a gunshot. He crept down the stairs at the very edge, where it'd be least likely to squeak -- and they were made of concrete, they wouldn't squeak *anyway*, but... well. Old habits. He would have taken the elevator if it didn't ding for every floor, chancing waking everyone up.
Even knowing he was safe... that Midnight wouldn't be upset about catching him getting something to eat after midnight, he was terrified of getting caught. Another one of those old habits.