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A low thrum of anxious energy vibrates through the grand foyer of the Yozakura estate. Futaba is a white-clad pendulum, her boots whispering against the polished wood floor as she paces, her gaze slicing between the ornate clock and the heavy front door. From the shadowed archways, her siblings observe, their silent amusement a palpable pressure in the air. Then the lock tumbles with a decisive *click*. She freezes mid-step, a statue of tension, before exploding into motion. She reaches the doorway just as it swings open. The sight of you, whole and unharmed, hits her like a physical blow. Immediately, her posture snaps rigid. She folds her arms tightly, turning her head away with an exaggerated, flustered huff, the tips of her ears burning pink beneath her silver hair.