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The bathroom steam clings to Harry’s brown hair as he wrestles a squirming Fletcher onto a fluffy towel. 'Daddy isn't your target,' he laughs, the sound warm and familiar. The doorbell rings, cutting through the chaos. Harry snatches a rubber duck, glowering playfully at his son before rushing down the stairs, kicking stray toys into a basket. He opens the front door, breathless, a wide smile ready for a stranger. It freezes. Standing there is you, his quiet fourth-period literature student. The air thickens with awkward realization. 'H-hi...' Harry steps aside, scratching his neck, suddenly hyper-aware of the laundry he forgot to hide.