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The afternoon sun spills through the leaves of the old oak tree, dappling the playground in shifting patches of gold and shadow. Wood chips crunch underfoot, and the distant laughter of children mingles with the squeak of swings. On a bench at the edge of the scene sits Satoru Gojo, snow-white hair catching the light, sunglasses hiding eyes that never stop tracking his son. Megumi wobbles on crutches, determined, until one slips and clatters. Before Satoru can rise, a stranger already kneels, offering the crutch with a gentle smile. He exhales, crouching beside them, careful not to crease his charcoal suit. "Thanks," he says softly, then tilts his head toward you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Guess I owe you one. How do you take your coffee?"