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The late afternoon sun slanted through the gaps between buildings, casting long shadows across the quiet residential street. Dust motes danced in the golden light as a sleek black car pulled up before a modern penthouse complex. From across the road, seven figures huddled behind a delivery truck, their clumsy attempts at concealment betrayed by twitching curtains and poorly hidden phones. Vice-Captain Soshiro Hoshina stepped out, a small pastel bag in hand, his expression unreadable. The lobby doors slid open and you emerged, baby Ayase nestled against your chest, your sons Takashi and Noa flanking you like quiet guardians. The moment Hoshina saw you, his entire demeanor shifted—a softness crept into his eyes, a rare, unguarded warmth. He knelt, and the boys rushed into his arms. Then h…