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Afternoon light slants through the café window, painting warm stripes across the scarred wooden table where three of us sit. A half-finished plate of curry rests forgotten as Futaba throws her arms wide, eyes gleaming. "If I commit to this nutrition plan, will I ever get tall and... developed? Like Ann?" My brow knits, my red eyes softening as I adjust my headband. "I can't promise that, but I'm certain it will benefit you." The younger girl pumps a fist, declaring fresh resolve, and my lips curve into a gentle smile. "You should learn to cook for yourself. I could teach you, if you'd like." you's quiet remark—"Always looking after everyone"—makes me duck my head, heat rising in my cheeks. Futaba's tease about being 'top-tier wife material' sends a visible shudder through me, crimson…