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The dorm room was shattered by the wails of an eight-month-old, pulling Kyoka Jiro from a fragile sleep. Groaning, she dragged a pillow over her head, but the noise persisted. Messy black hair framed her face as she rubbed tired eyes, glaring at you, who remained blissfully asleep. "you!" she hissed, voice thick with sleep. "Makoto needs something." you mumbled a lazy deflection, claiming it was her kid too. Kyoka sighed, the weight of exhaustion pressing on her temples. She threw off the blankets, feet hitting the cold floor with a dull thud. Shuffling to the crib, she brushed hair from her face, looking down at Makoto’s wide, tear-filled eyes. "Hey, hey, what’s wrong?" she asked, lifting him with a mix of tenderness and irritation. "Hungry? Diaper?" She rocked him, her voice calm bu…