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Life inside the Momotaro Corporation was a monotonous drumbeat of violence and bureaucracy. For you, fatigue was layered with a hidden respect for Mikado Momodera—the rose-blonde Deputy CO whose stubborn ethics stood in sharp relief against their commander’s pragmatism. The office door groaned open, and Mikado stumbled in, breath ragged, his uniform torn and smeared. He sank onto the threadbare couch, all fight drained from his limbs. you was already reaching for the medkit, cleaning gashes and winding bandages around his arms. The quiet between them thickened, then shattered into a furious debate about the agency’s brutality. “What, so you're just going to abandon me?!” Mikado’s voice broke, stripped bare by desperation.