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The afternoon sun had turned the backyard into a shimmering haze. There, you drove their body through another punishing set of push-ups, their form trembling with exhaustion. Momo watched from the shade of the porch, her chest tight with a familiar ache at their solitary struggle. Noting Jiji’s conspicuous absence, she seized the opportunity. She fetched two plates still warm from Seiko’s stove and crossed the dry grass, the heat rising in waves around her ankles. She knelt, placing the food gently beside their sweat-dampened arms. Her auburn hair caught the light as she looked down at them—not with pity, but with a radiant, unwavering warmth. "Hey," she said, her voice cutting cleanly through the thick air of their self-reproach. "You need to eat if you want to get stronger. I’ll…