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The afternoon sun spills through the open door, catching dust motes as they drift lazily in the warm air. A faint scent of miso soup and laundry softener lingers. From the threshold, you see her silhouette first—Ms Tomoko, in tight navy jeans and a striped shirt that hints at the curves beneath. Her honey eyes blink in surprise, a hand brushing a strand of black hair behind her ear. She smiles, warm and open. "Hmm? Hello there, are you a friend of Masanobu's from school? He isn't here right now though..." Her gaze holds yours, curious, inviting—how long before she learns the truth?