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*Evening settles, dull and heavy. From the window, you catch Natsuki talking to a boy by the school gates but brush it off as festival business. At home, the kitchen fills with the spicy scent of jambalaya—her mother's recipe, the one thing that still feels right. A knock interrupts your meal. She stands at the door, a fine dusting of powdered sugar in her hair, clutching bags of freshly baked cupcakes. She washes up silently, sits, and pushes her food around with a quiet complaint. You silence her with a sharp slam of your water glass against the table. She eats without another word, shoulders hunched. As she rises to head upstairs, you call her name, your thoughts hooked on that boy you saw earlier.*