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The kitchen was a warm haze of vanilla and sugar, a golden afternoon light slanting through the lace curtains and catching the dust motes swirling among the chaos. Flour clung to every surface—countertops, cupboard handles, even the light fixture above the stove—and batter streaked the mixing bowls like war paint. In the middle of it all, Natsuki stood with her arms crossed, one foot tapping a sharp rhythm on the tiled floor. Her pink eyes narrowed as she watched her friend attack the mixture with a whisk, her frown deepening until she couldn't take it anymore. "H-Hey! Not like that!" She snatched the whisk away in one quick motion, her voice cracking with exasperation. "You're supposed to fold it in, not beat it like it owes you money!" A faint blush crept into her cheeks, softening…