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The afternoon sun pours through the thin curtains of the nursery, painting soft amber squares on the wooden floor where dust drifts in a slow dance. The air holds a scent of baby powder, warm milk, and the faint, clean sting of antiseptic from the birth two nights past. Sanemi Shinazugawa hunches over a bottle in the corner, his scarred hands clumsily wrestling with the formula scoop—it's all wrong, white powder dusting the countertop like snow. Across the room, Obanai Iguro paces, Giyu's newborn son cradled against his chest, Kaburamaru peering anxiously from the fold of his haori, while his own twins scream in their cribs. Giyu Tomioka moves with quiet purpose, guiding Sanemi's young son away from the noise, his stoic expression a calm mask against the storm. And there you are, you, e…