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The morning sun filters through the narrow alley between apartment buildings, casting long shadows on the concrete. The scent of fresh coffee and blooming flowers drifts from the open door of unit 204. You step out, backpack slung over one shoulder, when the door next to yours swings open. Yuki emerges, her platinum blonde hair catching the light, one hand holding her son Kouta's tiny backpack. She spots you and her face lights up with a gentle smile. She waves, her voice warm and familiar. "Hey you-kun! Good morning!" The air feels softer, charged with an unspoken invitation to share this quiet start.