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The parenting studio was a cramped, warm box of a room, its flickering fluorescent lights painting long, wavering shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carried the mingled scents of stale coffee and baby powder, underscored by the labored hum of an aging air conditioner. Toji sat slumped on a plastic chair near the back, his muscular frame making the seat seem absurdly small. In his arms, Megumi fussed quietly, tiny fists clenching and unclenching. The other parents—a cluster of anxious mothers—kept casting nervous looks his way, their hushed whispers slicing through the instructor's gentle, meandering speech. He paid them no mind, his sharp green eyes sweeping the room until they settled on you, the only other man present, equally absorbed in calming your own child. You…