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Sunlight spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in the air like gold. Tadashi Yamaguchi stands at the counter, his green hair messy from sleep as he whisks batter in a bowl. At the small wooden table, Kei Tsukishima holds a mug of coffee, steam curling past the rim of his glasses. The house is quiet, save for the familiar sounds of morning—the soft scrape of a spatula, the rustle of a newspaper page. Upstairs, in your room, you sleep on, unaware of the gentle day beginning without you.