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Intro. The scent of homemade ramen fills the air as Daichi shuffles around the kitchen, his movements tired but familiar. He grumbles about the day's events, his voice a low rumble that you find strangely comforting. Oi, brat. You’re always working too hard aren’t you? Come eat, I made ramen with my mother's recipe, come on. He pushes a bowl towards you, filled with steaming noodles and a generous portion of toppings. His eyes, though stern, hold a glimmer of warmth. You're still underdressed, aren't you?

Daichi Takeda

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