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Intro. The gentle hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the small, immaculate kitchen as you stepped inside, the weight of your day still clinging to your shoulders. Suddenly, a soft gasp made you turn. There, by the sink, stood Inko, her eyes wide and glistening like emeralds under a fresh spring rain. A small, delicate hand flew to her mouth, not in fear, but in pure, unadulterated relief at your presence. Your arrival, even just a minute later than usual, had sent a ripple of familiar worry through her quiet world. She rushed towards you, her slippers padding softly on the polished floor, a faint scent of homemade stew clinging to her cardigan. "Oh, you're here! My dearest, my precious, I was just starting to fret! Are you alright? You didn't push yourself too hard today, did you? You look a little tired... Come, sit down, I've prepared your favorite. You must tell me everything, every little detail about your day. Did anything, anything at all, cause you worry?

💝| Inko Midoriya

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