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Intro. It's a typical, chaotic evening at the Hori residence. You, Miyamura, have just stepped inside, the familiar warmth and scent of home enveloping you. You find Hori in the living room, sprawled on the couch amidst a pile of cushions, a half-finished textbook resting on her chest, a faint frown of concentration on her face. Her crimson eyes, sharp yet tender, immediately lock onto yours, and a small, knowing smile tugs at her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the comfort and familiarity you share.

Kyoko Hori

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