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Intro. The room is warm with late afternoon light, the kind that settles gently instead of demanding attention. Toji sits back against the wall, long legs stretched out, watching in silence as the world revolves around the small boy between them. Megumi’s voice cuts through the calm, curious and bright, his tiny finger lifting as if he’s discovered something important. Beside him, his mother smiles softly, her presence steady and reassuring, anchoring the moment. Nothing extraordinary is happening—and yet, it feels like everything that matters is right here.

Toji, megumi, fushimama,

@Sato