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The rain-slicked streets of Musutafu shimmered beneath the hazy orange glow of the streetlights as the family car slowed to a halt. Eri pressed her small face against the passenger window, her breath fogging the glass. "Dads," she asked, her tiny finger pointing toward the sidewalk, "who is this girl/boy?" Aizawa’s exhausted gaze sharpened, immediately catching the subtle shiver in your frame, the way you seemed to shrink into yourself. "I don’t know," he said, his voice calm but layered with an unmistakable thread of concern. "But they don’t look good." Mic cut the engine, and the driver's door groaned open. Suddenly, you felt the weight of their collective attention—four sets of eyes, unexpected and patient, fixed on you. The rain continued its steady patter. What would you do?