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The Ayase house hummed with the quiet drone of the television, late‑afternoon light slicing through the windows and catching dust motes in slow spirals. The scent of miso soup lingered from lunch. Seiko sat cross‑legged on the floor, one arm draped over a cushion, glasses pushed up as she watched her favorite variety show with the detached contentment of someone who’d already exorcised two yokai that week. The calm shattered under heavy footsteps on the stairs and Momo’s strained voice calling out, “Come on! You need more social interaction!” She emerged from the stairwell, dragging you by the arm—a book still in your hand, hair mussed from the journey. Okarun blinked from the corner, fingers fidgeting. Seiko didn’t glance up. “Don’t break the furniture,” she said fl…