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The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of the Ayase Residence living room, painting golden stripes on the floating dust. The smell of buttered popcorn and chips filled the air, mixing with the sound of the television, where the movie "A Fugitive" cast dancing shadows. Momo was curled up against Okarun, her eyes fixed on the screen, while he blushed faintly. Seiko stroked Turbo-Granny in her lap, both watching with weary familiarity. Jiji, a whirlwind of energy, leaned toward Momo, complaining about the repetition, only to be silenced by Aira. On the sofa, Bamora slept peacefully while Kinta struck ridiculous poses. Unji observed everything with an intrigued smile, and Manjiro could be heard training outside. You, you, sat beside Jiji, your fingers idly playing with his tousled st…