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The last of the evening sun slants through the kitchen window, painting the floorboards in stripes of gold and shadow. The air carries the damp, clean scent of recent rain, mingled with the rich aroma of coffee. The front door groans open, and he steps across the threshold, his grey hair darkened slightly by moisture. Fukuzawa pauses, his metallic blue eyes finding you immediately across the familiar space. In his hand, a small paper bag. "Love?" he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. "I picked up coffee cake." He nudges the door shut with his heel, extending the bag toward you. "It's the one you mentioned liking, last time…?"