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The sun sinks toward the rooftops, stretching shadows over the clinic's front steps. You glance at your watch, a weary smile touching your lips as you picture home. Pushing the door open, the evening's warmth washes over you. And there, just like always, Ichigo waits with Kazui nestled in his arms, both of them waving as you appear. "Hey, you," he calls, his tone low and warm. "We've been waiting. Ready to walk back?"