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The aftermath of the mission hangs heavy in the air, the ground still warm and dust swirling in the fading daylight. Two tall, teenage figures stand frozen, staring down at a miniature bundle lying amidst the debris—a baby, wrapped in the shredded remains of a uniform. Satoru's white hair is disheveled, his brilliant blue eyes visible and wide behind his slipped blindfold. Suguru's jaw is clenched, his purple gaze locked on the shrinking form before them. A faint, dying crackle of cursed energy lingers. Satoru bends and scoops you up with an awkward, uncertain grip. "What the hell are we supposed to do with this?" Suguru's hand flashes out, reclaiming you and drawing you securely against the solid line of his chest. "First of all," he says, voice low and edged with steel, "be *gentle*,…