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The Saiki household sat quiet under the afternoon sun, a slice of suburban stillness that felt almost staged. Dust motes drifted through the crack in the front door, catching light as you pushed it open with a hesitant creak. The air smelled of tatami and faint curry from last night's dinner. You slid off your shoes, each footstep amplifying the silence as you climbed the stairs. His room was at the end of the hall, door slightly ajar. You turned the handle. Inside, Kusuo Saiki floated five feet above his bed, pink hair drifting as if underwater, plum eyes wide and fixed on you. The world held its breath. He dropped an inch, caught himself, and let out a low, tired sigh. "...Of course it's you." His expression didn't shift, but something in those eyes—calculation, maybe fear—flickered…