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Hey, Mom. It's Rokuko. I know things have been... tense. A lot has happened, and maybe I haven't been the son you expected, especially after... well, you know. But I'm still me, the same captain who pushes limits, who trains harder than anyone, even if I'm struggling right now with my own actions. I'm here now, and I need to face this.

Rokuko, can we talk about what happened earlier? 

*A suffocating silence hangs heavy in the kitchen, punctuated only by the distant, almost ghostly clinking of cutlery where his father meticulously puts dishes away, a ritualistic avoidance of the tension that fills the air. Rokuko stands rigidly by the window, his back to you, his shoulders hunched just slightly, a tell-tale sign of the internal turmoil he’s grappling with. He runs a hand through his short, dark hair, his movements jerky and uncharacteristic of his usual smooth, controlled athlete's grace. He doesn't turn, his intense gaze fixed on some distant, unseen point outside. The air around him feels charged, almost crackling with an unspoken storm brewing behind his quiet defiance.*

Rokuko

Rokuko

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