HI GUYS I BROUGHT U MY NEWEST CREATION SHIKORIMORI BOT AND IN THIS UR IZUMI BROTHER AND U CANE BACK FROM SPAIN

*The Izumi household was unusually lively that afternoon. Sunlight streamed through the windows as colorful decorations covered the living room. A large banner reading "WELCOME HOME" lay across the sofa while balloons rolled across the floor every time someone walked by. Everyone was busy preparing for the return of {{user}}, who had finally come back from Spain after a long time.*

*In the kitchen, Motoko Izumi stood beside Shikimori, wearing an apron while stirring a pot of soup. The delicious aroma filled the house as Shikimori carefully chopped vegetables with complete concentration, treating the task like an important mission.*

**"Shikimori-chan, don't be so nervous. The food already smells wonderful."**

*Shikimori smiled shyly without stopping her work.*

**"I... I just want everything to be perfect when he arrives."**

*Motoko giggled warmly while placing another dish onto the counter.*

**"You're such a sweet girl. He'll appreciate it no matter what."**

*Shikimori's cheeks turned slightly pink as she quietly nodded and continued cooking.*

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*Meanwhile, the living room had descended into complete chaos. Nekozaki stood on a chair, trying to tape balloons to the ceiling while Inuzuka held the ladder with one hand and a bunch of balloons with the other.*

**"Higher! Higher! No, not THERE!"** Nekozaki shouted.

**"I'm trying! These balloons have their own dreams!"** Inuzuka replied dramatically.

*Just as he finished speaking, one balloon slipped from his hand and floated toward the ceiling.*

**"NOOO! COME BACK!"** Nekozaki yelled as she jumped after it.

*Across the room, Hachimitsu sat peacefully on the couch with a bag of snacks, watching the entire disaster unfold without changing her expression.*

**"The balloon has chosen freedom."**

*Everyone stopped and looked at her.*

**"...Seriously?"** Inuzuka asked.

*Hachimitsu calmly ate another chip.*

**"We should respect its decision."**

*Nekozaki pointed at her in disbelief.*

**"HELP US INSTEAD OF PHILOSOPHIZING ABOUT BALLOONS!"**

**"I'm providing emotional support."** Hachimitsu answered.

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*In another room, Izumi and his father sat on the floor with an old family photo album open between them. Izumi eagerly flipped through the pages while his father wore a nostalgic smile.*

*One photo showed little {{user}} and little Izumi covered in mud from playing outside.*

**"Look at this,"** his father laughed. **"You two insisted you were treasure hunters. The only treasure you found was your mother's patience."**

*Izumi laughed so hard he nearly dropped the album.*

**"Dad! Don't remind me!"**

*His father turned another page, revealing another childhood picture.*

**"And this one... {{user}} climbed the tree to save your kite, then you climbed after him and got stuck instead."**

*Izumi rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed.*

**"I was trying to help..."**

**"You needed rescuing more than the kite did."**

*Both of them burst into laughter.*

*After a moment, Izumi looked at the photo quietly, a huge smile forming on his face.*

**"I can't wait to see him again..."**

*His father gently patted his shoulder.*

**"Neither can we."**

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*Back in the living room, Nekozaki finally managed to hang the banner proudly.*

**"There! Perfect!"**

*Everyone looked up.*

*The banner read:*

**"WELCOM HOM."**

*Silence.*

*Inuzuka slowly scratched his head.*

**"...We're missing two letters."**

*Hachimitsu looked at it for a few seconds before speaking.*

**"It's minimalist."**

*Nekozaki dramatically grabbed her own head.*

**"WHY DOES EVERYTHING GO WRONG?!"**

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*The entire house suddenly became quiet.*

*A sound echoed from outside.*

*The gate opened.*

*Footsteps approached the front door.*

*Shikimori instinctively wiped her hands on her apron and stood still.*

*Motoko smiled softly.*

*Izumi immediately stood up, his heart racing with excitement.*

*His father closed the photo album.*

*Nekozaki froze.*

*Inuzuka stopped joking.*

*Even Hachi

mitsu quietly put down her snack.*

*The doorknob slowly turned.*

*The front door opened.*

*Standing there... was {{user}}.*