Fan Fic Bento ~ Bon Appetit! "What If…Erina and Soma realized they could be something more?" | Twin Flame Universe

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Enjoy my first one-shot!

Three light raps on a coach-class sleeper roomette's door go unanswered.

-8-

Erina Nakiri sits in her private first-class car, fuming for reasons she would rather not say aloud. Her family's luxury sleeper train races by the snowcapped Hokkaido mountain range. The evening scene of the harsh northern lands reminds her that she's speeding closer to the end of her world—again. At the hands of the same contemptuous man—again.

Alice has immersed herself in 'the coach-class lifestyle' with Ryo, leaving the entire car to her. With nothing more to do to save her beloved Tohtsuki and newfound friends apart from what the rebels of the 92nd Generation, led by the boy who once was the most pernicious red thorn in her side, were already doing, Erina bides her time as they await their future trials by fire.

They must prevail. Her life depends on it.

But that's not why she's in a pissy mood.
She's lonely.
Erina had already tried doing what she wanted. She even considered telling that irritating boy that the 'Roast Pork, Just Kidding' dish he made everyone for dinner wasn't his worst offering to her divine palate. She even thought about calling it…satisfying. Tuh! She should've known better. So now, she's in this lavish car to Hell, frowning as the snowy fields blur white.

But all Erina sees is red.

She thinks of calling her lady-in-waiting to distract her melancholy—maybe a game of cards or poring over her travel chest of holiday shōjo; a current volume sits on her coffee table, awaiting their low giggles and gawking eyes. But Hisako's busy doing something she rarely gets to do thanks to her undying devotion to her: having fun with friends. Erina's no witch to snatch her best friend from their final moments of youthful cheer before Central burns it all down. She knows her father; she knows it's coming.

She considered joining them—she could hear the muffled chaos and laughter from her cousin and the others in the lounge car—but she wanted none of their company. Only one presence calms the storm raging in her mind, threatening to pull her back under the watery grave of Tohtsuki's undertaker.

So she must not drown.

She decides to take a long bath.

-8-

A first-class car's door slides open with more force than necessary.

"Yo, Nakiri! What'cha doin'?!"

Soma's voice drops. He looks around the large private room; it's cold and empty. Looking at his watch, he frowns, half confused, half disappointed. It's the same time he's checked on her the past two nights. He checks his phone—no missed calls or messages. Where could she be?

He leaves the luxury car without a trace in sight.

-8-

Erina exits the bath, purified from the hot water's relaxing spell and nearly forgetting what she was so angry about. Nightfall greets her, and the warm glow of her room's dim bulbs provides her only light. She moves through the cramped room and looks at the time. It's just after ten.

Where is he? How dare he not check on me?

She blames herself for getting her hopes up. She knows better than to allow his surprise pop-ins the past two nights to become a nightly expectation. But how could she not? They'd developed a routine back at the dorm; besides, she's Erina Nakiri! Who on earth could resist her?

'Well, your parents, for starters,' a weasly voice in her head replies, 'Looks like that stupid peasant boy, too.'

That turns her mood sour in a snap. She moisturizes her face, oils her body, throws on a night slip like a disgruntled housewife, and slumps onto her chaise lounge. She's afraid to go to bed; the nightmares return with a vengeance when she sleeps alone.

The train clears the forest, revealing another sparkling starry night. She spots Venus and Mars across the vast country sky.

"I'm kind of craving salmon roe right now...Nakiri, don't you see how the stars above kinda glitter like salmon roe?" She sighs, annoyed by how much that ridiculous comparison made her giggle two nights ago. Then she cringes at how eagerly she accepted a bite of his caviar and corn chips concoction right out of his hands the night before.

A lovestruck voice in her head chimes in: 'It was romantic in a Lady and the Tramp kind of way, though.' It's been like pulling teeth to admit it to herself.

But, Erina Nakiri is nose-diving and falling deep for Soma Yukihira.

Ugh.

She pulls out her phone—not to check if he texted her (which he did not, by the way)—and swipes through her apps. Anything to ignore this clingy, clawing hand creeping up her neck, threatening to scratch at her throat until she is forced to cry out for help, to reach out for him. She settles on listening to music. A classic Megan the Stallion mixtape speaks to her soul.

Tina Snow.

It's not the liking or possibly loving Yukihira part that upsets Erina. It's the fact that it's him. Of all the suitable bachelors her heart could've chosen to accept a proverbial rose from. Why him? She bets he doesn't even know how to pick the perfect rose! Worse, she's come to enjoy having him around, even crave his company. And it's only because he dares to approach her fearlessly. Not many people do without a bit of fear and trembling. When they first met nine months ago, the little regard he gave her status was infuriating. But now?

It's electrifying.

He sees her in a way she never thought anyone could. So apropos of the renegade.

It's all Yukihira's fault that she expects him to invade her space all the time now! Okay, maybe he's worn her down to the point that she yearns for his red hair in her face and his fire in her life. She may have noticed how cold and alone she feels in his absence. And maybe she's willing to admit it's all of the above—but only to herself.

So, of course, he refuses to show up. Figures. Boys are so disappointing.

'Who does he think he is standing us up? How rude of him!' Her inner brat protests.

'Don't blame him! You're the fool for thinking he could be our hero and save us from the Devil.' Her inner skeptic attacks.

'Just leave him where all low-class miscreants belong: beneath you—and move on! You've left men of higher rapport in the dust!'

'Who is he? Can he even handle your emotional baggage?'

'It doesn't matter—you'll run him off eventually.'

'Like you always do...'

'You're just another traumatized Nakiri. You're not capable of love.'

'Your father was right.'

The onslaught of intrusive thoughts capsizes her.

"Stop it!" Erina screams to no one. She is alone; her only company is her sorrow. She should be used to that by now. The mixtape has long ended, and the ice caps over her fractured heart have solidified. She looks out the window and hears the harsh, howling wind echo in her soul.

Clinging to her phone, it vibrates in her grip—a text from an ex she refuses to acknowledge.
Now is not the time for second chances.

-8-

"And that makes ten to…" Soma cups his hand behind his ear and leans into his whimpering opponent's face.

"…Zero," Takumi answers.

"Heh? What's that, Aldini? I'm sorry I couldn't hear you over your shame." He's purposely taunting.

"I said, ZERO! Okay, Yukihira?" Takumi's face bleeds tomato-red with embarrassment.

"Exactly! Ha!"

"Oh, shut up, Yukihira! I told you I had never played this game until tonight, but I will defeat you once I've mastered it! So, come on! Another round!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You keep saying that, and you keep losing. To me!" Soma cackles as everyone around them joins in. Even Isami is losing his battle with twin loyalty, trying to suppress his tee-hees.

"Just give it up, Big Bro. Soma's been kicking your butt since dessert!" The plump twin laughs at his expense.

"You tell 'im, Twin!" Soma cheers on.

"Hey! You can't call him that!" Takumi fusses.

Soma has to admit, as much fun as it's been beating Takumi's ass in multiple rounds of the game flip cup, he'd much rather be somewhere else. He stretches wide and yawns loudly, ignoring the high-strung boy.

"Speaking of asses, I'm beat from kicking yours, Aldini. So, I'll leave you to lick your wounds. We can try again after dinner tomorrow. But I'm going to bed." He throws his arms behind his head.

"Just you wait, Soma Yukihira! I'll beat you tomorrow!" Takumi challenges from behind. Soma glances over his shoulder and lets his cat fang poke through.

"You can try. But there's no shame in losing to the best!"

-8-

He's halfway to his room car when he decides to try one last time.

"Soma-kun!" Megumi Tadokoro catches him as he reaches the end of the coach class cars.

"Eh, Tadokoro?" He turns to face his sheepish best friend. "What's up?"

"You're heading to bed already?"
"Yeah," Soma yawns. "As we saw yesterday, Central isn't holdin' back. So I need to be in tip-top shape to beat 'em all." He pounds his fist into his palm.

Megumi nods, her brain thinking of more to say. "Oh, that's true. It's just that…"

Soma cocks his head. "Hm? What is it, Megumi?"

"W-Well, Daigo-kun, Shoji-kun, and Yuki-chan suggested that we play a few rounds of Hanafuda for old-time's sake. Y'know, in case it's the last time we get to do so as residents of Polar Star…"

Megumi looks down at her twisting feet.

"Nah, Tadokoro, we can't think or talk like that. I told ya, we're all going to become second-years!" He grips her shoulder with a wide grin. Megumi perks up.

"That's what I said! But they told me to drag you back anyway, so we have no regrets when it's all said and done."

Soma glances at the door separating coach from first-class. He was so close.

"Well…I don't like living with regrets…" He sighs to himself and turns back to Megumi, catching his second wind. "Alright, let's go, Megumi! But you're on my team before Yuki tries to claim you!"

-8-

Two hours later, Soma bounds down the coach cars' aisles.

"Soma-kun, would you like me to walk you back to your room? Remember how lost you got yesterday?"

"No, you're a good friend, Tadokoro," Soma chuckles, continuing his sprint. "But I think I know my way around this monster train now."

"Oh-okay…" Megumi nervously calls after him. "Goodnight, Soma-kun!"

"G'night, Megs! Sleep tight!"

He stands at the door he's been trying to reach all night.
Finally!

Pressing the button to cross from one train car to another, a lightning bolt strikes his stomach. This isn't anxiety or fear. Heck, he's not even sleepy.
Soma's excited.

He drags the door handle to Erina's private quarters. It's locked. Ice steels his veins. She's either angry or asleep. He quickly prays to his mother that she's just sleeping.

He curls his knuckles, timidly knocks a few times on her door, and waits. Nothing. He makes a light rhythmic beat next and stays a little longer. Still, nothing. He lifts his fist to knock again, his stomach folding into anxious knots, but he decides against it.

If she is asleep, he shouldn't disturb her. She's been taking the stress of the advancement exams harder and more seriously than any other scrambling, frantic first-year. With her life at Tohtsuki and, in general, on the line, she needed to rest. But if she is awake and simply ignoring him? Well, that would break his heart like a dropped eggshell. He's gotten used to their secret nightly visits and getting to know Erina Nakiri—the Elite Tenth Seat, daughter of the former and current Tohtsuki directors, heir of the Tohtsuki empire, and possessor of the legendary God Tongue—as just Erina.

After running away from her family's mansion, they started this private tradition of spending late-night quiet hours alone together at the dorm. Seeing who she is beneath the prim and proper performance of being Tohtsuki's elitist became a sweet treat. Erina was tender-hearted, witty, and lightyears more innocent than Soma had expected from someone so…brilliant, mature, and accomplished. It wasn't lost on him that she was also much nicer when it was just them two.

So, since the end of dinner, his heart had been set on spending time with her. If he missed his chance, it's his fault for getting carried away with his friends. He'd have to live with that regret. Soma's shoulders slump; the frenzy of the day's Hokkaido cooking lessons and not seeing her after dinner has started weighing on him. The thought of missing her twice in one night plummets his mood to the earth's core. He drags himself back to his room.

His bed was calling, but all he wanted to do was make her smile one time tonight before he closed his eyes.

-8-

He lazily slides his room door open. His head hanging low, Soma flicks on the light switch.

He blinks.

He backs out of the threshold to check the room number. It's his room, all right. His head creaks back into his room, and he blinks again… And again and again. He's so tired, his mind's playing tricks on him. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth as he questions if he's hallucinating.

"N-Nakiri?" Erina Nakiri sits atop his twin bed; legs crossed like sharp knives, arms wrapped in a tight ribbon, face screwed sour—opposite a very available and spacious couch.

"Where have you been, Yukihira?" She demands. Her voice is steel.

"O-Oh…I-" He stutters for more words. Quite frankly, any word would do, but his brain is still playing catch up to the reality of Erina in his bedroom looking good enough to eat, wearing a pink silk pajama shorts set that left little to the imagination. There was something more intimate about her being there than in Room 303. Maybe it's the scared look peering at him. Maybe it's because the stakes feel higher since arriving in Hokkaido. Perhaps it was because this was all an adventure to him until he noticed her at dinner tonight, among all the carefree chatter, lost in a panicked daze.

She almost hid it well, too, but Soma's been paying closer attention. Like Hisako, he's recently been learning to read Erina like his favorite cookbook. He understands this trip is not a fun adventure for her but a descent into Hell. He can feel it in the air; she needs to be comforted.

He swallows his arousal. Hard.

"I-I lost track of time playing cards with my dormmates," he shyly admits, scratching his head like an idiot.

"So, you forgot about me." The scowl on Erina's face could sink a thousand ships at sea. Right now, it's making Soma buckle at the knees.

"Huh? No!" He doesn't know why he says, "You should've come! Miss Secretary and Nakiri Number Two were there!" But judging by the adorably rancid expression on Erina's face, he shouldn't have. Soma approaches her, but Erina silently gets up and moves to the couch. She rests her elbow on the armrest, her chin piercing her clenched fist, and stares out the scenic window.

Aw, damn. She is upset.

Soma doubles back to close the door and flicks off the room light. Erina sprawls her legs along the length of the couch as if to signal that he can't sit with her. He smirks; he can see her pouting expression through the windowpane. He slips out of his shoes and moves closer. He softly kisses the crown of her head and lingers, taking in its sweet aroma. Erina stiffens; her skin tingles beneath his warm, rough touch as he gently lifts her top leg and slowly descends between her lap. Closing his eyes, Soma's mind melts into Erina's secret garden, inhaling her soothing scent—that warm vanilla and light honeysuckle fragrance he loved to savor.

The steady rhythm of his breathing pattern slows into a slumbering tempo, brushing against her smooth skin. At first, Erina doesn't remove her glare from the window. She can't bring herself to, for fear of discovering his touch and laying figure are but figments of her imagination. But it's the deep pressure from his body weight as his heart thrums against her thigh that makes her accept that this moment is real. Because she can feel herself breathe again.

Cautiously, Erina looks upon the reckless boy who snatched her heart too swiftly. How could he be so pesky when the sun was up yet so comforting when the moon took her throne? Erina did not understand. Still, with each passing night, Soma was becoming beautiful to her.

She stares at his wild hair and lets a small smile creep through. She's been waiting all day for this moment in time.

As reckless and wild as Soma Yukihira is in front of people, it's been fascinating to see how calm and peaceful he becomes when they are alone. She likes that. She needs it. His reassuring presence makes her feel safe enough to be soft—as if none of her future worries matter or can compare to the peace they share. Soma's company has also made the venomous voices in her head turn into stone. For that alone, as independently wealthy as she is, Erina owes him an outstanding debt she knows she can never repay.

She gingerly runs her fingers through his hair, from scalp to end, teasing her digits through his split ends. He smells of a busy kitchen, smoked bacon, and stale sweat, but she doesn't care one bit. He needs a haircut, his scratchy socks itch her smooth ankles, and he's much due for a shower, but she doesn't mind at all. She fights her feelings, but only during the day.

His heartbeat steadily flutters between her legs, and before she knows it, Erina has entered a meditative state, stroking the hair of the boy she has a crush on and gazing into the glittering night landscape. New snowfall begins sticking to the glass, freezing the silence that belongs to them alone. Neither of them knows what they are to the other, but the recent pivot in their dynamic has long been sparked and slowly burning.

The kindling of a fire-and-ice love story.

-8-

Minutes pass like grains of sand in an hourglass. Soma stirs in Erina's lap. Her heart clenches the tendons around her breastbone. Still fast asleep, he takes her frozen hand from his hair and wraps it around his shoulder like a hug. He gives her hand a light kiss and then nestles deeper into her lap, wrapping his other arm around the thigh he's using as a pillow. He leaves her quite charmed. She doesn't know what to do; he's still sleeping and won't let her hand go. She fans at the beads of sweat pricking her forehead. She looks out the window to slow her heart rate.

'Never let him see you sweat.'

Soma rolls over. "Hey," he whispers through a sleepy smile, wiping sweat off her temple. She looks down at him—her stomach somersaults from the two molten gold orbs staring back at her. Even in the dark, they glow, penetrating her soul.

"Hi," she softly greets back. Erina has no idea, but Soma's heart quickens in its cage when those intense, bejeweled eyes lock onto him. He's drowning in the deep that is Erina Nakiri.

"How was dinner? I prepared the Hokkaido potatoes just like you taught us."

Erina doesn't skip a beat. "Disgusting."

She waits for a fight. Instead, Soma grins at her antagonism and brushes a stray hair from her long eyelashes.

"I'm happy to see you. I came to your train car earlier—twice, in fact. I was disappointed to find you weren't there." Erina stares at him, unable to reconcile how easily he reveals his mind to her and responds to her attitude with more grace than she ever extends his way. He was always so clear, even while hugging her shadows.

"I thought you fell asleep already or were mad at me."

"I was mad at you," she admits.

"Yeah, I figured."

Well, that's a shocker! "How so?" She asks with suspicious eyes.

"'Cuz I know you've gotten used to this little nightcap ritual we got goin' on," Soma smugly replies. She rolls her eyes but never takes them off him. Erina, you could lose yourself in this boy if you're not careful. He speaks again.

"Y'know, I've been thinking…" He pops up, and it makes her eyebrow instinctively raise. Erina sits up, too.

"About?"

An innocent expression takes over his face. "Whenever you're lecturing in your professor outfits, it reminds me of the mundane Halloween costume you wore to my birthday party."
Her mind drifts back to a month ago, though it feels like a lifetime. A tiny blush pokes through her tough façade. "Listen, I did my best, Yukihira-"

Soma shakes his head and moves into her face but stops at her ear, cupping the right side of her face. Her heart skips stones.
"It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, Nakiri." The flesh between her thighs moistens from his low voice in her ear. His signature levity returns, "And, the only reason I come to your sessions!"

She wants to protest his dirty insinuation to keep up appearances, but he pulls back and looks her dead in the eye. She reads his sincerity. "I'm sorry I got caught up goofing off with our friends." The side of her head is still in the palm of his hand. He caresses her sideburns with his thumb like she's his most cherished possession. She shakes the lustful sensations out of her mind and scoffs, feigning indifference.

"Yukihira, it wouldn't be you if you weren't goofing off."

"Oh, so you think you know me?" He cheekily raises an eyebrow.

Erina flips her hair in his face, smirking. She shrugs and responds, "I'm intuitive."

"Mmm…" Soma nods, laying across her lap again with his arms behind his head. "So, what else do you know about me, Nakiri?"

Erina scrunches her nose up. Her expression looks adorable from Soma's point of view. "Well, for starters? You are in desperate need of a shower, Soma Yukihira."
Soma looks down at his stained Restaurant Yukihira uniform shirt, checks his pits, and laughs. "Whew! You're right about that!"

"I'm right about everything."

"Is that so?" He flashes his signature devilish grin.

"Yukihira…" She warns. He turns to face her and pulls his arm up to her nose.

"Smell my pits."

Well, that was unexpected. The heiress frowns, her God Tongue already gagging at the phantom taste. How quickly this numbskull could ruin a romantic vibe! That isn't what happens in any of her romance manga.

"WHAT?! Ew! Gross! No, absolutely not!"

"C'mon! Let's see if that God Tongue of yours extends to your nose. Smell my pits and tell me what you see!"

"Of course it does, you dolt. How else does a chef know when her dish is ready?"

"I don't know." He shrugs."By taste? So, come on then, take a whiff and a lick!"

"Yukihira, I said no!" She giggles. "Get your smelly pits away from me!"

"Then gimme a kiss."

Erina stills. The air thins between them. They stare nose to nose, feeling the other's raspy breaths. When she says nothing, eyeing her mouth, Soma continues.
"Then, can I kiss you?" His gaze darts up, looking for her answer.

Erina slowly nods.
Soma closes the distance.
Their lips brush. It's a delicate touch; they almost can't feel it. So they pull in closer.

His door slides open.

"Soma-kun! I just came to ensure you-" Two heads snap toward the disturbance. "O-Oh! Pardon me! So-so-sorry!" Megumi sputters and rushes to slam the door shut.

"Fuck!" Soma says under his breath—a shadow of self-consciousness hovers over Erina's face.

"I should go."

Suddenly hyperaware of the optics, Erina tries to slide from under Soma's pinning hold. She's just realizing his arm is gripping her waist.

"Nakiri," Soma hears his plea before he can stop himself. "Please, stay." He presses his forehead onto hers and lifts her chin, trying to recapture the moment that was just interrupted. But she shakes her head.

"I shouldn't. It's late enough, and Tadokoro just saw us…"

"She's super chill, I promise. She won't tell a soul." They let a beat of silence keep them together. "But, okay," Soma says, resigned. He stands up and holds his hand out. Erina takes it.

"Thank you for the time, and good night, Yukihira."

"Goodnight, Nakiri. Rest up. We need our fearless leader more than ever tomorrow," he genuinely replies, his carefree smile returning. Erina blushes, hesitating to get up before finally taking her leave.

As soon as the door clicks shut, Soma is punching the air with fistfuls of teenage angst and pent-up arousal. Fuuuuuck! He crashes to his bed and glowers at the ceiling. He can still smell her lingering scent on his sheets. He grabs at his bedsheets; he just wants to hold her. Dammit all to hell! Why did Megumi have to barge right then?! He wasn't upset with her and didn't care about being caught; he had nothing to hide, but it was a moment he knew would never come again. The odds of lying between Erina's legs and kissing her supple lips were like catching lightning in a bottle. He wouldn't get the same chance twice.

He takes off his clothes and enters the adjoining lavatory. Still grumbling at the missed opportunity, he hops in the shower, craving Erina's playful fingers in his hair.
And in desperate need of a cold shower.

-8-

"Goodnight, Nakiri. Rest up. We need our fearless leader more than ever tomorrow."

Erina makes it back to her private car, flushed with distress. Her mind's eye drifts back to the quiet space and time she'd just shared with the boy she wasn't ready to admit she was more than crushing on. She can still smell his lingering scent on her night set. She eyes the clock—a quarter-past one. She won't sleep tonight because Soma keeps the nightmares at bay.

She lets out a guttural groan of teenage angst and pent-up feelings and plops onto her bed. The plush king mattress, albeit infinitely smaller than her bed at home, welcomes her. Oh, how she misses her California king-sized bed. It's been a month since she laid in it—the longest she'd ever been away from home. She was grateful to be a houseguest, but the old, springy dorm beds in the Polar Star dormitory were basically torture devices. Even the couch cushions in Soma's coach roomette were softer than those floorboards posing as mattresses.

But not softer than she felt under his touch.
The few times Soma has held her, it has felt like she could never fall. Erina rubs the thigh he wrapped his strong arms around and stares at the hand he tenderly kissed a mere hour ago. His phantom fingers could still be felt when she closed her eyes.

Why did Tadokoro have to barge in right then?! She wasn't supposed to see what she did.

But Erina did want to kiss Soma.
She still thought about the tingling sensations her tongue and body felt the first time she kissed him. His kisses were smooth and firm, and his lips embraced hers without fear. Tonight, she was just nervous. It seemed she was always nervous around him nowadays. So she was happy he took the lead, just like the male love interest in her favorite manga. What more could she want?

The voices in her head begin stirring from their Soma-induced stupor with groggy, unwelcome answers. Afraid of being subjected to their scathing commentary once more, Erina flips over to scream into her pillow. She beats her legs and fists into her mattress with frustration.

She should've stayed.

-8-

Soma Yukihira walks out of the lavatory wrapped in a towel from the waist down with frizzy, damp hair covering his forehead in desperate need of a haircut. It's nearly two in the morning. He sighs, heading to bed.

Three light raps on a sleeper roomette's door go answered.

He opens the door, stunned to see her. Her demeanor is coy when she looks up at him. A flash of lightning strikes Soma's heart.

"On second thought, can I sleep here tonight instead?" Erina's eyes twinkle like the first snowflake of winter. Her cheeks redden as her heart skips when he only responds by slicking his damp, overgrown hair out of his eyes. He can only nod and step aside to let her in.

The ice around her heart thaws into a flowing river, and her mind quietens as she steps through the threshold with a soft smile.
For Soma's part, he couldn't stop his joy from reaching his eyes even if he tried.
So, he doesn't as she takes his hand and leads them back to his cramped twin-sized bed.

a/n: well, that was a fun ride with Soma and Erina. wanna see where their love story begins in my SYuniverse? check out Twin Flame: Soma's Story! if you'd like to see how it's going, you should read Comfort Food!

for my consistent readers, i hid some easter eggs from/for both in this one-shot (bc i love mischief).

[for new readers: we have not reached this part in TF:SS yet, so if, after reading this, you speed through to its current chapter, don't be alarmed!]

thank you to the legendary zancrowe for coordinating this anthology and to the rest of my fellow collaborators for being an awesome and inspired group to create with/celebrate a decade of this fandom on ffnet! stick around for the next one-shot from frozen-wave! (you're in for quite the bon appetit treat!)

-You're Welcome!-

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