Location: Hero Public Safety Commission – President's Office
Date: Friday | 09:00 AM
BEEP.
The large flat-screen TV on the wall turned on.
["...exclusive cell phone footage from yesterday's massive villain attack at the Fukuoka docks!"] a morning news anchor said loudly. ["If you are just tuning in, it was total chaos at Pier 4. A mysterious, four-armed giant completely wiped out a local police raid. But thankfully, the Winged Hero was in the area."]
The screen cut to footage taken from a news helicopter. It showed the ruined pier and smashed shipping crates.
["Hawks reportedly saved thirteen local police officers from being crushed before the backup even arrived,"] the anchor continued. ["But that wasn't even the craziest part. Look at this video taken by a middle school student on a detoured field trip."]
The video switched to a shaky cell phone camera.
A heavy cloud of dark red gas was rolling right toward the bus windows. Kids were screaming in the background.
WHOOSH.
A massive gust of wind slammed into the frame. It blew the toxic gas completely away from the bus and far out over the ocean.
The camera panned over. It zoomed in on Hawks. He was kneeling on the concrete, panting hard, with his massive red wings spread wide.
The middle school kids in the video went absolutely crazy, cheering his name.
CLICK.
The Madam President pressed the remote and paused the TV right on Hawks' face.
She leaned back in her expensive leather chair and took a sip of her coffee.
She smiled. A real, genuine smile.
"So, how are the numbers looking this morning, Mera?" she asked.
Mera stood near the office door. He had heavy dark bags under his eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week. He rubbed his face and looked down at his tablet.
"They are completely off the charts, ma'am," Mera sighed, sounding exhausted. "He is trending at number one nationwide on every single social media platform. The hashtag 'Winged Savior' is basically breaking the internet."
"Of course it is," the President nodded. "The public loves a flashy rescue. Catching a smuggler is fine, but shielding a bus full of kids from toxic gas? That makes you a national hero."
Mera swiped on his tablet, pulling up a different document.
"It's not just the internet," Mera added. "The Fukuoka Police Chief just sent us a formal letter of gratitude. Since Hawks saved his entire police team, the chief is practically calling him the savior of the city. He wants to throw a medal ceremony."
The President set her coffee mug down on the desk. Her smile faded into a serious, business-like look.
"Don't just sit on this, Mera. Let's fuel the fire," she ordered. "Tell the PR department to pour money into the algorithms. I want that bus video boosted on every feed. Send copies of the Police Chief's letter to all the major newspapers, and secure prime-time television slots for the story tonight."
Mera blinked, tapping his tablet to take notes. "Pushing it that hard? We usually wait for the hype to settle."
"Not this time," the President said flatly. "This is exactly what we need to push him out of the 'rising star' category. I want him in the Top 10 Billboard ranks by the end of the year."
Mera nodded slowly. He tucked the tablet under his arm.
"I'll get it done," Mera said. He hesitated for a second. "But... the board members are still complaining this morning."
"Let me guess," the President rolled her eyes. "They are still crying about Kaito Arisaka?"
"Yeah," Mera rubbed the back of his neck. "They're just annoyed. They really wanted the Golden Manager working directly for us. The executives hate that a guy this good is walking around independent, making our best agent look amazing without answering to the Commission."
"Those executives are greedy idiots," the President scoffed. "They only care about owning people."
She pointed at the paused image of Hawks on the TV screen.
"Look at the results, Mera," she said. "We don't own Arisaka, and we don't have to. He is taking our sharpest weapon and polishing him into a beloved, top-tier public figure. And he's doing it on his own time."
She picked up her coffee mug again.
"My order stands," the President said firmly. "Zero interference. No handlers, no mandatory check-ins, no micromanaging. You tell the board to keep their hands off the Hawks Agency. Let Arisaka finish his three-month contract in peace."
"Understood," Mera said, turning toward the door. "I'll go handle the PR team."
"Good," the President said, turning the TV back on. "Let's make him a superstar."
_-_-_-_-_-_-_
Location: Hawks Agency – Underground Gym
Date: Wednesday | 02:00 PM (One Month Later)
BEEP.
"Pull!" Bip yelled over the gym intercom.
Five heavy clay targets shot out from the wall machines. They flew fast across the massive underground room, scattering in different directions.
Keigo didn't even blink. He hovered casually in the center of the gym. He just swiped his hand through the air.
SWISH.
Dozens of red feathers darted off his wings.
They didn't fly blindly like they used to. They tracked the targets perfectly, slicing all five clay disks into dust in a split second.
"Nice scatter, Boss!" Bip cheered from the control booth. "Alright, heavy armor incoming!"
CLANK.
A thick, reinforced steel plate dropped from the ceiling on a heavy chain. It swung back and forth.
Keigo brought his fingers together. Five of his thickest primary feathers lined up in a tight row, riding right behind each other's wind wake.
FWOOSH.
The feathers shot forward like a single red spear.
BANG.
They punched a clean hole right through the center of the solid steel plate.
"Whoa!" Wave yelled from the sidelines, clapping her hands. "That went straight through!"
"Yeah, but you guys are paying for the new plates!" Bip laughed over the speakers.
Keigo grinned and dropped down to the gym floor. His boots hit the padded mat. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a black tank top, completely drenched in sweat.
Wave jogged over and tossed him a white towel. She handed him a cold sports drink.
"Drink up, Boss," Wave said, looking at the tablet in her other hand. "Your heart rate is looking good. The feather recovery time is way faster than last month, too."
"Thanks," Keigo panted. He wiped his face with the towel and chugged half the bottle in one go. "I feel pretty good about the offense. Those piercing shots are basically muscle memory now."
Kaito walked over. He had his hands in his pockets. He looked up at the ruined steel plate hanging from the ceiling.
"The offense is solid," Kaito said, giving a rare, small nod. "You've got the scatter and the piercing down. But that's the easy part."
Keigo groaned. He dropped the towel around his neck.
"Come on, man," Keigo complained. "My brain is completely fried."
Kaito pointed at the air around Keigo.
There were about two hundred tiny, microscopic down feathers just floating there.
They formed a permanent two-meter circle around him. They weren't attacking anything. They were just hovering.
"You've been practicing the automated defense for weeks," Kaito said. "It's time to cross the finish line."
Keigo rubbed his temples.
"Leaving hundreds of feathers just floating around me all day takes so much focus," Keigo sighed. "It gives me a massive headache. Do I really need this? I'm already one of the fastest guys in the country. I can dodge basically anything they throw at me."
Kaito didn't yell. He just looked Keigo right in the eyes.
"You can't dodge what you can't see," Kaito said flatly. "Think back to the docks last month. Think about the giant ripping his arm off. Think about the black mist."
Keigo stopped rubbing his head. The joking mood disappeared.
"The villains have warp type quirks or even teleportation types now," Kaito reminded him. "Being fast means absolutely nothing if a portal opens up an inch behind the back of your head and someone stabs you in the neck. You need a sensor field. If something enters that two-meter zone, those floating feathers will detect the air pressure shift and clump together to block it. You won't even have to look."
"....."
Keigo stared at the floor. He knew Kaito was right. The villains were playing a totally different game now. If he got lazy, he was going to end up in a body bag.
Keigo took a deep breath. He tossed his empty water bottle to Wave.
"Alright," Keigo said. He rolled his shoulders and looked up at the control booth. "Bip! Turn the tennis ball machines on! Crank the speed all the way up to maximum!"
"You sure, Boss?" Bip asked over the intercom. "Max speed is gonna leave a serious bruise."
"Just do it!" Keigo yelled back.
He stepped back into the center of the mat. He closed his eyes.
He stopped trying to actively control the tiny feathers around him. He let go of the tension. He just let them float and trusted the system.
THWACK.
THWACK.
Two tennis balls shot out from the wall machines at blinding speed. They flew straight at the back of Keigo's head and his lower left blind spot.
Keigo didn't move a single muscle.
SWISH.
The floating feathers suddenly snapped together on their own. They formed tiny, dense red shields exactly where the balls were going to hit.
BUMP.
BUMP.
Both tennis balls bounced harmlessly off the feathers and rolled across the floor.
Keigo slowly opened his eyes. He let out a long breath. He looked at Kaito and smirked.
"Okay," Keigo said, wiping sweat from his chin. "I got it."
_-_-_-_-_-_
Location: Dr. Garaki's Underground Lab
Date: Thursday | 11:30 PM
BLUB.
BLUB.
Thick green liquid bubbled loudly inside the massive glass tank.
Mario Kugutsu floated in the center of the dark tank with an oxygen mask strapped over his face. He was completely unconscious.
His body was covered in fresh scars. But the biggest change was his top right shoulder.
Where he had violently ripped his own arm off a month ago, a massive, jet-black arm was surgically attached. It was way thicker than his normal arms.
The skin looked like tough leather, and thick veins bulged underneath.
It was a Nomu arm.
"His heart rate is solid," Dr. Garaki said, tapping the glass with a pen. He had a huge, creepy grin on his face. "The graft is holding up perfectly."
Kurogiri stood quietly in the corner of the lab.
"He is very lucky I found him at the docks," Kurogiri said, his deep voice echoing slightly. "He was bleeding out fast."
"Oh, he's a tough guy," Garaki laughed a raspy laugh. "Normally, sticking Nomu tissue onto a regular guy just fries their brain. The body rejects it. But Mario is a special case."
Garaki pointed his pen at the tank.
"His quirk forces his body to rapidly grow extra arms and mutate," Garaki explained, geeking out over the biology. "Because of that, his cells are super flexible. His body just accepted the dead Nomu tissue like it was his own."
BEEP.
A large television screen on the wall suddenly flickered on.
Garaki immediately stopped laughing. He stood up straight and bowed his head deeply. Kurogiri did the same.
"Doctor," a calm, deep voice spoke from the speakers.
"Master," Garaki said respectfully. "The surgery is a complete success."
"Excellent work, Doctor," All For One replied. He sounded warm, polite, and deeply patronizing, like a proud father. "Let us wake our friend up."
Garaki reached over and pressed a red button on his control desk.
PSSH.
The green liquid rapidly drained out of the tank through the floor grates. The heavy glass door hissed open.
Mario stepped out onto the cold metal floor. He pulled the oxygen mask off his face and took a deep breath of real air.
He looked down at his own body. He flexed his three normal hands. Then, he looked at his top right shoulder. He stared at the massive black grafted arm.
He didn't freak out. He actually smiled.
"Doc," Mario grunted, cracking his neck. He looked up at the TV screen. "And the boss. Thanks for the save. I really owe you."
"Ah, Mario. It is so wonderful to see you awake," All For One said kindly. "You took quite a beating out there."
"Yeah," Mario scowled, remembering the docks. "That winged guy kept running away and throwing feathers. Pissed me off."
"I know," All For One said softly. "Speed is a very annoying thing to fight. That is why I brought you a gift to level the playing field."
Mario raised his black Nomu arm. It felt incredibly heavy, but the muscles moved perfectly when he flexed them.
"Try to squeeze your black fingertips," Garaki instructed from the desk.
Mario focused. He squeezed the muscles in the new Nomu hand.
SNIKT.
Five incredibly thin, almost invisible strings shot out from the tips of his black fingers. They crossed the room in a flash, hit a heavy metal medical table, and stuck to it tight.
Mario pulled his arm back.
SCREEECH.
The invisible strings sliced clean through the thick metal table like butter.
The table fell into pieces and clattered loudly onto the floor.
Mario's eyes went wide. He looked at his black hand in pure shock.
"It's a quirk called Micro-Silk," All For One explained calmly. "Razor-sharp, highly durable strings. I wired that quirk directly into the thick nervous system of the Nomu arm. It reacts the exact second you think about it. No delay."
"Hehe-hahaha"
Mario started laughing. It wasn't a normal laugh. It was loud, crazy, and completely sadistic.
He shot the invisible strings at the ceiling, pulled himself up, and landed perfectly on a metal beam high above the lab floor.
"Oh, man," Mario grinned down at them. "I can rip that little bird to shreds with this."
All For One chuckled softly with him over the speakers.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" All For One said. "But let us be smart about this, Mario. You don't need to act like a street brawler anymore."
Mario crouched on the beam, listening closely.
"Why chase a fast hero around?" All For One asked politely. "You have the strings now. Just use that arm to secretly build an invisible razor-wire web across the entire street before he even arrives. Let him fly right into his own cage."
Mario's grin got even wider.
"Use your three normal arms to punch and defend," All For One suggested. "Use the Nomu arm strictly to pull. Catch him in just one string, and yank him right into your fists."
"I like the sound of that," Mario said.
"And do not forget your ultimate trick," All For One reminded him gently. "If you inject the Trigger drug and grow fifteen feet tall, that Nomu arm will grow right along with you. Those tiny invisible strings will turn into massive, unbreakable steel cables."
Mario dropped down from the beam, landing heavily on his feet. He clenched all four of his fists.
"Go down to the training room, Mario," All For One said warmly. "Spend the next month playing with your new toys. Get used to the web."
"You got it, Boss," Mario smirked, walking toward the heavy metal door. "I'm gonna be ready for the rematch."
_-_-_-_-_-_
Location: Endeavor Agency – Top Floor Office
Date: Sunday | 08:00 PM
BEEP.
Burnin pointed the remote at the wall monitor and turned the screen off. The final credits for episode twelve of "Keeping Up with the Todorokis" disappeared.
She looked down at her glowing tablet, swiping through the live data feeds. She had a huge grin on her face.
"The ratings are locked in, Boss," Burnin said, looking up. "The season finale broke every single streaming record we had. The PR team is going crazy right now."
Endeavor sat behind his heavy stone desk. He was wearing his casual martial arts gi.
"And the Billboard rankings?" Endeavor asked. His deep voice rumbled in the quiet office.
Burnin walked over and set the tablet right in front of him.
"Look for yourself," she smirked. "You are officially tied for the Number Two spot. Dead even with Best Jeanist."
Endeavor looked at the numbers. He grunted softly and leaned back in his chair.
"Of course it's a tie," Endeavor muttered. "Best Jeanist contracted him first. That manager optimized both of our agencies. It's just a proxy war now."
"Arisaka definitely knows how to play the game," Burnin agreed. She grabbed her empty coffee cup from the desk.
Endeavor crossed his massive arms.
"Where is Arisaka right now?" Endeavor asked. "Did he take on another Top 10 agency?"
Burnin shook her head. She pulled out her phone and checked her messages.
"Nope," Burnin said. "Haruka told me he went to Kyushu a month ago. He signed a contract with a nineteen-year-old kid. That rising pro hero, Hawks."
Endeavor's eyes narrowed slightly.
"A nineteen-year-old," Endeavor repeated quietly. He understood the move perfectly. "He finished fixing the veterans. Now he is building the next generation from scratch."
Burnin walked over to a filing cabinet in the corner of the room.
She opened the top drawer and pulled out a thick, heavy yellow folder.
THUD.
She dropped the folder onto Endeavor's desk.
"Arisaka left this with Haruka before he went there," Burnin said. "The quirk analysis you asked for months ago. The one for Shoto you paid millions for."
Endeavor looked at the yellow folder. He placed his large hand flat on top of it.
"Good," Endeavor said. "Go home, Kamiji. The shift is over."
"You got it, Boss. Have a good night," Burnin smiled, turning around and walking out of the office.
_-_-_-_-_
Location: The Todoroki Estate
Date: Sunday | 09:00 PM
SLIDE.
Endeavor pushed the heavy wooden front door open and stepped into the quiet hallway.
He took his shoes off. The house was completely silent.
As he walked down the hall, he reminded himself of his own rules.
'Keep the shield up,' Endeavor thought to himself. 'The cameras aren't here tonight, but the public image requires practice. Stay calm. Play the part of the father. It keeps the ratings high. To become number 1.'
In his mind, he was just doing his job. He thought it was all still an act.
He didn't realize that forcing himself to be quiet and patient for an entire year had actually changed him. He just thought he was being a good pro hero.
He walked past the kitchen.
SIZZLE.
Fuyumi was standing by the stove, cooking some late-night eggs in a frying pan.
Endeavor stopped in the doorway.
"Fuyumi," Endeavor said.
Fuyumi turned around. A year ago, she would have dropped the spatula. She would have stammered and apologized for being in his way.
But tonight, she just looked at him. She didn't look scared.
"Welcome home, Father," Fuyumi smiled softly. "Do you want me to make you a plate?"
"No. I already ate at the agency," Endeavor replied calmly. He didn't turn around and leave immediately like he used to. He stood there for a second. "How was your teaching practicum today?"
"..."
Fuyumi blinked. She instinctively looked over her shoulder, checking the corners of the kitchen ceiling.
There were no cameras. There were no reporters hiding in the house. It was just the two of them.
He was actually asking about her day just to ask.
"It was really good," Fuyumi said, her smile growing a little wider. "The elementary kids are a handful, but I managed to keep them focused during the math lesson."
"Good," Endeavor nodded. "You have always been patient. It suits you."
Step. Step.
Natsuo walked down the stairs and passed by the kitchen door holding a glass of water. He saw his father standing there talking to Fuyumi.
Natsuo stopped for a second. He watched Endeavor just nod and listen. There was no shouting.
There was no heavy heat making the house feel like an oven.
Natsuo didn't say anything. He didn't slam his door or roll his eyes. He just kept walking down the hall quietly.
Fuyumi watched Natsuo walk away. Then she looked back at her father.
She realized it right then. He actually thought he was just pretending for the public. But the monster was really gone.
"I have some reading to do," Endeavor said, turning away. "Have a good night, Fuyumi."
"Good night, Father," she replied warmly.
_-_-_-_-_-_
Endeavor sat down on the tatami mat in the center of his dojo.
He set the heavy yellow folder on the floor in front of him. He flipped the cardboard cover open.
The first page was a direct, blunt letter from Kaito Arisaka.
[Your son's fighting style is lazy,] the letter read. [He treats his ice quirk like a giant cannon. He stands still, shoots a massive glacier, and hopes the enemy doesn't dodge. Against high-level villains, that gets him killed. He needs to use his ice for mobility, defense, and environmental control. Here are the exact training methods.]
Endeavor frowned slightly at the insult, but he kept reading. Arisaka was blunt, but he was always right.
He turned the page. The manual was broken down into four distinct tactical concepts.
[Concept 1: Ambient Freezing.]
[Stop letting him shoot ice from his hands. It is predictable.
Training Method: Have Shoto practice touching the floor instead. Teach him to freeze the ambient moisture in the room itself. This drops the temperature of the entire battlefield instantly, trapping fast targets by their feet before they even realize what hit them.]
Endeavor nodded slowly. That was incredibly smart. It cut off speed-type villains completely.
He looked at the next section.
[Concept 2: Dynamic Weapon Molding.]
[Shooting giant ice walls wastes energy and blocks his own line of sight.
Training Method: Ban giant walls during your sparring sessions. Force Shoto to compress his ice into dense, handheld weapons. Teach him to mold solid lances and heavy shields. This forces him to learn extreme close-quarters combat instead of just hiding behind his ice.]
"Hmm." Endeavor rubbed his chin. He had always told Shoto to make bigger attacks. He never thought to tell him to make smaller, sharper ones.
He flipped to the third page.
[Concept 3: Ice Exoskeleton.]
[Shoto lacks physical defense. A direct hit from a strength-enhancement villain will break his ribs.
Training Method: Teach Shoto to safely lower his surface body temperature. Have him coat his own skin in a dense, highly compressed layer of frost armor. This exoskeleton will allow him to take heavy physical blows without slowing him down.]
Endeavor's eyes widened. Frost armor. It was the perfect counter to physical fights.
Then he flipped to the final page.
[Concept 4: Atmospheric Storm Generation.]
[This is the ultimate potential of the Half-Cold Half-Hot quirk. Do not let him use the sides separately.
Training Method: Instruct Shoto to release extreme heat from his left and extreme cold from his right at the exact same time. By clashing the two temperatures in the open air, he will violently alter the atmospheric pressure. This grants him the ability to literally control the local weather and summon massive blizzards.]
"..."
"..."
Thud.
Endeavor dropped the file onto the mat.
He stared at the paper in total silence. The training methods in this folder were revolutionary.
Arisaka didn't just give him a list of ideas, he handed him the exact blueprint to make Shoto completely untouchable.
If Shoto mastered these four concepts, he wouldn't just surpass All Might. He would be a god on the battlefield.
Kaito Arisaka was a terrifying genius.
Endeavor closed the folder. He stood up from the tatami mat.
He walked over to the wooden sliding door of the dojo and pulled it open. He stepped out into the hallway.
He didn't shout through the walls. He didn't bark orders.
He walked down to the kitchen where Fuyumi was finishing her food.
"Fuyumi," Endeavor said calmly.
She looked up. "Yes, Father?"
"Could you go upstairs and tell Shoto to meet me in the dojo when he has a moment?"
Endeavor asked smoothly. "There is a new training manual I want to sit down and discuss with him."
Fuyumi looked at him. He wasn't demanding it. He wasn't dragging Shoto out of his room. He was just asking to talk.
Fuyumi smiled a bright, genuine smile.
"I'll go tell him right now," she said.
"Tell him this manual focuses entirely on his ice. He will want to read it."
_-_-_-_-_-_
Location: Fukuoka City – Private Yakitori Restaurant
Date: Friday | 08:00 PM (Month Three Time Skip - End of Contract)
"More meat! We need more meat over here!"
Keigo waved a wooden skewer in the air, laughing out loud.
CLATTER.
The waitress smiled, bowed, and set down three more large plates of sizzling grilled chicken on the wooden table.
The private room was loud. The air smelled amazing, full of charcoal smoke and soy sauce.
Keigo grabbed two skewers at once and took a massive bite. He was wearing a loose white hoodie, looking completely relaxed.
"Boss, please," Wave laughed, taking a sip of her soda. "Chew your food. You're gonna choke."
"I'm a growing boy," Keigo said with his mouth full. "I need protein."
Bip grabbed a skewer for himself and pointed it at Keigo.
"You just like free stuff," Bip joked. "Since Kaito is paying the bill tonight, you're trying to eat the whole kitchen."
Kaito sat across from them.
He had taken his suit jacket off. His tie was loose, and the sleeves of his black dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows.
He held a glass of cold water and had a plate of his own in front of him.
"Let him eat," Kaito smirked, taking a piece of chicken. "He burned a lot of calories getting hit in the head with tennis balls today."
"Hey! I blocked almost all of them!" Keigo argued, looking offended.
Wave and Bip busted out laughing.
Kaito smiled and looked at the two sidekicks.
"You two did good," Kaito said. His voice was warm and genuine. "Three months ago, you guys were sitting in an empty, dusty office trying to figure out what to do. Now you are running the best control room in Kyushu. I trust you both to watch his back."
Wave sat up a little straighter. Bip smiled proudly.
"We got him, Manager," Wave said seriously. "Nobody is sneaking up on the boss on our watch."
Keigo swallowed his food and wiped his mouth with a paper napkin.
He leaned his elbows on the table. The joking attitude slowly faded from his face, replaced by something much more sincere.
"Seriously though," Keigo said, looking right at Kaito. "Thanks, man."
"....."
The table quieted down a bit.
"When the President gave me the green light to open this agency, the expectations were insanely high," Keigo admitted. "I had to prove I could handle the spotlight and actually lead. You didn't just boost my rating numbers to keep the Commission happy."
Keigo picked up his glass.
"You taught me how to actually fight better," Keigo said. "With the way these villains are mutating and using unexpected quirks... I probably would have gotten myself beaten out there if you didn't force me to slow down and build that automated defense."
Kaito set his glass down. He looked back at Keigo.
"You put the work in, Keigo," Kaito said honestly. "I just gave you the plan. You're the one who had to bleed in the gym to make it happen. You earned your spot on the charts."
Kaito grabbed the small leather bill folder from the edge of the table.
"And I'm paying this bill right now before you order another twenty plates and bankrupt me," Kaito joked.
"Haha, that's it. Order up"
Keigo laughed loudly, leaning back in his chair.
A few minutes later, they all stood up to leave.
Kaito grabbed his suit jacket. He held his hand out.
Dap.
Keigo grabbed it. They shared a firm, real handshake.
It was pure mutual respect between two guys.
"I'll see you at the top, Kaito," Keigo smiled.
"Don't fall behind," Kaito replied.
SLIDE.
Kaito pulled the wooden door open and stepped out of the restaurant into the cool night air of Fukuoka.
He walked down the street alone.
He pulled out his phone. The three-month contract was officially finished.
The Hawks Agency was a massive success. Money was rolling in his bank account once again.
Kaito checked his messages.
He saw a text from Makoto about the Naruhata patrols, and a news alert about Endeavor's rising numbers.
Kaito smiled slightly and put the phone back in his pocket. It was time to head back home.
"It is a good three months. Time really flies so fast."
_-_-_-_
[A/n]
First off, thank you to everyone for your patience and support! The whole water pipe disaster at my house is finally fixed. It took a lot of time, energy, and money, and I am absolutely exhausted, but we survived it.
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