#sawakitetsuya

It was time to move his few things to sector oo1 and he still hadn’t popped the question. No, not that question. The other question, the one that still wouldn’t leave his mouth no matter how many times he tried speaking up. For some reason, he was expecting rejection. He wanted Shouichi out of this place with him, so neither of them had to deal with the unsafe surroundings of district epsilon. But to share an apartment, they’d have to share a room, and it seemed more likely that Shouichi would want to request his own in a few days, sectors away where Shouichi couldn’t cook for the two of them too often---

So, Makoto kept stumbling over his words and changing the subject, even as he and Shouichi were carrying small boxes of accumulated things out of his room in Epsilon. “Tsugami-san, er, you don’t have to stay...” he managed to choke out eventually, but an intercom, as blaring as a siren, roared to life with a panicked voice. In shock, Makoto dropped the heavy box he was holding with both hands onto his foot. 

“Agh...” With a grimace, he crouched down to ease the weight on his foot. The intercom carried on, explaining the new situation in the city. “This isn’t a joke, is it...?” he muttered up at the high ceiling.

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The kaizorg was willing to bet something was conspiring against. The scientists? That would be cruel even for them. Though he had gotten hurt much more often since he realized he’d gotten his healing back. He couldn’t help but wonder if something in the universe had made him its plaything.

Still, the kaizorg could not complain all that much. He was able to help people much better now. He didn’t have to worry about waiting too long if he had to take serious injury at any point. Severely weakened or not, he was still a Kamen Rider.

First failure or not, he’d strive to better himself in they way of being a Rider.

Keisuke acted more on instinct than anything. The man had stepped into the street apparently right as a bus had turned a corner. He called out for the man as he ran out to either pull or push him out of the way. Keisuke’s brain helpfully gave him the odds of both actions. Pushing was the best option in making sure he got out of harm’s way the with minimal damage.

So, he pushed. And instead of the civilian getting hit, Keisuke did. Ouch. He could feel the bruises already starting to form from the impact--which was softer than the car, honestly. At least he wasn’t bleeding.

And the bus hadn’t stopped, really. It hadn’t needed to. Keisuke was close enough to an edge to be thrown to the side of the road. Still, his face was definitely bruised. And those would fade rather quickly unless there was something else damaged in the brief impact.

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Deneb liked his baking buddy, or cooking buddy, or whatever he wanted to call Mr. Daikon at the current moment of thought.  Today was a good day to let him know that he was liked, and seeing as Deneb had gotten maybe too much momentum in his run over to his friend, poor Shouichi was tackled to the ground with all the affection afforded to him by an incredibly heavy being made entirely out of sand.  The more he tried to get up the more he just smooshed the person beneath him, and eventually Deneb just scooped him into his arms and rolled over, so that way Shoucihi could get free and make his proper escape while Deneb attempted to stand up.

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He needed to find a way to get Yuuto to eat shiitake.  It was vital that the young man got all his daily servings of vegetables, not to mention all the other food groups, and while there were so many different things for him to choose from Deneb for some reason kept lingering on shiitake.  It just seemed perfect to eat, full of everything Yuuto would need in order to be amazing and protect everyone, but no matter what he did or how he prepared it the young man would never eat it.  Most people would have thought it rude and given up.  Deneb considered it a challenge.  So, as it was, he had a little pocket money from finding coins on the streets that people dropped and he felt that maybe he’d have enough to buy a single vegetable.

With his pockets lighter in this city, there was only so much Makoto could do without trying to cook something for himself. Fortunately, he enjoyed cooking. Unfortunately, he was clumsy at it from start to finish. Maybe it was mostly the product of others’ cooking and being able to speak about it that he really enjoyed, but there wasn’t much that could be done about that now. He had to do his best.

A street in the shopping district was solely dedicated to fresh ingredient stores, and he found his way there the moment he heard about it from someone in the area. He stepped inside a few, glancing at the quality of the wares and the prices to compare to others nearby. So far he hadn’t impulse-bought, but that mainly had to do with how tight his purse strings happened to be. Even if he had to apologize to the store workers, he had to survive for an acceptable amount of time somehow.

Near the end of the street was a store with a familiar set-up, but an unfamiliar look. They appeared to carry mostly fish. Although that hadn’t been his plan for the evening, he stopped and stared at it from several meters away regardless. The store brought back the memory of a moment he’d shared with a friend back home. Makoto didn’t expect anything real to come from the wave of nostalgia, but when he glanced down toward the wares just outside the store, he spotted that familiar face as well.

“Tsugami-san...” he said under his breath, eyes wide at the sight. He didn’t have any reason to believe he would never see faces he recognized here (though he hadn’t seen any yet), so he didn’t doubt the authenticity of it. Shouichi being in the city was an incredible relief.

He considered calling out to his friend at first, but he thought better of it and walked closer without a word. Shouichi was crouched down beside the table, eyes closed, and pinky finger stuck in the mouth of a fresh fish. Makoto wanted to surprise him in the same way that the sight of Shouichi had been his own shock.

He also crouched down beside the table and reached out to mimic Shouichi’s movements. He closed his eyes, mouth curled up slightly, and waited for the other’s discovery of the man beside him. The first time he’d done this had been to try to understand Shouichi’s bizarre approach to buying fish, but this time it was to make their reunion a little more entertaining.