I’ll keep wandering this line Between the past and the present

“Yeah? Yeah?”

“We’re curious? I mean…did he have someone he liked?”

“…” If he had been, it hadn’t been Micchi himself, he knows that much. Well, that is nothing to dwell upon, but… “Kouta-san never really talked about girls. Sorry.”

She sweatdropped. “Well…what about guys?”

Micchi’s blush deepened and he shrugged again, glancing away.

“I’ll take that as an ‘I have no idea.’”

“Ehh…well was there any people that Kouta hung out with? Ack no that’s probably being too deep.”

"Why would I have an idea? I mean, I..." "He hung out with *us*." With *me*, he wanted to add. He didn't.

“Yeah? Yeah?”

“We’re curious? I mean…did he have someone he liked?”

“…” If he had been, it hadn’t been Micchi himself, he knows that much. Well, that is nothing to dwell upon, but… “Kouta-san never really talked about girls. Sorry.”

She sweatdropped. “Well…what about guys?”

Micchi's blush deepened and he shrugged again, glancing away.

“Yeah? Yeah?”

“We’re curious? I mean…did he have someone he liked?”

"..." If he had been, it hadn't been Micchi himself, he knows that much. Well, that is nothing to dwell upon, but... "Kouta-san never really talked about girls. Sorry."

“What? About Kouta? Naww…”

“R-Right! We weren’t talking about Kouta-san at all!”

“Huh. O–okay, then.” Somehow, he doesn’t look convinced.

Awkward laughter.

“Uhhh…hey Micchi…did Kouta have…uhh…any preferences?”

His face flushes a deep red and he stutters for a moment. "Kou--Kou--Kouta-san?! He... I mean, he.... I..."

“What? About Kouta? Naww…”

“R-Right! We weren’t talking about Kouta-san at all!”

“Huh. O--okay, then.” Somehow, he doesn’t look convinced.

“Maybe, but I’m not gonna be the one to ask him…”

She turned red. “I-I’m no way in heck gonna ask either!”

“And if we ask Kaito, he’ll probably try and kill us!”

“…Ask what? What are you two talking about?”

“Uhhh…Hey Micchi!”

She looks panicked. “Uh…we weren’t talkin’ bout anything…big…”

"Miyake-chan... Hi. Um..." He looks between the two of them. "D--did I hear you talk about Kouta-san?"

"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, MICCHI!" She sputters out.

“What’s going on?”

“Maybe, but I’m not gonna be the one to ask him…”

She turned red. “I-I’m no way in heck gonna ask either!”

“And if we ask Kaito, he’ll probably try and kill us!”

#lol ima tag in with micchi instead of kouta #just because XO

"...Ask what? What are you two talking about?"

With a Song of Victory

“Ah… I’m sorry about that. You have a nice singing voice, though.”

“Oh, thanks! And strangely enough, that’s not the only weird song…do you know a song that goes like, ‘ey ey oh!’?”

Micchi shakes his head. “Uh. I can’t say that I do... Sounds like either a soccer supporter song or some sort of war cry, no?”

With a Song of Victory

“Neither have I… That’s odd. Heh. I’m saying silly stuff, aren’t I? I’m sorry, Hikari-san.”

“I-It’s fine…whatever-your-name-is…”

“…Micchi. Kureshima Mitsuzane. I never introduced myself…?”

“…I don’t think you did…”

"Ah... I'm sorry about that. You have a nice singing voice, though."

With a Song of Victory

“Neither have I… That’s odd. Heh. I’m saying silly stuff, aren’t I? I’m sorry, Hikari-san.”

“I-It’s fine…whatever-your-name-is…”

“...Micchi. Kureshima Mitsuzane. I never introduced myself...?”

With a Song of Victory

”What about it?“

“So–Somehow, it sounds familiar.” He shakes his head, confused.

“Really? Well…I can’t explain it, but suddenly, it…popped in my head. I’ve never heard it before…”

“Neither have I... That’s odd. Heh. I’m saying silly stuff, aren’t I? I’m sorry, Hikari-san.”

With a Song of Victory

”What about it?“

“So--Somehow, it sounds familiar.” He shakes his head, confused.

With a Song of Victory

”Oretachi ga saikyou no chikara teniireta to shite-Sonogo ni kono-me ni wa don'na sekai utsuru no ka~?”

“That... That song...?”

First Meeting

“Well…so far I have a couple on my side. Fourze and OOO have offered to assist me. I’m still trying to convince others…but some are hard to reach. Oh…I’m also in touch with Kuuga as well. The truth is I’d like to find more heroes if I can. Oh…I also am allies with the newer one…the one with the cars? Kamen Rider Drive I think his name is.”

She looked up at him. “Your spark is weakened…but if there’s one thing I’ve learned…it can be built back up. No one is pure white…but when the white outweighs the black…then a hero can be born.”

She looked away, sighing. “We all have…things we aren’t proud of.”

#riderdelivery #thread: first meeting

“Oh...” Well, that all sounded well and good, and it was the kind of person he wanted to be. A hero. Like Kouta-san. White outweighing the dark. But could he? Was that even possible? No time for self doubt, because then he’d dig himself too deep and she didn’t deserve that. The world didn’t deserve that, not if such a threat was looming at the horizon. “I do want to help, I can say that much for certain.”

A Nightingale in a Golden Cage

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“I…” She trailed off, sometimes disliking that look he was giving her because she couldn’t read it, and then liking it for the same reason. “I still have a little bit to go before I’m fully recovered. And my health isn’t the only thing I’m lacking in, apparently.”

#!au: fem!Takatora (Natsumi)#thread: Nightingale #spiritmuseinc

“Don’t say that, Nee-san.” It almost surprised Mitsuzane himself how dull his voice sounded. Almost.

“You’re not... I mean... I said some things... I can’t take that back, but...” All you ever did was order me about... I had to fight by myself to protect what I cared about... Because you left me

Yes. Those were words he couldn’t take back. He wondered if Natsumi remembered them. He did. No matter how agitated he had been, he remembered.

“I said some things but... I don’t... I mean... I don’t...” It’s not true anymore, he wanted to say. I want to make it up to you. I want to do something to make this right. I’m sorry I hurt you. All those were things he wanted to say. And he couldn’t get his tongue to work properly.

(Reaction meme) "You're bleeding!" It wasn't meant to be an exclamation, but even a person so used to the sight of blood such as she would be surprised upon seeing a young man clutching and trying to hide a wound under his jacket, which had now began to bloom outwards and leave dark splotches.

The young man in question seemed to be in a hurry as well. His feet were unsteady, like he was perhaps battling waves of vertigo along with the bleeding. Or maybe he was simply disoriented. At first, he didn’t hear her. Or rather, he did, simply didn’t understand that she was addressing him. But the street was a lonely one, and how many injured people really wandered about? He stopped, breathing hard. “Do–Don’t come any closer! You’re… You’re…!”

tempestandtorrent

Probably really weird for a stranger to do this, but…

The redhead continued to walk up to the younger man, stopping to stand right in front of him. “I know you don’t know me, but that really doesn’t matter now.” She continued to talk, partly to keep herself calm–who knew what kind of wounds were under that jacket–and also to try and keep him at least somewhat aware. But for now, he was on his feet. That was good. “What happened here? Will you let me help you staunch that wound?”