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"Oh oh, I've seen that one!" Kenichi excitedly pointed as Fumika imitated the poses. "I mean, not all of it, but yeah! The Henshin belt has the little song, Sha Be Do Bi TOUCH Henshin!" He pantomimed the turning of Kamen Rider Wizard's belt buckle, then the pose he would make whenever he transformed. "And each element had its own little showtune! Flame, PLEASE! Hii, Hii, HIIHIIHII!" Then he kicked one leg out to the side, holding it in a perfect pose only someone with naturally high physical coordination would have been able to do without training--although, he immediately winced and felt his body tell him that he really shouldn't have done that. "Ugh--but, uh, his Rider Kick actually used the big mecha dragon as his BOOT!" He calmed himself down, slowly planting both feet on the ground in his usual confident stance as he shook his head. "But I don't wanna spoil it for you! Now that I think about it, I should probably pick it back up myself..."

He chuckled, then folded both arms behind his head.

"I always liked Kamen Rider, even the really old ones. You can really see how imaginative they had to be back in the Pre-Quirk days. And now they make it interesting by replacing Quirks with magic, or "spiritual" stuff, or sci-fi." His eyes moved slightly as if he were looking towards the ceiling, the sign of a person recalling a memory. "And my dad was always showing me lots of different stuff, usually American movies, but they still seem to have the same idea, you know? What makes a Hero a Hero. Regardless of Quirks." He looked at Fumika again and although he definitely focused on her response and listened to her piece of the conversation, something nagged at the back of his mind.

He didn't really know what else to say, honestly. Not in terms of the conversation. They could probably talk for hours if they wanted, about movies or manga or classes or music. But...what else could he really [i]say[/i]? He had wanted to come back here to see her again. To make sure she wasn't mad at him, to make sure they were still friends, to...to protect her? Maybe. To be rivals, or fellow classmates firing each other up...to be Heroes, together. Definitely. But...what else was there? He was back now. She didn't hate him. And...now what?

After what he had been through, it kind of seemed like...like there had been a driving force behind him. And he had won, in the end, even if it hurt and even if it left him feeling like he hadn't [i]really[/i] won. But what...what was he [i]getting[/i] out of it? And where did he go from here?

Well, he kind of knew the answer to that. He was going to learn martial arts from...somebody. Somewhere. And he was going to train more, train harder, be better. And of course there'd be so much more to do at school. So...why was he feeling so directionless all of a sudden? Why did he feel like there was something...[i]missing[/i] between Fumika and himself? 

Was it just that he didn't really want to leave? Was that weird to say? That he just wanted to...[i]be[/i] here? 

With her?