[It's about ten minutes later that Akira finds his way to the clinic. He'd been close-by already, and beyond that, he's been frantic since he heard about the shop burning down and Haru getting injured.
He steps into her room silently, holding a thermos of a steaming liquid.]
...Kinda ridiculous to be asking me that, don't you think?
[Still, he returns the smile, even as he tries to conceal the worry on his face at her injuries. It's rather plain to see. But... he also knows Haru is one of the strongest people he knows, and that she wouldn't want him to fret.]
I'm guessing I should probably see the other guy, right?
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Be careful. I don't know how safe the streets are right now.
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[Finding bombs, defusing fights, getting threatened... That probably doesn't make Haru feel any better though.]
I'll be careful. I promise.
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All right.
I'll see you soon.
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He steps into her room silently, holding a thermos of a steaming liquid.]
...I got you Matcha.
[When did he get the time?]
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[ Never mind. She's heavily bandaged, curls still bearing some traces of singe, but she smiles to see him. ]
... Thank you, Akira-kun. Were you okay, coming here?
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[Still, he returns the smile, even as he tries to conceal the worry on his face at her injuries. It's rather plain to see. But... he also knows Haru is one of the strongest people he knows, and that she wouldn't want him to fret.]
I'm guessing I should probably see the other guy, right?