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kat8chaPairing: Oshitari/Gakuto, Oishi/Taki, Oishi/Eiji(hints), Tezuka/Oishi(hints), FujiEiji (hints)
Summary: Oishi is a mild mannered reporter in Seigakuopolis. Until he hears someone scream for help that is! Then he becomes Super seme!
Oishi knew this because he had a secret identity as well.
Oishi Syuuichiroh, mild mannered reporter, was really SuperSeme.
....yes. That’s right. SuperSeme. The crime fighting super hero from another world. The Big Blue Boyscout. The man fighting for the rights and freedom of uke’s and seme’s everywhere.
“Yo, egghead!” Oishi turned his head to smile at Taki Haginosuke, his partner in reporting and the love of his life. “How’s the article going?” Taki asked as he sat down on the edge of Oishi’s desk, a cup of coffee held in each hand. Taki handed one over and Oishi took it gratefully.
“Thank you Taki-san.” He stated with a smile that Taki waved off with one hand.
“What sort of partner would I be if I didn’t make sure you were awake?” He asked and peeked at the screen. “Nearly done typing huh?” Taki sipped his coffee and Oishi blushed, typing in another line quickly. “That Yanagisawa-san was pretty hot and heavy stuff ne?” Taki asked, turning one of his brilliant smiles on Oishi, who felt his face flame. “I was kinda sad when he broke that date with me though...”
“Ah.” Oishi felt his blush disappear. When Yanagisawa had appeared in Seigakuopolis Oishi had worried about the strides the playboy had quickly made in winning Taki’s affection. Upon discovering that Yangisawa was Duckman though Oishi felt a little appeased. Especially when Yanagisawa had to cancel a date in order to deal with ‘The Mumbler’ who had come from Rudolphman to Seigakuopolis in the search for his next big diamond heist. ‘The Mumbler’ was renowned for tying his opponents up in grip tape and mumbling them into unconsciousness. He had, on occasion, been known to take grip taped victims back to his lair and sleep with them. The most notable of his victims of course being Kamio Akira, otherwise known as ‘Rhythm’, a sidekick to ‘Monkman’.
Poor Rhythm... it was so sad being trapped in a love triangle between an arch villain and a superhero.
Suddenly Oishi heard a scream somewhere in Seigakuopolis. Turning to look at the window Oishi stood. “Ah, sorry Taki, but I have to go!” He stated and rushed out of the cubicle. Taki, who had actually been in the middle of an amusing anecdote about the waiter at the restaurant and some rich woman paused and scowled.
“Damn you Egghead! You’re always rushing out on me!”
--
SuperSeme flew through the skies of Seigakuopolis, easily honing on in the source of the scream. It seemed there was trouble down by the water dam! Zooming in with his supervision SuperSeme easily spotted the rampaging mutated monster. Speeding up SuperSeme bolted towards the dam to stop the monster before it flooded the city!
Before he could get to the monster though someone got there before him! Two figures appeared, one in pink and the other in sky blue. The pink one wore a mask and on top of his head he seemed to have cat ears, while the sky blue one had wings sprouting from his back and wore a mask too. Oishi hovered, watching in amazement as the two easily defeated the mutated creature and saved the dam. Floating down Oishi watched as the pink one bounced off surface to surface while the blue one floated beside him.
“Nya! Fu... Tsubame look! It’s SuperSeme!” Tsubame nodded his head and turned his face to look at Oishi. The other’s eyes appeared closed but SuperSeme knew the other could see him, he could feel the assessing weight of Tsubame’s gaze.
“I see him Neko-chan.” Tsubame stated lightly. Tsubame’s voice was soft and light, nearly feminine, but SuperSeme didn’t need his x-ray vision to tell him that Tsubame was a man. Tsubame’s lycra jumpsuit told him that already.
“Hoi Hoi! SuperSeme!!!” Neko-chan called out, waving a pink gloved hand. “Stop hovering, come on down and we’ll chat!” Neko-chan smiled happily at him and SuperSeme felt his heartbeat quicken. The others bright orbs glittered behind the mask and SuperSeme found himself struck in a way only Taki had before.
“Welcome to Seigakuopolis.” Oishi greeted, lightly touching down on the top of the dam and standing next to Neko-chan and Tsubame. “It’s always nice to see new superheros.”
“We’re glad to be here.” Tsubame said sweetly and Neko-chan nodded in agreement.
“Ah.” Oishi couldn’t drag his eyes away from Neko-chan’s pink clad form. The way the lycra flowed over Neko-chan’s chest, and accented the others lithe but muscular body, the fit of the others legs and the definite bulge in the others.... SuperSeme’s face flamed and he looked away quickly. Tsubame was watching him sharply now, deep blue eyes glittering from behind the others mask. Oishi cleared his throat. “Are you two planning on staying in Seigakuopolis or is this a visit?”
“Well, we’re thinking about it ne Fu... Tsubame-chan?” Neko-chan asked as he bounced over to his winged partner, flinging his arms around the other.
“Saa..We’re definitely thinking about it.” Oishi smiled at that statement.
“You’ll want to watch out for the press then. They’re rabid.” As he made this statement various reporters were showing up to investigate this new super duo, Taki the first among the crowd. Oishi smiled and nodded his head. “I’ll be off then.”
Tsubame looked at the reporters shouting questions and smiled innocently. “You can call us... Dream.”
–
Oshitari Yuushi frowned as he shut off his television set. Just what he needed, more superheros! This ‘Dream’ pair was going to wreak havoc on Oshitari’s perfectly laid out plans! “Yuushi,” a seductive purr sounded from his bedroom. “Come to bed.” Oshitari turned his head to look as Gakuto, his longstanding lover, strode out of the bedroom dressed only in one of Oshitari’s dress shirts, a loosely buttoned dress shirt as well.
“I can’t Gakuto, I still have to prepare for tomorrow’s meeting with Fuji Syuusuke from Atobe Enterprises.” Gakuto pouted and slipped his arms around Oshitari’s neck, pressing himself against his lover.
“Is he more important then me?” Gakuto asked wide eyed and Oshitari slid a hand up to cup Gakuto’s ass.
“No one is more important then you.” He said before he bent his head to kiss his red haired love.
Oishi looked up as Tezuka waved him into his office. Setting down his morning cup of coffee he stepped inside. “Tezuka?” Tezuka was his boss at the Daily Gaku, actually he was everyone’s boss at the Daily Gaku, but Tezuka and Oishi shared a special relationship. When Tezuka had first come to Seigakuopolis the Daily Gaku had been a struggling enterprise, just founded by the enigmatic Yamato. Tezuka and Oishi had arrived at the paper at the same time, but Tezuka’s skill in journalism and his charismatic personality immediately made Yamato pick him as a successor. Tezuka had looked to Oishi as his right hand man, his star reporter, especially when Tezuka started to get bogged down with the other details of running a paper like th Daily Gaku.
And the Daily Gaku had thrived.
“Oishi I have to as a favor of you.” Tezuka said, sitting himself behind his large oaken desk and steepling his fingers. Oishi stepped close to the desk, placing his hand on the chair that sat directly in front of the desk.
“Yes Tezuka?”
“I have an old kouhei from when I was working at ‘The En’ coming into town. He’s doing some freelance work for us here while he is in town and I wanted to know if you could keep an eye on him.” Tezuka leveled one of the stares that required no effort at all. “Kikumaru is excitable, and Seigakuopolis can be dangerous.”
Oishi swallowed. He had always felt that there was more then a small chance of Tezuka knowing about his superhero work. After all, Tezuka was a frighteningly smart person and Oishi had a few close calls.
"I'll take care of him Tezuka." Oishi assured the other. "When is he coming in?"
"Hoi hoi! TEZUUUUUUUUKA-BUCHOU!" Someone shouted out on the main floor. Oishi blinked and turned as the dulcet tones affected his sensitive ears. Tezuka's lips twitched into a small smile before falling into his usual frown.
"He just did." Oishi smiled feebly at Tezuka, turning to the door as it was opened and a red head poked inside.
“Buchou!” A rather hot looking young man bounced into the office, wide smile on his face. Oishi looked the other over. His heart started beating fast. Kikumaru was the most perfect man Oishi had ever seen. His legs were long and lean, and his chest filled out his tight black tee shirt perfectly. Over that Eiji wore an unbuttoned blue shirt, which matched his sparkling blue eyes. The other’s hair was red, and in the cutest flipped out style Oishi had ever seen.
“Kikumaru.” Tezuka greeted the other solemnly. The redhead beamed, and to Oishi his smile sparkled. Face going red Oishi didn’t know how Tezuka could expect him to speak to such a magnificent being. He was just.... perfect.
“Hoi hoi!” Eiji held out his hand, which Tezuka gingerly shook. “Man, Fujiko and I were so glad to get into town and off the road. As much as traveling’s fun and all we do like to get a decent nights sleep once in a while.” Tezuka’s eyebrow twitched and Oishi wondered why.
“Fuji is with you?” Tezuka asked slowly. Eiji nodded his head.
“Yeah, Fuji’s the reason we left Hyotei Capital. He’s on some sort of business trip?” Eiji’s brow furrowed. “I dunno, we stop places and he goes to meetings.” Shrugging Eiji looked around the room. “Nya, Buchou! Who’s that?” Eiji blinked wide blue eyes at Oishi.
“Ah, I’m Oishi Syuichiroh.” Oishi said nervously. “Nice to meet you.” Eiji blinked, head tilting in a distinctly cat like move. For a minute Oishi swore that his pupils turned to slits instead of being round. The moment seemed to slow, and was then broken by Tezuka’s small almost silent cough.
“Nya! Nice to meet’cha Oishi!” Eiji smiled and then bounced across the room, his arms wrapping around one of Oishi’s. Oishi swore even his *hair* would turn red from the blushing. “He my guide Tezuka-buchou?”
“Yes.” Tezuka looked between them. “Try not to wear him out or get him killed.” Eiji snickered.
“It was only the once!” And then dragged Oishi out of the office.
Title: Super Seme (part 2)
Pairing: Oshitari/Gakuto, Oishi/Eiji, FujiEiji (hints)
Summary: Oishi begins to overcome his crush on Taki, and finds himself crushing on someone else! Then a mysterious stranger appears to offer... help?
Oishi ducked his head as he stepped into the office. Since Eiji had shown up Oishi had found himself glomped, cuddled, greeted with enthusiastic shouts, or the occasional flying tackle. Peeking up when he wasn't immediately attacked Oishi felt slightly disappointed but also slightly relieved. It was a little difficult dealing with such expressions of friendly enthusiasm every day. That's all Eiji was to him, Oishi gave himself another stern talking to on his way to his desk, Eiji was a friend, a very nice, pretty, sweet, and cuddly friend… but just a friend.
Still, Oishi had been confused as of late about his feelings. The love he had felt for Taki seemed stale and false when compared to the feelings blooming for Eiji and, dare Oishi say it, Neko-chan.
With the Dream Team in the city Oishi found himself interacting more and more with the pink and blue clad superhero's as they battled crime. Just yesterday they had destroyed a large robot bent on crushing the city. Neko-chan had been beautiful, bounding over the machinery, disabling nuts and bolts and distracting the silver monstrosity.
"Oishi!" Oishi blinked at his desk, which had sprouted red hair overnight apparently.
"Ah!" Oishi stepped back, clutching his chest as a cheshire grin appeared in front of his face. "Eiji you scared me." Oishi took a deep breath, but that didn't stop his heart from beating double time. Eiji was halo'd by his desk lap, his red hair glowing as much as his eyes usually did. Staring at Eiji Oishi felt himself begin to drift into a day dream of running his fingers through the others curled hair. He wondered if Eiji would purr….
"Egghead!" Oishi felt a smack against the back of his head, shaking it as his senses came back to him. His hand was buried in Eiji's hair, stroking it as his catlike love purred. Friend! Catlike friend! Oishi pulled his hand away as if burned and backed up slightly, bumping into someone behind him and tumbling down. "You clumsy oaf!" Taki shouted, pushing Oishi off himself and onto the floor. "Now look what you did." There was a coffee stain on the side of Taki's pantsuit.
"A-ah!" Oishi flushed. "I'm so sorry! L-let me help you clean that up." Scrambling for the roll of paper towels he kept in his desk drawer Oishi was suddenly confronted with Eiji.
"Leave him be." Eiji scowled. "He hit you Oishi!" Eiji looked ready to kick Taki while he was down.
"I've got a hard head." Oishi laughed, scooting around Eiji to grab the paper towels before moving back to Taki, dabbing at the dark stain. "I'm really sorry Taki." He glanced up at Taki's face, and couldn't help noticing that it no longer looked kind and beautiful, but really seemed quite shrewish.
"Oh, just shut up and clean it up." Taki snapped, crossing his arms. "I have an interview with a very important person today!" Taki's eyes widened. "I can't go in a dirty suit!" Pushing Oishi away Taki got up. "Get out of my way Egghead! I have to get home and change!" Oishi scrambled backwards, knowing full well that Taki had no problem with actually stepping on him if he didn't. He'd been injured in a Taki related hall accident once. It had sent 3 people to the hospital.
"Pfft." Eiji tossed his head back. "The guys a complete b-"
"Eiji!"
"Kikumaru! Oishi!" Tezuka was standing in the door of his office frowning at them. "I need you both at the Twizken Center, there's been an incident and I want you two on the story."
"Yes Captain!" Eiji saluted with a broad grin before grabbing Oishi's hand and racing for the door. Oishi stumbled along after him, not focusing on where they were going and instead concentrating on ignoring just how good Eiji's hand felt wrapped around his.
--
The problem with having a secret identity, Oishi thought to himself, was that it had to remain secret. He sat in his seat at Chat de Bleu, sipping at his glass. He'd seen the movies they made about superheroes, it was not like the movies though. In the movies a superhero always had a love interest, and that interest would work out, they would accept the fact that the superhero had secrets or they would be drawn into the superheroes world and would accept it.
Today while getting the dirt on the Twizken incident, embezzlement and possible illegal genetic engineering going on behind closed doors, Oishi had used his x-ray vision to uncover a piece of evidence. Unfortunately Oishi was unable to tell the police about it, since they would then wonder how he had known, so it was a good thing Super Seme would be looking into the incident as well. No one ever seemed to question how SuperSeme knew the things he did. They just… accepted it as part of the superhero package.
"You look down tiger." A warm, purring voice spoke from his left and Oishi blinked upward. A smiling blue eyed brunette leaned close. "Let me buy you a drink." She purred.
"Oh." Oishi blinked, flushing and backing up in his booth. He was alone at the bar, having needed time to himself to think and well… mope. Since he was alone it meant the brunette was definitely talking to him?
"Well don't act so enthusiastic." The young woman chuckled, sliding into the seat next to him. "I'm not used to such fervor." Ruffling her short chin length hair she slanted him a look from those enchanting blue eyes before slipping her eyes closed in a smile. "You look like you need something a little stronger then ginger ale."
"Oh." Oishi blushed more, looking down into his fizzing glass. "Well. I'm not really much of a drinker." He summoned up a weak smile for the brunette. "Um. I'm not… uh really much interested in women either." Oishi ducked his head. It would have been unfair of him to let the woman flirt with him if he wouldn't be returning her feelings.
"That's okay." The lady leaned close. "I'm not much of a woman." Oishi blinked, staring at those blue eyes, so close and then caught the whiff of a masculine aftershave.
"Uh!" Oishi's eyes widened and he slide his eyes over the other's outfit. The other was wearing a slinky black gown, with a slit that ended dangerously close to their thigh. "Y-you're not?" Voice breaking he went back to looking at the gi-man. If they weren't female why did they dress like a woman?
"Maa." The crossdresser leaned close and Oishi felt the blush travel down his body. "Well I couldn't come see you without some disguise could I…. Super Seme?"
Oishi's breath caught. This person knew who he was?! How? It shouldn't be possible to see past his mild mannered disguise! The man chuckled, sitting back with a smile.
"Tsubame has eyes everywhere." Oishi blinked, startled. Tsubame? This man was Tsubame? Well, those eyes did seem famliar.
"Ah. I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you without the spandex." Wow, did that ever sound stupid. Tsubame laughed though, a long, rolling laugh that felt like velvet on Oishi's skin.
"... you're clever." At the moment, Oishi didn't feel very clever. "I've come to talk with you about a very important matter."
"A-ah?" Oishi's eyes widened. "Is someone in trouble?" Had there been a call for help and he'd missed it? Or maybe there was an evil plan in the works? Had Tsubame come to ask him to join one of the partnerships that superhero's sometimes formed? A league of some kind?
"No, no, nothing like that." Tsubame smiled, brushing his hair out of his face and leaning back in the booth. "It's about my partner, Neko-chan."
"Neko-chan?!?!" Oishi straightened, and then dropped his voice as a few of the bar's patron's had turned to give him looks at his shout. "Wh-what's wrong with Neko-chan?"
"Well." Tsubame tapped one manicured nail against the edge of his panted lips. "He seems to be heart sick."
"Heart sick?" Oishi blinked. "What kind of heart sick?" A heart disease? Or… love? What was it?
"The kind of heartsick that leads to sighs, sighing, daydreaming, and general lollygagging." Tsubame glowered at him and crossed his arms.
"O-oh. How can I help?" Neko-chan was in love? With who? Why was Tsubame talking to him? Was it…. Was it him? Was Neko-chan in love with him? Could he possibly be interested? But then what about Oishi's newfound love for Eiji? How could he love the two of them?
"Ah. Yes." Tsubame shrugged. "I was wondering if you could show up here…" The brown haired vixen slipped him a piece of paper with the address for a rather expensive restaurant, "tomorrow at seven. The reservation is under 'Swallow' and it's for a party of four." Tsubame's face seemed to take a slightly evil edge, his smile curling further up his lips. "Don't worry about price, the dinner is covered." Oishi flushed at the chiding tone in the other superhero's voice. Were his thoughts really so obvious? Or maybe it was the slightly ragged edge of his shirt. Being a reporter paid well sometimes, and not so well others, and then there were the superhero incidents to pay off. Insurance covered a lot, but there were only so many times Oishi could complain about exploding household objects before people started getting suspicious.
His worst enemies had been workers at an insurance company; they scared the bejeezus out of him. "I'll be there." Oishi tucked the address into his shirt pocket and gave Tsubame a decisive nod. Tsubame's smile widened, the white shine of teeth peeking through in a predatory way. Oishi froze as Tsubame placed a kiss on his cheek, his skin burning under the touch of the other's lips. When Tsubame pulled away he was sure that he had burned an imprint there leaving a mark for everyone to see.
"I never doubted you for a second." Tsubame purred in his ear, eliciting shivers up and down Oishi's spine. Then the petit man slid out of the booth, wandering away with a distinct sway to his step, and a smile that said the canary was practically basting himself.
--
Oishi nervously adjusted his tie. He had worn his best suit but he still felt shabby in the outfit compared to the people entering the restaurant. They derisive looks they were giving him made him feel worse and the blush on his cheeks multiplied. "Ah…" Oishi coughed as he waited for the maitre de to look up and notice him. "I'm…"
"Yes?" The maitre de's noise tipped upward as he looked down it at Oishi. "Can I help you?"
"Ah…" Oishi blushed more. "I-I-I'm looking for…" Maybe he should just leave. As much as Fuji wanted to help Neko-chan he did not think he would be able the snooty attitude of the people in the restaurant.
"He's with me Leo." A soft voice came from Oishi's elbow and suddenly there was an arm hooking around his and a smiling blond stood at his side.
"Oh." The maitre de's eyes widened and he took a small step back. "Ah, I had no idea he was with you Fuji-san!" Oishi worried about the panic that entered the man's eyes. There was also a tinge of fear.
"Yes, well now you do." 'Fuji' smiled and pulled Oishi along. "Come Oishi-san our table is over here."
The name Fuji sounded familiar… "So." Oishi stated as he let Fuji lead him. "You're name is Fuji?" The dirty blond chuckled, petting Oishi's arm in slow strokes.
"It's one of my names, yes." Fuji winked as he set Oishi down in an empty chair. "You didn't believe I would let you learn my real one did you?" Oishi blinked in confusion, Tsubame knew his real name, and common superhero courtesy was to unveil one's own secret identity afterwards. Tsubame probably had a very good reason not to unveil his identity though.
"Is Neko-chan here?" Oishi asked, glancing around. Fuji chuckled, unfolding his menu.
"Why Oishi-san, business never comes before dinner." Fuji smirked and tipped his head o the side, causing Oishi to blush at his faux paus. "Neither should sex."
"S-s-sex?!" Oishi's exclamation was strangled, but several heads turned to eye him distastefully. Face red Oishi sunk into his chair.
"Well, I assume at some point you and Neko-chan would consummate your relationship."
"C-c-c-…" Oishi took a gulp of the cold ice water that the waiter had set down. "I don't… I mean… Hu…"
"Calm down." Fuji ordered quietly and Oishi felt like the ice water had been dumped over his head. "Look at your menu please, Oishi-san. In a few minutes the rest of our party will be joining us and things may get interesting." Oishi wanted to know what 'interesting' meant but deciding he would find out soon enough opened up his menu.
This place must have been expensive; they did not list the prices by the side of their items. Taking a deep breath Oishi read through the menu descriptions.
"Here they are." Fuji murmured under his breath and Oishi glanced up and froze.
Oshitari Yuushi, Super Seme's nemesis, was making his way to the table with his lover on one arm and a smarmy smile crossing his face. "Fuji. How did you know this place was my favorite restaurant?" Oshitari pulled out a seat for Gakuto and the redhead flopped into it gracelessly. Mukahi shot Oishi a bored look before giving Fuji a glare.
Fuji's laugh hung in the air, attracting turned heads from many other tables. "Our predilections are simply so similar Oshitari-san." The other leaned across the table, blue irises peeking out from under blond eyelashes, "I figured your taste in food wouldn't be far off." Oishitari's smirk widened and Oishi couldn't help feel angry. Fuji's attitude had changed slightly, while he had been flirtatious with Oishi the night before he had never been so deliberate about his intentions.
"Hmph. Yuushi, I want to leave. Can we go? I don't like any of the food here!" Oishi swung concerned eyes to the whining redhead. Mukahi was glaring spitefully at Fuji and clinging to Oshitari's arm now.
"Gakuto," The tall bespectacled man's voice was deep and soothing and Mukahi reacted favorably to it. "We just got here. I promise you'll like what I order you."
"Hmph." Gakuto crossed his arms over his chest, sulking in his chair at being thwarted.
"Redheads are so precocious." Fuji murmured, breaking off a piece of a breadstick and dipping it in the plate of olive oil and seasonings they had been provided. "You agree Oishi-san?"
Suddenly everyone's eyes were on him. Suppressing the urge to blush or hide behind his menu Oishi summoned up a weak smile. "Ah, I guess so…"
"Oishi… Syuichirou?" Oshitari's glasses glinted opaque before clearing as the other's sharp blue eyes focused on Oishi. "My, what's one of the Daily Gaku's star reporters doing here?"
"He's my date." Fuji's voice was tart, and now Oshitari's eyes were back on Fuji. Oishi slumped in relief before realizing that Gakuto hadn't stop staring at him. Sitting up ramrod straight Oishi flushed under the other's rude gaze. "Of course you're my date too Oshitari-san." And then Gakuto's attention was diverted.
--
Fuji lit up a cigarette taking a deep drag. "Those aren't healthy you know." Oishi chastised but he was ignored. Frowning he looked around Fuji's apartment. He was still unsure why Fuji had brought him there.
"Can you handle that type of thing?" Oishi jumped, surprised as Fuji spoke for the first time since they had left the restaurant.
"Wh… the dinner?" Fuji had handled the entire thing so neatly. After Oishi's initial introduction he barely spoke the whole evening. Fuji kept the conversation going, alternately flirting with Oshitari and baiting Gakuto. Whenever Oshitari would glance Oishi's way Fuji would bring up another topic of conversation, or do something deliberately seductive. "No. I don't think so."
"Pity." Fuji crushed his cigarette, standing and sliding out of his suit jacket. "I do that type of thing all the time with Neko-chan." Fuji's fingers loosened his tie and Oishi felt as if his own tie had become tighter. "I take the heat off of him, I protect him. Can you do that Oishi-san?"
Oishi shook his a little, eyes riveted as Fuji continued stripping, he had flung the blue tie to the side and was slowly undoing his crisp oxford shirt. "I can… protect him. But not in the way you did."
"Neko-chan is a very important person to me." Fuji shrugged his oxford off, muscles ripping along his arms. He seemed so delicate standing in an undershirt and his suit pants, his brown belt cinched tight on his waist. "But he often attracts the wrong sort of attention. I need to know right now Oishi-san, if the only way to protect him was to lock him up somewhere, to put him somewhere safe where no one but you could get to him, but he could never see anyone else… would you?"
"No." Oishi's answer was definite and for a second he thought he had answered wrong.
Fuji's smile was slow, but relieved. "Good."
And then the door to Fuji's apartment swung open.
