[It had just crossed his mind, too; That even if it was losing his toes to the Agency, he wasn’t alone. He had Usagi and Makoto now, after all. And so many friends. As strange as it was, his life in Deerington had been longer than his life in Yokohama. And no one at the Agency had made him feel quite as comfortable as Makoto…
… But just liking her didn’t mean she would make it out of the ocean. A thought that had just begun to haunt him when he heard her voice. Atsushi pushes himself off of the railing, multi-coloured eyes widening with surprise.]
Makoto-chan..? [She doesn’t look like how he remembers. Not that her hair being down nor the pretty dress as unsuiting! But the fact she’s wearing something he couldn’t imagine gives him hope that she’s real.
He’s far less cautious when crossing the remaining distance to her side.]
You made it! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did anything hurt you out there?
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… But just liking her didn’t mean she would make it out of the ocean. A thought that had just begun to haunt him when he heard her voice. Atsushi pushes himself off of the railing, multi-coloured eyes widening with surprise.]
Makoto-chan..? [She doesn’t look like how he remembers. Not that her hair being down nor the pretty dress as unsuiting! But the fact she’s wearing something he couldn’t imagine gives him hope that she’s real.
He’s far less cautious when crossing the remaining distance to her side.]
You made it! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did anything hurt you out there?