Kamen Rider Build Drabbles
"Misora's Favorite"
"I'm . i want my pay"
Misora would normally drag herself to bed with these words...
Instead, she found herself sitting beside a narcissist whose portion of hair was up again. Apparently, Sento was browsing Faust's human experimentation files. The end of Misora's lip twitched and she murmured, "akuma."
Still, Sento wasn't responding.
In fact, he wasn't blinking.
This was normal, Misora huffed. The genius phycisist was not easily swayed...
Unless something more interesting comes.
The sleep deprived slumped and blinked many times. Another three minutes had passed and Misora couldn't draw the line between her dream and what was real.
"Sentooo~"
Still, Sento wasn't responding.
"Sentooo~!"It was louder.
The genius phycisist stopped clicking.
"Hai?"
Hearing no response from her, Sento finally diverted from his computer and almost grinned at what he saw. Misora was already sleeping on her stool, with her head hung down. Seconds after, he went back to his business again.
"Sentooo~!"
He instantly dropped the mouse to stare at her. Still, no signs of consciousness. Strange, he thought. Misora never speaks while she sleeps.
"Quantum Physics..Math..Faust..
Build.." Misora muttered.
"Bottles..experiment~"
Sento lit up, realizing that she was enumerating interesting concepts. "Ah~my favorite things" he said, as if replying to her.
"Me?..how about me"
He didn't expect that she'll reply soon, albeit unconsciously.
"Your favorite things?" Sento asked, pursing his lips and frowning at the same time, "let's see, something cute like~"
"nooo!" Misora replied, her balled up fist hitting his leg, "i mean me."
"What about you Misora?"
She stopped hitting his leg. "Am i not interesting? To you?"
Sento stopped clicking to stare at her again. Only to find her head slumped against his shoulder.
He gulped and balled his fists. He diverted his wide eyes to the other direction. He suddenly felt something imprecise. Was it nervousness? He asked himself.
Now he knows what butterflies inside the stomach means.
Misora spoke again too soon,
"You..you narcissistic egoistic idiot...you're..my favorite"
Misora found herself waking up and stretched her arms. She climbed the stairs to the cafe and saw Banjou, Sawa, Kazumin, and Sento having their breakfasts in different places.
They greeted her rather cheerfully, most especially Kazumin who stared at her approvingly.
She yawned and glanced at each person in the cafe. Starting from Kazumin, Sawa, Banjou..and Sento who neared a plate of eggs and bread to her while she sat.
The genius phycisist smiled at her from ear to ear.
She nodded and took a toasted bread to her mouth. Sitting beside Sento at breakfast was a usual morning routine.
Her sleepiness vanished an instant when she unconsciously stared at his form.
Sento, sipping from a can of coffee..
With a portion of his hair, sticking out.
~end!~
Aww~ she's his favorite too!