this is before Hiroshi turns fourteen and when Mizuki fights
the hero killer. and meets Recovery girl and her granddaughter.
well, that's enough from me, bye and enjoy.
Hiroshi sighed seeing the note Mizuki left him
he secretly hates getting them. but he much rather
knew what his brother was doing every night than be
naive and blind to the truth.
and yes he understands the irony of that statement,
the many blind jokes his brother has made
The past few years have seen to that.
he picked up the note and put it in his pocket to
throw away at one of the many trashcan bonfires around
the neighborhood. best not leave any losses,
... if anyone else could read Mizuki's handwriting.
but what how downright weird quirks can be who knew,
somebody might be able to read it and be an ass down the line.
... that seems very paranoid of him
What Ever, he lives with a blind Lawyer/Vigilante the paranoia
is needed. shaking his head at where his thought process went
too, Hiroshi sighed and sat his backpack in the smallish bedroom where he 'sleeps'. he pulled off his uniform and put that to be washed again, then he opened his dresser
and found that Mizuki had put another two sets of shirts and pants in with his. the Man was trying but...
he really should ask before he buys Hiroshi neon clothes again,
at least the clothing was in the colors he likes.
quickly Hiroshi grabs a set of grey jeans and a dark purple
turtleneck that Mizuki had given him for his birthday last year
the lawyer was looking for a business partner,
Hiroshi pushed up his sleeves and went out into the kitchen/living/dining room and pulled out the ingredients for
Zosui rice soup. Mizuki couldn't stand very strong Flavors
most be the enhanced senses, and they both hated hot Flavors
so the simple recipes worked the best for them,
quickly he got to work and started making dinner