AlSymphoGotchard : Kamen Rider Gotchard X Symphogear

by sentobestmatch

A crossover story between Kamen Rider Gotchard X Symphogear with a twist and change that you may have never experienced or read before. A story full of imagination. For now, this would be just a one-shot story or chapter and no guarantee for long longevity but have a fun time reading this pilot chapter if any reader stumbles into this story.

1. S1 EP1 Part 1

Good day to all the readers out there who stumble into this fanfiction story! I want to present this crossover idea between Kamen Rider Gotchard and Symphogear that I have in my head so hopefully you all will have a good time reading the story. This wouldn't be your typical Kamen Rider X Symphogear fanfic that you might come across as you might find as you read on. In this pilot chapter, the story will revolve more on our Gotchard's story and characters more than anything. However, before so, there are several disclaimers that I need to tell further:

Disclaimers:

I don't own any of these characters or properties of the Kamen Rider and Symphogear franchises.

This story is made with the help of AI, specifically ChatGPT. While the idea is still coming from me, the heavy-lifting was made through the help of ChatGPT. Considering that this was my first experience in writing us AI or ChatGPT, I'm sorry if there are many slip ups in the story.

I don't have a long-term plan to continue this story apart from this pilot chapter and maybe some 'bonuses'. If any of the readers were readers from my previous hiatus fics, I must say sorry and apologize that I don't have the commitment and time to fully realize all of my stories. So, don't expect for this fic to continue beyond this pilot chapter. You may think this as a one-shot manga/fic for an idea that I have in my head.

With that being said, despite this might be just a one-shot idea, hopefully you have a good time reading of this story. Time to unleash your imagination as you read the story!

S1 EP 1 : Unleash Your Imagination's Gotcha! (想像のガッチャを解き放て！; Sōzō no gatcha o tokihanate!)

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The sky over the quiet city neighbourhood was painted in hues of deep blue, streaked with faint orange as dawn began to creep over the horizon. The streets, typically bustling with life, lay dormant, their stillness interrupted only by the occasional hum of a passing car or the distant patter of footsteps. A solitary figure moved along the sloping sidewalk; her form framed against the panoramic view of the city below. It was a moment of serene contrast, the city's slumbering expanse juxtaposed with the girl's quiet determination.

She was a teenager, perhaps fifteen or sixteen, clad in a meticulously arranged school uniform. Her crisp white shirt peeked out from beneath a beige vest, layered with a black blazer that fit snugly against her slight frame. A pleated knee-length skirt completed her ensemble, swaying softly with each unhurried step. Long, ebony hair cascaded down her back, its strands so thick they concealed the small bag she carried. A curtain of bangs partially veiled her forehead, giving her an air of quiet mystery.

In her hands, she clutched a chemistry textbook, its pages worn at the edges. Her gaze was fixed on the fine print, her brow furrowed in concentration. Even as she moved through the waking world, the girl seemed lost in her own. She neither glanced at the handful of pedestrians who passed her by nor flinched at the occasional rumble of a vehicle. To anyone watching, her singular focus and steady stride would paint the picture of a diligent student, absorbed wholly in her studies.

Yet, a closer look would reveal an intriguing contrast. Tiny earphones peeked out from beneath her hair, their wires trailing down to her blazer pocket. There, the unmistakable bulk of an MP3 player bulged against the fabric, adorned with an eclectic array of stickers. Some were playful doodles, others intricate designs, but one stood out—a vibrant emblem bearing the name Zwei Wing. Occasionally, she hummed softly, the notes barely audible over the music filtering through her earphones. It was a curious mix of meticulous focus and casual detachment, as if she existed in two worlds at once: the structured path of academia and the liberating escape of melody.

Her steady rhythm faltered as the first rays of sunlight broke over the horizon. The golden light pierced through the trees and buildings, casting long shadows across the sidewalk. A sudden glint caught her eye, forcing her to squint and lift a hand in reflex. The brightness scattered across her features, highlighting the faint blush on her cheeks and the delicate curve of her lips. She paused mid-step, lowering her book and shielding her face with her free hand. For a moment, her studious demeanour gave way to something more vulnerable, a quiet awe at the beauty unfolding before her.

The book was swiftly tucked into the inner pocket of her blazer as she turned her full attention to the spectacle ahead. The sun, still low in the sky, seemed to climb with deliberate grace, its light spilling over the city like liquid gold. Her earphones remained in place, the music now a faint undercurrent to her thoughts. She stood there, motionless, as if caught in the spell of the rising dawn.

After a moment, her other hand slipped into a pocket, rummaging purposefully until she retrieved two small cards. Holding them up, she used one to block the sun's harsher rays, examining them both in the soft morning light. The first card depicted a sleek, silver unicorn, its edges trimmed with intricate detailing. The numeral 3 was etched into the top left corner, while the bottom bore a series of arrows, three of which were highlighted in pale blue. Beside the name Unicon, a symbol resembling a dragon framed the card's design.

The second card, warmer in tone, showcased a radiant orange sun. Its details mirrored the first, though its numeral read 7, and its arrows were shaded a bright lime green. Below the name The Sun, a planetary icon gleamed faintly. The girl studied the second card closely, almost reverently, before holding it up beside the real sun. The two images—one tangible, the other artistic—merged in her vision, twin beacons of light and warmth.

A pang of emotion flickered across her face. Her eyes shimmered, not with the sting of sunlight, but with a heaviness that seemed to well up from somewhere deep within. The card trembled slightly in her grip as a single tear broke free, tracing a path down her cheek. She caught it absentmindedly with the back of her hand, as though ashamed of its escape.

"What am I doing?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of the city. A trace of frustration laced her tone, mingling with regret. She slid the cards back into her pocket, her movements brisk as if to banish the vulnerability that had crept in. "I don't have time for this."

Straightening her posture, she adjusted her blazer and resumed her walk, though her pace was more hurried now. The sun rose higher, bathing the city in full daylight, but she kept her gaze fixed ahead, her focus reclaimed. The music in her ears swelled, its rhythm syncing with her strides, propelling her forward. Behind her, the golden rays lingered on the empty sidewalk, a silent witness to the moment she left behind.

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After several minutes of walking through the quiet neighbourhood, the girl finally arrived at her destination. Before her stood a modest two-story house, its white-painted exterior glowing faintly under the soft morning light. A wooden sign hanging by the door read Café Ichinose, its letters hand-painted with a rustic charm. Beside it, a small orange sign cheerfully proclaimed, Now Open. The blue-painted door, slightly weathered at the edges, gave the place an inviting, lived-in warmth.

Pausing in front of the door, Rinne methodically reached up to remove her earphones. The soft hum of her music faded, replaced by the distant chatter of morning birds and the faint rustle of leaves. With a practiced motion, she coiled the wires and tucked them into the same blazer pocket as her MP3 player. The cool metal of the player brushed her fingers—a quiet comfort she had grown used to.

Taking a small breath, she wrapped her knuckles lightly against the wooden door before pushing it open. It creaked slightly, the sound blending with the faint clinking of dishes from within.

"Excuse me…" she called softly, her voice polite but carrying a reserved tone as she stepped inside.

The café's interior greeted her like an old friend. It was cozy and unpretentious, more akin to a welcoming living room than a commercial establishment. Wooden tables and chairs were scattered across the room, their surfaces polished to a soft sheen. The walls were adorned with whimsical knick-knacks: small framed pictures of countryside landscapes, a clock shaped like a sunflower, and shelves crammed with books. Most of the books were children's titles, their colourful spines adding a playful vibrancy to the space.

To the right, a snug corner was dedicated to younger patrons, equipped with miniature tables, crayons, sketchbooks, and an assortment of art supplies. The area exuded a quiet charm, inviting both children and the occasional adult to sit down and create something. It was the kind of place where time seemed to slow down, and for a brief moment, the girl felt a flicker of contentment.

Despite the early hour, the air was rich with the mingling scents of freshly brewed coffee and toasted bread. Across the room, separated by a half-wall with a built-in counter, the kitchen buzzed with life. A man in his mid-forties worked with calm efficiency, moving between a stovetop and a preparation station. His light blue shirt and brown slacks were protected by a green apron tied around his waist, and a beige fedora perched slightly askew on his head.

Hearing the door, the man turned with an energetic grin, his hands still deftly juggling a steaming kettle and a plate of freshly made sandwiches.

The man glanced up from his work as the door creaked shut behind the girl. His face lit up with recognition, and a wide grin spread across his features. "Oh! Welcome in, guest! Have a seat—drinks and food will be ready in no time!" His tone was warm, his words infused with genuine hospitality. Then his eyes focused on her, and his grin widened. "If it isn't Rin-chan, our ever-punctual morning regular!"

The girl sighed quietly, the corners of her lips twitching in a near-smile at his enthusiasm. Stepping further into the café, she allowed the door to close gently behind her.

"Good morning, Mr. Ichinose," she replied, her tone even. "I'll have the usual, please. And for the last time, stop calling me Rin-chan. My name is Kudo Rinne. It's more appropriate to call me Kudo instead of using such a—" she waved her hand vaguely, "—bizarre nickname."

Mr. Ichinose chuckled warmly, his movements never faltering as he prepared her order.

"Now, now," he said, his voice laced with good-natured teasing. "You've been coming here long enough that we're practically family. Besides, Hou-chan's friends are like extended kids of mine! It'd feel weird calling you something so formal."

Rinne sighed again, this time deeper, as she settled herself at the counter directly across from him. "Even Ichinose-kun has the decency to call me 'Kudo'. I'd appreciate it if you'd respect the same."

The older man chuckled, setting a steaming cup of black tea in front of her with a flourish.

"Well, until I manage to change my habit, why not enjoy your tea? Nothing like a little warmth to brighten your morning, Rin-chan!"

"Thank you," she said, taking the cup. She brought it to her lips but immediately winced as the steam tickled her nose. Blowing lightly on the surface, she took a cautious sip. The warmth spread through her, chasing away the lingering chill of the morning.

Mr. Ichinose leaned on the counter; his expression thoughtful. "You know," he began, "I have this habit of using first names because I think they carry a special weight. A name is a gift, after all, something chosen with care. It feels more personal."

Rinne raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking up from her tea. "Is that so? Well, I suppose it's a waste of energy to argue with you every morning. Just… refrain from doing it when other people are around, especially in front of Ichinose-kun."

Ichinose laughed, a hearty sound that filled the quiet café. "Alright, Rin-chan, I'll do my best. But no promises!" He straightened up and turned back to his work. "Here's your usual," he said, placing a small box of sandwiches in front of her. "Freshly made and healthy, just the way you like them."

Rinne accepted the box with a nod. "Thank you, Mr. Ichinose."

"No problem, lad!" he replied, already bustling back to the kitchen. "Though I do wish I could serve something fancier. My cooking's nowhere near Tama-san's level."

At the mention of the name, Rinne paused mid-bite. "Tama-san… Is that your wife? Ichinose-kun's mother?" She tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "I don't think I've ever seen her. Ichinose-kun did mention he misses her cooking."

Ichinose chuckled, a hint of wistfulness creeping into his tone. "That's right. Tama-san's off on one of her grand adventures—searching for the best seven spices in the world. She's been at it for a couple of years now, though she visits us twice or thrice a year."

Rinne hummed thoughtfully, taking another bite of her sandwich. "No wonder Ichinose-kun talks about her so much. He must miss her terribly."

"Oh, he does," Ichinose said, his smile softening. "Her cooking is something else. When she comes back, I hope you'll get to try it. It's worth the wait."

"I'll look forward to it," Rinne replied. Then, noticing the faint smell of something burning, she gestured toward the kitchen. "You might want to check on that."

Ichinose startled, his eyes widening. "Ah, you're right! Thanks, Rin-chan!" He dashed back to the stove, muttering apologies to his sizzling pans.

Left alone, Rinne turned her attention to a stack of papers beside her. As she leafed through them, her lips curled into a faint smile. The drawings—childish and whimsical—depicted wild adventures and fantastical heroes. The sheets were covered with colourful, hand-drawn sketches—childlike but brimming with energy and creativity. She chuckled softly, her mind already guessing the artist.

There were so many caricatures drawing in those papers, ranging from scenery scenes, job professions; like doctor, astronaut, chef, firefighter, to several absurd one like a kid riding a big hopper while holding a small train in its hands if it was a plane, a kid in a pirate costume riding a big car, a kid riding a big phoenix across the space, and so many more pictures of a kid in weird activities.

Though, the most curious one, Rinne found several drawn pictures of a hero clad in blue armour with an arrow sign in the head/helmet doing some heroic actions like, saving people, fighting bad guys, or doing even crazier things like diving into the ocean, jumping from the volcano or swimming in the vacuum of space. Obviously, all of those pictures were drawn in such a cartoony and childish style and the papers itself was a bit eaten by age due to some of the colours were faded and the papers were a bit dusty.

"Mr. Ichinose," Rinne began, holding up one of the papers, "are these… Ichinose-kun's?"

The café owner glanced over and broke into a nostalgic smile. "Good eye, Rin-chan! Yep, those are some of Hou-chan's masterpieces from when he was just a little sprout. Found them while cleaning out the storage room yesterday." He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping conspiratorially. "I can't wait to see his face when I show him these again. He used to spend hours drawing, his little hands covered in marker ink."

Rinne studied the drawings for a moment longer, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "So, his habit of sketching in his schoolbooks wasn't just a phase, then."

"Not at all!" Mr. Ichinose beamed. "He even stayed up late last night working on illustrations for Ryo-chan's article. That boy hasn't changed one bit."

Rinne sighed, a familiar exasperation creeping into her voice. "I had a feeling. He likely forgot about his homework—again." She reached into her bag and produced a neatly bound notebook. "Here. He'll need this to catch up before school starts."

The man chuckled as he accepted the book. "You're a lifesaver, Rin-chan. Hou-chan's lucky to have a friend like you to keep him on track."

"It's no trouble," Rinne replied evenly, standing and tidying her place. "But you really should remind him. I can't always be his safety net."

As she moved to leave, she placed a few coins on the counter, but Mr. Ichinose waved them off.

"Not today," he insisted with a grin. "Consider it a thank-you for putting up with my son."

Rinne hesitated before nodding. "Very well. Thank you for the meal." She adjusted her bag and headed for the door.

"Take care, Rin-chan!" Mr. Ichinose called after her, already bustling back to the kitchen. "Time to wake Hou-chan before he misses school!"

The door swung shut behind her, the faint strains of her MP3 player resuming as she walked away into the morning light.

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The world shimmered like a dream painted in vivid strokes, the colours brighter than reality yet softened at the edges, as if viewed through a frosted glass. A young boy around 7 or 8 years old stood in the middle of a strange yet familiar place, its vastness both comforting and mysterious. The air buzzed with an energy he couldn't name, and the sky above shifted between hues of gold and azure. It felt like a memory, but one he couldn't fully grasp.

Ahead, under the shade of a tree with leaves that shimmered like silver, a little girl around the boy's age stood waiting. Her long black hair fell freely, swaying gently with the breeze, and her white and red priestess outfit gleamed softly in the light. She cradled a basket in her arms, her stance casual yet confident. Beside her, a tiny hopper-like creature chirped and leaped about, its movements filled with uncontainable excitement.

"Hoppa! Hoppa, ho!" The hopper creature chirped happily as it saw the little boy came closer to it and the little girl.

"Finally!" she called out, her voice teasing yet familiar. "What took you so long? Did you get lost again?"

The boy blinked, startled by her sudden remark, but he couldn't stop the smile that crept onto his face. "I didn't get lost! I was just… busy." He held up the sketchbook in his hands, gripping it tightly as if it were a precious treasure. "I wanted to finish these first."

The girl tilted her head, her lips curving into a playful smirk. "Oh? Let me see." She set the basket down and reached for the sketchbook, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

The boy hesitated, clutching the book to his chest. "Be nice, okay? I worked really hard on these."

"Relax, I'm always nice," she said, rolling her eyes. "Now, hand it over."

Reluctantly, the boy passed the sketchbook to her, watching nervously as she flipped through the pages. Her expression shifted from mild interest to amusement as she examined his drawings—landscapes, animals, and a few clumsy attempts at portraits.

"Well, well," she said, her tone light but mischievous. "Not bad. You've improved. A little."

"Just a little?" The boy frowned, crossing his arms. "Come on, give me some credit! I've been practicing every day."

She smirked, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm… maybe a tiny bit more than a little. But you've still got a long way to go if you want to win that competition your mom signed you up for."

"Hey!" The boy groaned, throwing his hands up. "You don't have to rub it in."

"It's my job to keep you grounded," she said with a shrug, flipping to another page. "Besides, I brought something for you too."

She knelt down and opened the basket, revealing an assortment of oddly shaped rice balls, overcooked fish, and a jar of lumpy stew. "Behold! My culinary masterpiece."

The boy's face fell. "Oh no…"

"Hoppa…" The little hopper also chirped with fear as it saw the girl's creation.

"Don't 'oh no' me!" she said, picking up a rice ball and holding it out to him. "Here, try it."

He eyed the rice ball warily, as if it might explode. "Do I have to?"

"Of course! I made it just for you," she said, her voice daring him to refuse.

With a resigned sigh, the young boy took a bite. The texture was… wrong. The taste was an assault of saltiness and sweetness, neither blending well. He struggled to swallow, his face contorting.

"Well?" she asked, her hands on her hips. "What do you think?"

"It's…" He paused, searching for a diplomatic answer. "It's unique."

She glared at him, her cheeks puffing out indignantly. "It's not that bad!"

"It's crunchy," he said flatly, holding up the rice ball like evidence.

"It's supposed to be!" she shot back, grabbing another one and biting into it herself. Her face twisted slightly, but she quickly masked it. "See? Perfectly fine."

"Hoppa! Hop, hop, hoppa!" The hopper-like creature chirped loudly, bouncing between them as if laughing. The boy smirked. "Even it knows you're lying."

"Oh, shut up!" she said, swatting playfully at the creature, which hopped onto her shoulder and chirped again, clearly enjoying the chaos.

Their banter continued, filled with laughter and teasing remarks, until she flipped through the sketchbook again. Her teasing demeanour softened as she came across a series of drawings depicting a blue-armoured hero with sleek, hopper-like motifs. The hero's design was detailed, its lines bold and sharp, with a helmet adorned by an arrow-like crest.

"What's this?" she asked, holding up the page with a raised eyebrow.

The boy's face turned crimson. "N-Nothing!" He lunged for the book, but she pulled it away, grinning.

"It's your hero, isn't it?" she said, her tone amused. "You're still into those superhero shows, huh? How childish."

"They're not childish!" He protested, his embarrassment only growing. "They're cool! They're about hope and protecting people."

"Hope, huh?" she said, tilting her head. "I wouldn't know. We don't have a TV at the shrine, remember?"

The boy huffed, crossing his arms. "Well, maybe you should get one. Maybe, we can watch that show together in my home with Mom and Dad. Then you'd understand."

She smirked. "I think I'll stick to drawing and cooking. At least I'm not obsessed with guys in silly costumes."

"They're not silly!" He said, puffing his cheeks. "They're awesome! And one day, I'll draw a hero even cooler than the ones on TV."

"Sure, you will," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "But until then, I'll just keep laughing at these."

Despite her teasing, there was a flicker of admiration in her eyes as she looked at the sketches, as though she could see the passion behind them.

"Hoppa, ho!" The hopper-like creature chirped in agreement, hopping onto the boy's head and nuzzling him.

As the laughter died down, a quiet moment settled between them. She closed the sketchbook and gazed at the horizon; her expression wistful. "Do you think…" she began softly, her voice uncharacteristically serious. "Do you think we'll always be like this? Together, I mean."

The boy blinked, startled by the question. "Of course," he said without hesitation. "Why wouldn't we be?"

She smiled faintly, her hands clasping together. "I don't know. Things change. People grow up. But… I hope we don't. I hope we can stay like this forever."

The boy felt a lump in his throat. He stepped closer, holding out his pinky. "Then let's promise. No matter what happens, we'll always be friends."

Her eyes widened slightly before she smiled, linking her pinky with his.

"Hoppa!" The hopper-like creature chirped and wrapped its tiny appendage around their fingers, sealing the promise.

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice carrying a rare sincerity. "Houtaro."

Hearing his name from her lips filled the boy, called Houtaro, with warmth. He opened his mouth to respond, to say her name in return, but the world around him began to blur. Her face faded, her voice echoing like a distant melody.

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A much older Houtaro's eyes snapped open as the alarm blared beside him. He sat up, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The dream lingered in his mind, vivid and hauntingly real. He touched his face, realizing his cheeks were wet with tears.

"What… what was that?" he murmured, his voice trembling. The details of the dream were slipping away, but the emotions remained, leaving an ache in his chest.

His eyes drifted to his desk, where his sketchbook sat untouched. Slowly, he reached for it, flipping through the pages until he found the drawing of the blue-armoured hero. His fingers trembled as he traced the lines, his heart clenching with a strange, hollow pain.

"I don't remember showing this to anyone…" he whispered, tears spilling onto the page. "But it felt so real."

The weight of the dream pressed down on him, filling him with a profound sense of loss. He clutched the sketchbook to his chest, the tears falling freely now. "Why… why does it feel like I've forgotten something important?"

The room was silent save for his quiet sobs, the hollow ache in his heart growing heavier with each passing moment.

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Houtaro stepped out of his room, the faint glow of early morning sunlight filtering through the hallway window. His movements were sluggish, his usual energetic demeanour replaced by a pensive air. He rubbed his eyes, still trying to process the dream that lingered in his mind. The images of the girl in the priestess outfit, the hopper-like creature, and the warmth of their bond felt so vivid, yet so intangible.

As he shuffled toward the bathroom, his thoughts spiralled. Who was she? Why does it feel so real? The hollow ache in his chest grew heavier with each step, as though the dream had left behind a piece of itself, demanding to be remembered.

Before he could dwell on it further, the sound of hurried footsteps snapped him out of his reverie. Turning his head, he saw his father, Mr. Ichinose, bounding up the stairs with his usual lively energy.

"Oi, Hou-chan! Wake up, wake up!" his father called, his voice carrying a mix of urgency and excitement.

Houtaro blinked, startled by the sudden intrusion. "Dad? What's with all the shouting? It's barely six in the morning," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes again. "Can't you give me half an hour more? I was about to—"

"Not today!" Mr. Ichinose interrupted; his tone unusually firm. But as he drew closer, his sharp eyes narrowed slightly. "Wait a second. What's with that face? You look like someone stole your sketchbook. What's wrong, Hou-chan?"

Houtaro hesitated, caught off guard by his father's observation. "I… it's nothing," he muttered, averting his gaze.

"Nothing, huh?" Mr. Ichinose crossed his arms, his expression softening into concern. "Come on, spill it. You're not the type to sulk first thing in the morning."

"It's not sulking!" Houtaro protested, though his voice lacked its usual vigour. He sighed, realizing there was no escaping his father's persistence. "Fine. I… had this weird dream."

"Oh? A weird dream?" Mr. Ichinose raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a teasing grin. "What kind of weird dream? Don't tell me you're dreaming about Rin-chan already—"

"DAD!" Houtaro's face flushed crimson. "It's not about her! It's—ugh, just let me explain!"

Mr. Ichinose chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Go on, then."

Houtaro took a deep breath, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his pajama shirt. "There was… this girl who seemed to by my childhood friend. She had long black hair, kind of like Kudo's, but it wasn't her. She was wearing a priestess outfit, and there was this hopper-like creature with us. We were… I don't know, just hanging out. Talking. Laughing. She even teased my progress in drawing too. It felt so real, like I'd known her forever. But I don't remember ever meeting someone like that in real life."

His father listened quietly, his teasing demeanour giving way to genuine interest. "A priestess, huh? Long black hair? And a hopper-like pet?" He scratched his head, his brows furrowing. "I can't say I remember you having a childhood friend like that, Hou-chan. Especially not a priestess. You were so shy as a kid; you'd hide behind your mom every time we went out. Befriending a girl like that? Sounds like something out of a story."

Houtaro frowned, his shoulders slumping slightly. "That's what I thought too. But… it didn't feel like a regular dream. It felt like a memory, something I forgot. And if it's real, then… I broke a promise."

"A promise?" Mr. Ichinose tilted his head.

Houtaro nodded slowly. "In the dream, we promised to stay together, no matter what. But I don't even remember her name. It's like she just… disappeared from my life, and I didn't even notice." His voice wavered, the ache in his chest resurfacing. "What if she's real, Dad? What if I forgot someone that important?"

Mr. Ichinose reached out, ruffling his son's messy hair with a gentle chuckle. "Hou-chan, if she's real, you'll find her someday. But you've got to believe it'll happen. If you keep imagining the worst, you'll never see the good stuff coming."

Houtaro looked up, his father's words settling into his heart. "You really think so?"

"I know so," Mr. Ichinose said with a confident nod. "You're a dreamer, Hou-chan. Use that imagination of yours. If you want to find her, start by believing she's out there."

A small smile tugged at Houtaro's lips. "Thanks, Dad."

"Anytime, kiddo." Mr. Ichinose patted his shoulder, then grinned mischievously. "But I've got to ask… are you sure this dream girl isn't Rin-chan? Long black hair, a close bond, teasing you about your drawings—it's all lining up."

Houtaro's face turned beet red. "Dad! It's not her! I mean, yeah, she has long hair, and yeah, she teases me sometimes, but—ugh, it's just not her, okay?!"

Mr. Ichinose laughed, thoroughly enjoying his son's flustered state. "Alright, alright. But you've got to admit, dreaming about a girl at your age? It's only natural. Puberty hits hard, doesn't it?"

"Stop it, Dad!" Houtaro groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Kudo and I are just friends! That's it! And I'm not… I'm not dreaming about her like that!"

His father smirked but decided to let the teasing drop—for now. "Alright, I'll give you a break. But speaking of Rin-chan, she did say something important when she stopped by earlier."

Houtaro perked up slightly, his curiosity piqued. "Oh? What did she say?"

"She said you forgot your homework. Again." Mr. Ichinose gave him a pointed look. "Apparently, she even left you a book to help you finish it. Sound familiar?"

Houtaro froze, his eyes widening in realization. "Oh no…"

"Oh yes, this was from Rin-chan again, Hou-chan," Mr. Ichinose said as he handed Houtaro the book.

"Now, get yourself ready and take care of that before school, or Rin-chan's going to have your head. Man, she's so generous to always give you all the homework answers like this, especially early in the morning. She didn't have to, but she clearly cares enough to help you every time. Make sure you properly thank her when you see her at school today."

Houtaro's face lit up as he accepted the book. "Of course, Dad! Oooohhh… thank you so much, Kudo!" he squealed, clutching the book like a lifeline.

Mr. Ichinose chuckled at his son's antics. "Alright, since you're back in high spirits, it's time for you to dress up for school. I've already got breakfast ready for you downstairs. You can eat while finishing your homework."

"Yes, Dad. Thanks so much!" Houtaro replied, his voice brimming with renewed energy.

Houtaro sighed but couldn't help the small smile that crept onto his face. The weight of the dream still lingered, but his father's encouragement had rekindled a sense of hope. As he headed toward his room again to freshen up, he silently promised himself that one day, he'd uncover the truth about the girl in his dream.

As he dressed in his school uniform and prepared his bag, his thoughts also lingered on Rinne's constant support. I can't let her down, he thought, determination burning in his chest.

Once ready, Houtaro headed downstairs and took a seat at the dining table. Without wasting time, he opened both his own book and Rinne's, diving straight into his homework. The aroma of freshly baked bacon sandwiches and warm milk wafted through the air as Mr. Ichinose placed a plate and a glass beside him.

"Here's your breakfast, Hou-chan. Eat up while you work," his father said with a smile.

"Thanks, Dad!" Houtaro replied, grabbing the sandwich with one hand while scribbling answers with the other. For a few minutes, the only sounds in the café were the scratching of his pen and the occasional crunch of bacon. But the peace didn't last long.

"Houtaro! Houtaro! Are you already awake?!" a panicked voice called from outside, growing louder with each repetition.

Both Houtaro and his father turned toward the door just as it burst open, revealing a boy around Houtaro's age. He wore the same school uniform and was out of breath, his thick curly hair bouncing as he leaned on the doorframe for support. His glasses were slightly askew from what must have been a mad dash to the café.

"Oh, Kajiki/Ryo-chan," Houtaro and his father said in unison, recognizing the boy immediately.

"Good morning, Uncle," Kajiki said politely to Mr. Ichinose before rushing over to Houtaro. "But more importantly—Houtaro, have you finished it?!"

"Finished what?" Houtaro asked, momentarily confused. He reached for his glass of milk to take a sip but ended up choking slightly when Kajiki leaned in too close, his urgency catching him off guard.

"The chemistry homework!" Kajiki exclaimed, his voice bordering on desperation. "I just remembered it this morning! I ran straight here because I knew you'd forget after our long session last night!"

"Oh, that?" Houtaro said, a grin spreading across his face. "Relax, Kajiki. We've got it covered, thanks to Kudo." He held up Rinne's book triumphantly.

Kajiki's eyes widened in disbelief. "No way… don't tell me Kudo—"

"Yes, she saved us again!" Houtaro said with a laugh. "Come on, let's finish it together before school starts."

Kajiki's shoulders sagged in relief as he plopped down beside Houtaro. "Thank God for Kudo. I don't know what we'd do without her." He pulled out his homework book and grabbed a pen. "Alright, let's do this."

"Here you go," Houtaro said, sliding Rinne's book over to Kajiki. The two boys quickly got to work, their earlier panic giving way to focused determination.

Meanwhile, Mr. Ichinose approached with a fresh plate and glass. "Here's your breakfast, Ryo-chan. A heated bun and some hot milk to keep you going."

"Thanks, Uncle!" Kajiki said, taking a grateful bite of the bun. "And yeah, we'll definitely thank Kudo properly later."

Houtaro nodded in agreement. "Man, Kudo is just so nice to us. I still remember the first time she lent us her book when we forgot our homework. She didn't have to, but she did anyway."

Kajiki laughed. "I know, right? Honestly, when I first saw her in class, I thought she'd be the ice queen type—distant and untouchable. But once you get to know her, she's actually really kind."

"Totally agree," Houtaro said, smiling.

"But," Mr. Ichinose interjected, his tone playful but firm, "don't get too dependent on Rin-chan, you two. While she's been a great help, you boys need to start handling your homework yourselves. She's hardworking enough as it is, coming here every morning. Don't make things harder for her."

Both boys straightened up and saluted in unison. "Yes, Dad/Uncle!"

Mr. Ichinose chuckled at their synchronized response. "Good. Now, get to it."

As the boys returned to their homework, Mr. Ichinose leaned against the counter, watching them with a fond smile. "Man," he murmured to himself, "seeing Hou-chan like this, it's like looking into a mirror of my younger self. That straightforwardness, that boundless imagination… where did it all come from, Tama-san?"

His gaze shifted to a framed photo on the kitchen wall. The image showed a much younger Houtaro, around seven or eight years old, holding up a drawing of a blue-armoured figure riding a unicorn across a rainbow. A bronze medal hung around his neck, marking his third-place win in a drawing competition. Beside him, Mr. Ichinose and a woman with long, flowing hair—Tamami Ichinose—stood proudly. The sunlight streaming through the window obscured her face, but her gentle presence radiated from the photo.

"Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," he said softly, a nostalgic smile tugging at his lips.

---

The city stretched out below, bathed in the soft golden hues of early morning light. On top of a tall, weathered building, a lone figure stood against the breeze, her form draped in a dull, tattered mantle. The fabric swayed gently, obscuring most of her body, though her silhouette betrayed her feminine figure. From under the hood, a pair of sharp golden eyes peered through binoculars, scanning the bustling streets below with a mix of focus and irritation.

The girl sighed heavily, lowering the binoculars for a moment to rub her temple. Her bangs, a dark blue shade, framed her face, with a single red strand of hair curiously standing out against the rest. Her expression was one of pure annoyance, her lips curled into a slight sneer.

"Tch. Why am I always stuck with these boring survey jobs?" she muttered, her voice low and venomous. She clicked her teeth in frustration, glancing down at the streets again. "How am I supposed to find a good candidate just by staring through these stupid binoculars?"

Despite her complaints, the girl raised the binoculars again and resumed her task. Her sharp gaze darted across the cityscape, scanning rooftops, alleys, and bustling sidewalks. Every so often, she clicked her teeth again, her patience wearing thin. Minutes dragged on with no results, her irritation growing until a soft, melodic chime echoed in her ears.

PING, PONG, PANG, PONG.

"Good day, Millaarc!" A cheerful, feminine voice rang out, its tone warm and teasing. "This is your big sis, Vanessa! How's it going on your end?"

The girl, named Millaarc, rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath. "No good at all, Vanessa. Haven't seen a single decent candidate."

"Is that so? Well, things have been a bit awry lately," Vanessa replied with a dry chuckle.

"Hmph? Did the boss scold you again?" Millaarc asked, her tone laced with mock curiosity.

"Well…" Vanessa hesitated for a moment before sighing. "I don't usually share this kind of thing, but since it's you, maybe I can spill. Just promise not to blurt this out to Elsa-chan, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. It's our policy not to stress the kid out with all the nitty-gritty stuff anyway," Millaarc replied with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Vanessa's voice softened slightly. "The boss is pretty upset with us. Ever since that fiasco at the Zwei Wing concert six months ago, our performance has been… less than stellar. And that 'surprising factor' that ruined everything? It's still messing with our plans."

Millaarc's grip on the binoculars tightened, her jaw clenching. "Don't remind me. That concert should've been a turning point for us. If it weren't for those wretched Alchemists meddling in our business…" She trailed off, her voice simmering with restrained anger.

Vanessa sighed again. "What's done is done. But because of our declining performance, the boss has tightened her grip on resources. Remember how we used to get plenty of those special blood packs? Now, we're down to a single pack."

"Hmph. Stingy as always," Millaarc muttered. "So, who's getting it?"

"Well, that's the question, isn't it?" Vanessa replied thoughtfully. "I was thinking of giving it to Elsa-chan. She's the youngest and the weakest of the three of us. You and I can manage without it for now."

Millaarc clicked her teeth again but nodded begrudgingly. "Fine. Give it to her. My body's tougher than hers, and I can hold out longer. Besides, I've got my own ways of dealing with emergencies."

Vanessa's tone brightened. "I knew you'd understand! You're such a good little sister, Millaarc. If I were there, I'd give you a big hug and a kiss!"

"Ugh. Spare me," Millaarc replied, shuddering dramatically. "Anyway, I've got work to do."

"Alright, alright. Just let me know if you find anything interesting," Vanessa said, her voice trailing off.

Millaarc refocused her binoculars, scanning the streets again. This time, her gaze landed on two teenage boys walking through the neighbourhood. Both wore school uniforms, their steps light and cheerful. One had thick curly hair and glasses, while the other carried a sketchbook under his arm. Millaarc's eyes narrowed as she watched the boy with the sketchbook hand it to his friend, who opened it eagerly.

Inside were illustrations of ghostly figures, eerie shadows, and scenes of paranormal activity. Though the drawings weren't professional-grade, they carried a unique charm and a noticeable improvement in skill. Millaarc's lips curled into a sinister smile as she observed the boys' animated conversation.

"Ooohhhh! As expected from my best friend! Your drawings are amazing, Houtaro!" the curly-haired boy exclaimed, flipping through the pages with excitement.

"Haha, it's nothing, Kajiki," the boy with the sketchbook replied, scratching the back of his head. "I've still got a lot to learn."

Millaarc's smile deepened as she tapped her ear, reactivating her connection to Vanessa. "Oi, Vanessa. I think I've found something interesting."

"Oh? Finally spotted a candidate?" Vanessa's voice perked up.

"Yeah. A couple of boys. One of them's got… potential," Millaarc said, her tone dripping with malice. "Don't worry, though. I can handle this on my own."

"Alright, Millaarc. Good luck! And remember, if you do well, there's a big hug waiting for you!" Vanessa teased.

"Yeah, yeah. Save it for later," Millaarc replied, shutting off the connection with a tap. She reached into her mantle, pulling out a card with a dark, glossy surface. The image of a black tarantula adorned the card, its spindly legs poised as if ready to strike. The name Catchula gleamed in bold letters above a red icon resembling a clawed hand.

"This is going to be fun," Millaarc murmured, her sinister smile widening as the tarantula on the card twitched and let out a faint, eerie sound.

"Cathu…" The tarantula inside the card squirmed in fear, beckoning what would come later.

---

The lively buzz of Class 2-A filled the air, a symphony of chatter, laughter, and the occasional scrape of chairs against the floor. Students were scattered in their usual cliques, some animatedly discussing their favourite anime or video games, while others focused on their phones or buried themselves in books. A few even dared to nap, heads resting on folded arms atop their desks. It was the typical chaos of a morning just minutes before the bell rang.

In stark contrast to the bustling energy, Kudo Rinne sat quietly at her desk in the far corner by the window, her expression serene as she gazed out at the clear blue sky. One earphone dangled loosely from her ear, while the other remained snugly in place, playing a soft tune from her customized mp3 player. She hummed along softly, her fingers lightly tapping the desk in rhythm with the music. The scene outside the window—a tranquil view of the school courtyard—felt worlds apart from the noisy classroom behind her.

Rinne was unbothered by her classmates' lack of attention toward her. She had long since grown accustomed to the solitude, finding comfort in her own company. Her mind wandered as she watched the clouds drift lazily by, her humming the only sound grounding her in the present.

That was, until a sudden, breathless voice jolted her from her thoughts.

"Good… morning… Kudo… Thanks for… your help…" Kajiki's raspy voice broke through the noise as he stumbled to her desk, his face flushed and his breaths laboured.

Rinne turned her head, her calm demeanour unchanged as she took in the sight of Kajiki and Houtaro, both hunched over and panting heavily. Their dishevelled uniforms and sweaty faces made it clear they had run all the way to class. She unplugged one earphone and raised an eyebrow. "Good morning, Ichinose-kun, Kajiki-kun. Sit down and catch your breath. Drink some water—it'll help."

"Good idea… Thanks, Kudo…" Kajiki wheezed, collapsing into his seat beside Houtaro.

Houtaro, seated directly next to Rinne, managed a weak smile as he flopped into his chair. "Morning… Kudo…"

The two boys fumbled for their water bottles, gulping down the contents in desperate attempts to steady their breathing. Rinne watched them with a mix of amusement and exasperation. It took a few minutes, but eventually, they regained enough composure to speak properly.

"Thanks for waiting, Kudo," Houtaro said, his usual grin returning as he reached into his bag. He pulled out the book Rinne had lent him that morning and held it out to her. "You're a lifesaver! I don't know what Kajiki and I would've done without you. Seriously, thanks so much."

Kajiki clasped his hands together in a gesture of gratitude. "Same here, Kudo! I was the one who dragged Houtaro into that late-night session, so I feel extra guilty for making us forget the homework. Sorry—and thank you!"

Rinne accepted the book with a slight nod. "You're welcome, but let this be a reminder to take your schoolwork more seriously. You can't keep relying on me to bail you out every time."

"Haha, yeah, we know, Kudo," Houtaro said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "Thanks for the advice."

Rinne's gaze sharpened as she looked directly at Houtaro. "I seriously don't understand how you two can be so forgetful about homework. I know you have your hobbies, but school is important too. Especially you, Ichinose-kun. While I respect your interest in drawing, it's clear your hobby distracts you more than it helps."

"Ah, really, Kudo?" Houtaro replied, his tone defensive. "I don't think my drawings are that much of a—"

Before he could finish, Rinne flipped open her homework book and held it up, revealing pages adorned with caricatures, sketches, and doodles that Houtaro had absentmindedly drawn. His face turned bright red as he let out a nervous laugh.

"See this, Ichinose-kun?" Rinne said, her voice tinged with irritation. "Even when you had barely any time left to finish your homework, you couldn't resist scribbling in my book. Care to explain?"

"Well… uh… I'm sorry, Kudo," Houtaro stammered, his shoulders slumping. "Sometimes ideas just pop into my head, and I can't help but draw them. It's a habit…"

Rinne sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "At least keep your 'habits' in your own notebook next time."

"I mean… it's not like my drawings are that bad," Houtaro mumbled, his tone defensive. "They're not childish or anything…"

Rinne's eyes gleamed mischievously as she pulled out her phone. "Oh? Let's see if you can still say that after this."

"Huh? What are you—" Houtaro leaned forward, his curiosity quickly turning to horror as Rinne displayed a series of photos. Kajiki leaned in as well, his eyes widening.

"Oi, Houtaro… isn't that—"

"W-W-WHAT?!" Houtaro's voice cracked as he recognized the images. They were photos of his childhood drawings—the ones his father had shown to Rinne that morning. His cheeks turned scarlet as he flailed in embarrassment. "How did you get those?!"

"Ara, didn't your father show them to you earlier?" Rinne replied with a sly smile. "He let me take a few pictures. I thought they were worth keeping."

"K-K-Keeping?! Why would you—"

"Well, I was thinking of sharing them online," Rinne teased, her tone playful yet calm. "After all, you said your drawings weren't childish, right?"

"NO! Please don't, Kudo!" Houtaro begged, his voice rising in panic. "I can't handle that kind of embarrassment!"

Rinne tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Why not? If you're so confident in your work, there shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Houtaro groaned, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "Okay, okay! I admit it—they're childish! Just don't post them, please!"

Rinne chuckled softly, slipping her phone back into her pocket. "Relax, Ichinose-kun. I only sent them to you. Consider it a gift."

Houtaro blinked, his panic subsiding as he checked his phone. Sure enough, the photos were sitting in his private messages. He let out a relieved sigh. "You scared me half to death…"

"Think of it as payback for making me deal with your distractions," Rinne said, her teasing smile returning. "But don't worry—I won't share them. For now."

"Geez, Kudo…" Houtaro muttered, pouting slightly. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't help but smile at her unexpected playfulness.

As the bell rang, signaling the start of class, Houtaro glanced down at the photos on his phone. A wave of nostalgia washed over him as he stared at his childhood drawings, memories of simpler times flickering in his mind. These really take me back… he thought, a small smile tugging at his lips as he remembered the event he had this morning with his father and Kajiki.

---

The morning sun cast a warm glow through the windows of Café Ichinose, illuminating the small table where Houtaro and Kajiki sat. Their notebooks, pens, and Rinne's borrowed homework book were strewn across the surface, the aftermath of a frantic hour spent catching up on their forgotten assignments.

"Hah! Finally done!" Houtaro exclaimed, leaning back in his chair with a sigh of relief. He stretched his arms above his head, the tension in his shoulders easing. "How's it going on your end, Kajiki?"

Kajiki, seated across from him, scribbled the last answer into his notebook before setting his pen down with a triumphant grin. "Done too, Houtaro! Thank goodness Kudo lent us her book. I don't think we'd have managed without her."

"Agreed. She's a total lifesaver," Houtaro replied, his voice tinged with gratitude.

"Well then, you two better make sure to thank her properly later," Mr. Ichinose chimed in as he approached the table with two glasses of milk. "Here, some refills to keep your energy up for the day."

"Thanks, Dad/Uncle!" the boys said in unison, reaching for the glasses. They gulped the milk down eagerly, their earlier exhaustion giving way to a renewed sense of accomplishment.

As they set their empty glasses back on the table, Mr. Ichinose's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Oi, Hou-chan, check this out!" He held up a stack of papers in his hands, fanning them out like a deck of cards. "I found these in the storage yesterday."

Houtaro's expression froze as he recognized the colourful pages. "Wha… What!?" he stammered, his face flushing red. "Where did you find those, Dad!?"

"Hm? What's this about?" Kajiki asked, leaning forward to get a better look. But before he could, Houtaro leapt from his seat, frantically trying to block Kajiki's view.

"Nothing! It's nothing!" Houtaro blurted, his voice high-pitched as he waved his arms defensively. "Don't look, Kajiki!"

"Huh? Why not?" Kajiki said, his curiosity piqued. "Are those… your drawings?"

"Hou-chan, what's the big deal?" Mr. Ichinose said, feigning innocence. "You used to be so proud of these when you were little. Always showing them off to everyone!"

"That was years ago!" Houtaro protested, his cheeks burning. "I don't want anyone seeing them now!"

Kajiki tilted his head, a sly grin forming on his face. "Come on, Houtaro. We've been friends for ages. Do you really think I'd make fun of you?"

Houtaro hesitated, his defences faltering. "Well… Promise you won't laugh?"

"Cross my heart," Kajiki said, miming the gesture. "Now let me see!"

With a resigned sigh, Houtaro took the drawings from his father and handed them to Kajiki. He fidgeted nervously as his friend flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning each one with growing interest.

"Oh wow!" Kajiki exclaimed, his grin widening. "These are amazing, Houtaro! No wonder your current drawings are so good. You've been practicing since you were a kid!"

"Really?" Houtaro asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You don't think they're… childish?"

"Not at all!" Kajiki said, his tone earnest. "Sure, they're kids' drawings, but they're so full of imagination and passion. You can see how much effort you put into them."

Houtaro's shoulders relaxed, a smile breaking through his earlier embarrassment. "Thanks, Kajiki. I thought I'd die from shame if you didn't like them."

"Haha! See, Hou-chan?" Mr. Ichinose said, clapping his son on the back. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Ryo-chan's having a blast looking at your work."

"Uncle's right," Kajiki added, flipping to another page. "And look at this one! A blue warrior fighting a giant monster while riding a phoenix? That's epic!"

"Oh, that one!" Houtaro said, his enthusiasm building. "I remember drawing that after watching one of my favourite superheroes shows as a kid. What was it called again…?"

"Kamen Rider, right, Hou-chan?" Mr. Ichinose supplied, his smile nostalgic.

"Yes, Kamen Rider!" Houtaro exclaimed. "I loved that show. There were three Riders I remember most vividly. One had a red stag beetle motif and could change colours. Another had a half-red, half-blue design, like a rabbit and a tank. And the last one used book to summon a dragon!"

"Ah, those were the days," Mr. Ichinose said with a chuckle. "Too bad they stopped making the show after those three Riders."

Kajiki nodded thoughtfully. "I think I've heard of Kamen Rider before. It's cool to see how much it inspired you, Houtaro."

"Well… It's a little embarrassing to admit," Houtaro said, scratching his cheek. "But yeah, it really fuelled my imagination back then."

"And it shows!" Kajiki said, holding up a sketch of the blue-armoured warrior. "This guy is awesome. Is this your original design?"

"Yeah," Houtaro said, his eyes lighting up. "This is my idealized version of that Kamen Rider for me. He's got grasshopper-like armour and uses steam-powered gadgets to fight. I always imagined him coming to life and protecting people."

Kajiki grinned. "Man, you've got some serious talent, Houtaro. You should consider becoming a mangaka or an illustrator."

"Well…" Houtaro hesitated. "It doesn't feel like my 'Gotcha'.'"

"Gotcha?" Kajiki repeated, puzzled.

"It's something Hou-chan used to say," Mr. Ichinose explained. "Whenever he finished a drawing, he'd shout, 'Gotcha!' Like he'd captured his imagination on paper."

"Exactly," Houtaro said, nodding. "I want to bring my imagination to life—not just on paper, but for real. That's my Gotcha."

Kajiki's smile softened. "That's an amazing dream, Houtaro. And I know you'll make it happen someday."

"Thanks, Kajiki," Houtaro said, his voice filled with gratitude.

As the clock struck 7:00, Mr. Ichinose clapped his hands. "Alright, boys, time to pack up! School starts in half an hour."

"Thanks for everything, Dad/Uncle!" the boys said in unison as they gathered their belongings. With a wave, they stepped out into the neighbourhood, ready to face the day.

Back in the café, Mr. Ichinose glanced at a family photo on the kitchen's counter. His gaze lingered on the smiling faces of his wife and young son, a wave of nostalgia washing over him. "Tama-san… You'd be so proud of our boy," he murmured, before returning to his work with a renewed smile.

---

The Class 2-A of Furasu High School buzzed with its usual morning energy, students chatting, laughing, and preparing for the day. Despite the lively atmosphere, Houtaro Ichinose found himself unusually quiet, sitting at his desk and unpacking his books. His mind, however, was far from the humdrum of the classroom.

Still mildly annoyed at Rinne, he couldn't shake off the memory of her teasing him earlier. She'd come dangerously close to giving him a heart attack by pretending to share his childhood drawings online. While it turned out to be a joke, the thought still made him pout inwardly.

"Why does she have to be so cruel sometimes?" he thought, stealing a glance at her from the corner of his eye.

Rinne, seated beside him, was utterly unbothered, her earphones snugly in place as she gazed out the window, humming softly to herself. Despite his irritation, Houtaro couldn't deny that there was something captivating about her. The way her long black hair cascaded down her back, catching the morning light, reminded him of something—or someone. His cheeks flushed slightly as he quickly turned back to his desk, fiddling with a pencil to distract himself.

"She's kind of cute… but also annoying as heck," he muttered internally, feeling the heat rise to his face.

Then, his thoughts drifted to the dream he'd had that morning—the mysterious girl with long black hair, dressed in a priestess outfit, and the hopper-like creature by her side. "Could it be…? Was Kudo that girl from that dream?" The more he thought about it, the more the pieces seemed to align.

The girl in his dream had teased him about his drawings too, just like Rinne did. And her long black hair… it was so similar. His heart thudded in his chest as he glanced at Rinne again, trying to picture her in a priestess outfit.

"Could it really be her?" he wondered.

But the idea seemed ridiculous. How could he just ask her something like that? "Hey, Kudo, were you my childhood friend from some forgotten memory?" He imagined her reaction—probably a withering glare or worse, another round of teasing.

Still, the thought wouldn't leave him. As he stole another glance, his imagination ran wild, picturing Rinne as the girl in his dream, her hair flowing, her voice gentle yet teasing. His face turned an even deeper shade of red.

"Why are you staring at me, Ichinose-kun?"

Her voice jolted him out of his thoughts. Rinne had removed one earphone and was now looking at him with a raised eyebrow, her expression a mix of curiosity and mild amusement.

"Wha—! I wasn't staring!" Houtaro stammered, quickly averting his gaze. "I was just… uh… thinking!"

Rinne tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a faint smirk. "Thinking? About what? Or should I say… about who?"

"N-No one!" Houtaro blurted, his voice cracking slightly. He could feel Kajiki's amused gaze from the other side of the desk, though his friend wisely stayed silent.

Desperate to change the subject, Houtaro blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Hey, Kudo, I've always wondered—what kind of music are you listening to all the time? You seem to really enjoy it."

Rinne blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. Slowly, she removed the remaining earphone, the faint melody of a song spilling out. "Oh? Curious, are we?" she said, her tone teasing. "I didn't think someone like you, whose head is always in the clouds of imagination, would care about music."

"Well, maybe I don't," Houtaro admitted, crossing his arms. "But after your little stunt earlier, I think you owe me an answer."

Rinne chuckled softly, her smirk growing. "Still salty, huh? Fine, I'll tell you. I'm listening to 'Zwei Wing.' Ever heard of them?"

"Zwei what?" Houtaro said, tilting his head.

"Zwei Wing," Rinne repeated, her tone flat. "And the song is 'Gyakkou no Flugel.'"

"Gyakkou no… what now?" Houtaro fumbled over the unfamiliar words, his tongue tripping on the foreign syllables. "Yeah, no. Never heard of them."

Rinne sighed, shaking her head. "I figured as much. You're hopeless, Ichinose-kun."

"Hey! At least I asked," Houtaro retorted, though his pout only made Rinne roll her eyes.

"Wait, did you say 'Zwei Wing'?" Kajiki interjected, leaning forward with sudden interest. "No way! You're a fan of Zwei Wing too, Kudo?"

Houtaro blinked in surprise. "Wait, you know them, Kajiki?"

"Of course, I do!" Kajiki said, grinning. "They're amazing! I didn't know you liked them, Kudo. That's awesome!"

Rinne raised an eyebrow. "And I didn't expect you, of all people, to have decent taste in music, Kajiki-kun. Maybe you're not as hopeless as your friend here."

"Hey, Kudo, please don't tease it like that anymore! By the way, Kajiki, I'm also surprised to hear that you follow up on stuff like that besides your love for occult topics," Houtaro said, a mix of curiosity and amusement in his voice.

Kajiki adjusted his glasses and smirked. "Oi, Houtaro, just because I'm into occult and horror stuff doesn't mean I don't have other interests. I like music, anime, sports, and a bunch of other things too, you know."

Without waiting for a reply, Kajiki eagerly pulled out several items from his bag and laid them on Houtaro's desk. There were posters, pin badges, stickers, wristbands, and a few CDs, all emblazoned with the name Zwei Wing. One of the posters immediately caught Houtaro's attention—it prominently featured two girls in elaborate outfits.

The first girl had long, thick, crimson hair that cascaded like a fiery waterfall, her matching red eyes brimming with energy. The second girl had equally long pink hair styled into two horn-like curls at the top, with cyan eyes that exuded elegance. Both wore intricate performance outfits that seemed designed to captivate an audience.

"Wow, you really went all out for this, Kajiki," Houtaro said, his tone a mix of awe and disbelief. "You've got a whole collection here."

Kajiki beamed. "Of course! How can I not? Zwei Wing is amazing! Their music, their performances, everything about them is just… top-tier!" He sighed dreamily before adding, "Though, my mom isn't too happy about how much I've spent on merch. But hey, it's my money, so I can use it how I want, right?"

"Let me guess," Houtaro said with a smirk. "Your big plan to submit your occult article today is partly so you can afford even more of this stuff, isn't it?"

Kajiki scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Well… maybe. But can you blame me?"

As the two boys talked, Rinne subtly leaned closer, her eyes scanning the items on the desk. While Kajiki's enthusiasm was palpable, Rinne's reaction was more reserved. Her gaze lingered on the poster, and a faint serene smile played on her lips, unnoticed by either boy. There was a little tint of sadness written on Rinne's face as she surveyed the posters of the members of Zwei Wing.

"Hmmm… Hey, Kajiki, I take it these two girls are the members of Zwei Wing, right?" Houtaro asked, pointing at the poster.

"Absolutely!" Kajiki said, practically glowing with pride. "Let me introduce you to them."

"Oh, uh… sure," Houtaro replied, chuckling nervously. He wasn't particularly interested in the details but didn't want to burst Kajiki's bubble.

Kajiki pointed to the red-haired girl first. "This is Amou Kanade-sama. She's got this fiery energy that lights up the stage. Her performances are powerful and uplifting, and her voice? Absolutely soothing! Kanade-sama's the kind of singer who makes you feel like you can take on the world."

He then gestured to the pink-haired girl. "And this is Maria Cadenzavna Eve-sama. She's the elegant counterpart to Kanade-sama's energy. Her performances are mesmerizing, with a graceful, almost regal presence. But don't let her refined looks fool you—her voice is commanding and strong, like it's reaching straight into your soul."

Houtaro nodded along, though he struggled to keep up with Kajiki's enthusiasm. "Sounds like they're pretty amazing," he said.

"They are!" Kajiki exclaimed. "I've been to a couple of their concerts, and let me tell you, their live performances are on another level."

"Huh? Wait, you've been to their concerts?" Houtaro asked, surprised. "Why didn't you ever invite me?"

Kajiki looked sheepish. "Well… tickets sell out super-fast, and I barely managed to snag one for their last big concert half a year ago. Besides, that was the same day your mom came home and, uh… let's just say you had other priorities."

"Oh, right…" Houtaro let out a dry laugh, remembering the scolding he and his dad had received from his mom that day after she found out Houtaro's less than stellar grade at the time.

Kajiki sighed wistfully. "You really missed out, though. That concert was unforgettable. Right, Kudo? You were there too, weren't you?"

Rinne, who had been quietly observing, suddenly stiffened. She glanced at Kajiki, then at Houtaro, before averting her gaze. "Ah… yeah. I was there. It was… amazing," she said, her tone unusually flat.

Houtaro frowned. "You don't sound very excited about it, Kudo. I thought you were a fan?"

"I am," Rinne replied curtly. "But unlike some people, I don't feel the need to gush like a child over everything I like." She shot Houtaro a pointed look. "At least I don't spend my time drawing childish sketches."

"Hey, let's not bring that up again!" Houtaro retorted, his face flushing.

Kajiki laughed, trying to ease the tension. "Alright, alright, let's move on. So, Kudo, if you had to pick, who's your favourite—Kanade-sama or Maria-sama?"

Rinne hesitated, her gaze flickering to the poster again. "If I had to choose… I'd say…"

Before she could finish, the classroom door creaked open, and the students scrambled to their seats.

"I guess that'll have to wait," Rinne said, pulling her earphones out completely and gesturing for the boys to tidy up their desks.

"Good morning, everyone. Take a seat now. Class will start soon," came a calm, yet commanding voice from the doorway.

The room fell silent almost instantly as a woman stepped into the classroom, her every movement exuding an air of authority. Saint-Germain, the homeroom teacher of Class 2-A, was nothing short of an enigma to her students. She was a striking figure, her long, greenish-white hair cascading down her back in a flawless waterfall, with the ends curling elegantly into a voluminous roll. Strands of her hair framed her face, softening the sharpness of her features. Her blue eyes, partially obscured by her stylish glasses, glinted with a mix of sternness and sharp intellect. She carried herself with the poise of someone who had seen and conquered far more than a classroom full of teenagers.

Her attire was impeccable: a tailored black cardigan over a blue blouse, paired with slim black trousers that accentuated her professional demeanour. Her white high heels clicked softly against the floor as she made her way to the front of the class, a stack of books balanced effortlessly in one hand.

The students scrambled to their seats in a flurry of motion, their earlier chatter evaporating like morning dew under the sun. Papers were shoved into bags, desks hastily cleared of doodles and snacks, and several students sat ramrod straight, hoping to avoid her piercing gaze.

Houtaro and Kajiki, sitting at the far back, exchanged nervous glances. They had barely managed to tidy up their desks after their conversation about Zwei Wing and were grateful for Rinne's earlier warning. Rinne herself sat composed, her books neatly arranged, and her posture as impeccable as always. She glanced at Houtaro and Kajiki briefly, her expression unreadable, before turning her attention to the front of the room.

Saint-Germain set her books down on the desk with a deliberate thud, her sharp gaze sweeping across the room like a spotlight. "Good morning, Class 2-A," she said, her voice smooth but carrying an undertone of steel.

"Good morning, Saint-Germain-sensei!" the class chorused in unison, their voices tinged with a mix of respect and trepidation.

Saint-Germain nodded approvingly, her expression softening just a fraction. "I trust you all had a productive Tuesday evening. And I trust that none of you have forgotten about the Chemistry assignment I gave you yesterday."

The mention of the assignment sent a ripple of unease through the room. Several students exchanged panicked looks, their whispers barely audible: "Wait, we had homework?" and "Oh no, I totally forgot!" Others slumped in their seats, resigned to their fate. Meanwhile, the more diligent students, including Rinne, remained unfazed, their books already on their desks.

At the back, Houtaro and Kajiki let out audible sighs of relief. They exchanged a quick glance of gratitude with Rinne, who merely rolled her eyes in response, her expression a mix of exasperation and amusement.

Saint-Germain clapped her hands sharply, silencing the murmurs. "Regardless of whether you remembered or not, I will now collect your Chemistry homework. Please bring your books to the front and place them on my desk. I expect order, not chaos."

The students shuffled hesitantly to the front in a semi-orderly line. Those who had completed their assignments walked with confidence, while the unprepared ones dragged their feet, mumbling half-hearted excuses as they approached the teacher's desk. Saint-Germain listened to each excuse with a raised brow, her expression betraying neither sympathy nor irritation. She simply nodded curtly, her lips pressed into a thin line, before motioning them back to their seats.

When it was Rinne's turn, she handed in her book without a word. Saint-Germain glanced at her briefly, her expression softening. "Well done as always, Kudo Rinne," she said, a rare note of approval in her tone.

"Thank you, Sensei," Rinne replied evenly before returning to her seat.

Houtaro and Kajiki were next. The two boys shuffled forward, their expressions a mix of sheepishness and relief. They handed over their books with awkward smiles.

"Ah, Ichinose Houtaro, Kajiki Ryo," Saint-Germain said, her tone sharp but not unkind. "I trust this morning was not spent in frantic panic trying to complete this?"

"Not at all, Sensei," Houtaro said, scratching the back of his head. "We, uh… had everything under control."

Kajiki nodded vigorously. "Totally under control."

Saint-Germain's lips twitched, as if suppressing a smile. "Hmm. See that it stays that way in the future." She gestured for them to return to their seats, and the boys quickly obliged, exhaling in relief as they sat down.

Once all the books were collected, Saint-Germain turned back to the class. "Thank you for your submissions. We will begin with homeroom, followed by our Chemistry lesson. Please open your notebooks and prepare to take notes."

As she began to write on the whiteboard, Houtaro couldn't help but marvel at the paradox that was Saint-Germain-sensei. Strict, yes, but fair. Intimidating, yet oddly reassuring. He glanced at Rinne, who was already jotting down notes with her usual focus. For a moment, he wondered if he'd ever manage to embody even half of her composure in the face of authority.

Kajiki leaned over and whispered, "Man, Saint-Germain-sensei's presence is no joke, huh?"

Houtaro nodded, whispering back, "Yeah, she's like a walking pressure cooker."

The two boys stifled their laughter as Rinne shot them a warning glance.

The lesson began in earnest, and the class settled into a rhythm, the earlier chaos fading into the structured order that Saint-Germain brought to the room.

---

The garden of Furasu High School stretched out like a verdant haven amidst the urban backdrop. Rows of carefully tended crops swayed gently, their leaves glistening under the warm morning sun. Around the edges, tall bushes and a handful of trees provided a lush frame, their thick greenery casting dappled shadows over the soil. This space was more than a teaching tool; it was a place of quiet solace, where students could learn the art of cultivation and occasionally harvest their hard work for seasonal festivals.

Amidst the tranquillity, the bushes rustled slightly, betraying the presence of something small and lively. A moment later, a peculiar hopper-like creature emerged from the dense foliage. Its body, a vibrant leaf-green, shimmered subtly in the sunlight, and its translucent yellow wings fluttered softly as it moved. The creature's bright pink eyes gleamed with curiosity, and its two delicate antennae twitched as it surveyed its surroundings.

"Hoppa…" it chirped softly, pausing to catch its breath after its brief escape from the thicket.

The hopper's gaze soon fell upon the rows of vegetables growing in the garden—lush cabbages, ripe tomatoes, and leafy greens that seemed to call out to its instincts. Its eyes lit up like twin lanterns, and it bounced excitedly on its three pairs of legs.

"Hoppa! Hoppa!" it cried, its voice high-pitched and jubilant as it hopped closer to the crops.

But just as it prepared to pounce on its newfound treasure, the hopper froze. Its gaze shifted toward the school building, drawn by something through one of the classroom windows. Squinting, it caught sight of a familiar figure sitting by the window—Rinne, listening attentively to the teacher with her characteristic composed demeanour. The hopper tilted its head, emitting a curious chirp.

"Hoppa?"

Its pink eyes darted to another figure beside Rinne. Houtaro, gesturing animatedly as he whispered something to her, his expressions shifting between curiosity and mild embarrassment. Though the conversation was inaudible from the hopper's position, it seemed to recognize the boy instantly. Its body trembled with excitement, and it began hopping up and down energetically.

"Ho! HO, PA, HO! HO, PA, HO!" it exclaimed, its cries growing louder as it leaped higher, clearly overjoyed.

Suddenly, a cheerful voice rang out nearby, startling the little creature.

"Another day, another work! Time to make this garden shine!"

The hopper froze mid-hop, its tiny body tensing as it scanned the area for the source of the voice. A series of approaching footsteps grew louder, and the hopper's antennae twitched in alarm. It quickly darted back toward the bushes but stopped short, realizing the foliage wouldn't provide sufficient cover. Its bright eyes spotted a nearby storage shack, the open window offering a perfect escape route.

With a burst of speed, the hopper sprang across the garden, its tiny legs propelling it in a series of swift, graceful arcs. As the footsteps neared, it leapt through the window of the shack, vanishing into the shadows just as a figure entered the garden.

The newcomer was a woman, likely in her early 30s, with an air of energy and confidence. Her turquoise hair peeked out from beneath a large, slightly worn cap, the loose strands catching the sunlight. Her pink eyes, vibrant and sharp, scanned the garden with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Dressed in a dirt-coloured shirt tucked into sturdy pants, with heavy brown boots completing the ensemble, she looked every bit the dedicated caretaker of this lush space. Despite the practicality of her attire, her figure was striking, the belt around her waist barely keeping her shirt in place over her generous bust.

"Hm… I could've sworn I heard something just now," she murmured, her voice tinged with curiosity as her gaze swept across the garden.

For a moment, she stood still, her gloved hands resting on her hips as she listened intently. The garden, however, remained silent, save for the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. After a few moments, she shrugged, dismissing the feeling.

"Well, I guess it's just my imagination. Hopefully, there aren't any pests sneaking around again. The last thing we need is another infestation."

She pulled her gloves tighter over her hands, her pink eyes gleaming with determination. "Alright, time to get to work! Let's make this garden the best it can be, Cagliostro!"

With a cheerful laugh, she strode confidently toward the crops, completely unaware of the hopper-like creature hiding in the shadows of the storage shack. Inside, the hopper peeked out cautiously, its pink eyes glinting with relief as it watched the woman begin her work. For now, it was safe, but the encounter had clearly left it on edge.

"Hoppa…" it whispered softly, retreating further into the shack as the day carried on outside.

---

The noon sun filtered through the tall windows of Class 2-A, casting soft patterns of light and shadow across the room. Despite the pleasant atmosphere, the students were anything but attentive. Saint-Germain, the ever-composed teacher with her striking greenish-white hair and air of authority, was delivering a lecture on history, her voice calm but commanding. Yet, history—a subject many found dreary—failed to capture the imagination of most of her pupils.

Houtaro Ichinose sat at the back, his head bent over his notebook. But instead of taking notes, his pencil danced across the page, sketching a blue-armoured Kamen Rider-like warrior. His strokes were deliberate, his focus unwavering as he added intricate details: hopper-like armour along the limbs, locomotive-inspired designs on the chest and helmet, and subtle engravings that gave the figure an air of nobility.

"Gotcha," Houtaro whispered to himself with a satisfied grin as he completed the sketch.

Beside him, Kajiki Ryo was equally absorbed—not in the lecture, but in perfecting his script for an occult magazine submission. He muttered softly to himself, occasionally scratching out lines and jotting down new ones with feverish intensity. The two boys were completely detached from the world around them, lost in their respective pursuits.

Rinne Kudo, seated beside them, couldn't help but notice. Her sharp gaze shifted from her notebook to her two seatmates, and she sighed, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Hey, Ichinose-kun," she whispered, her voice low but firm. "Are you seriously doing this in Saint-Germain-sensei's class?"

Houtaro blinked, momentarily startled, before flashing her a sheepish smile. "Oh, Kudo! Great timing! Look, I just finished this sketch—remember how you said my drawings were childish? Well, check this out! I've improved so much!"

Rinne's brow furrowed as she glanced at the sketch, then back at him. "That's not the point, Ichinose-kun. You should be paying attention to the lecture, not doodling. Your hobbies are fine, but there's a time and place for them. This isn't it."

Houtaro shrugged, his grin unfaltering. "Come on, Kudo. History isn't my thing. If I don't keep my hands busy, I'll fall asleep. And besides, Saint-Germain-sensei hasn't even noticed—"

"Not yet," Rinne interjected, her voice sharp. "But she will. And when she does, don't come crying to me."

Unfazed, Houtaro returned to his sketching. Rinne sighed again, her patience wearing thin. Turning to Kajiki, she said, "Kajiki-kun, back me up here. Tell Ichinose-kun to focus."

"Huh?" Kajiki barely looked up from his draft, his pen flying across the page. "Sorry, Kudo, I'm in the middle of something important. Talk to me after class, okay?"

Rinne's frustration deepened. "Oh, for goodness' sake," she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. "These boys…"

At the front of the room, Saint-Germain's lecture continued uninterrupted. Her poised demeanour betrayed no sign of irritation, but a faint, knowing smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she turned to face the class. "Alright, that's enough for today's lecture," she announced, her voice cutting through the murmurs. "But before we conclude, I have a little quiz for you all."

A wave of unease swept through the room. Students straightened in their seats, exchanging nervous glances. Some hastily flipped through their notes, while others froze, wide-eyed with dread. Houtaro and Kajiki, however, remained blissfully unaware, engrossed in their respective distractions.

Saint-Germain's sharp eyes scanned the classroom, her gaze lingering on the back row. Her smirk widened. "Let's start with… Ichinose Houtaro. Please stand up."

Houtaro didn't respond, too absorbed in shading the hopper-like designs on his sketch. Rinne nudged him with her elbow. "Ichinose-kun. Sensei is calling you."

No reaction.

Saint-Germain's voice grew louder. "Ichinose Houtaro!"

Still nothing.

Her patience snapped. "ICHINOSE HOUTARO!"

The classroom fell silent as every head turned toward the back. Houtaro jolted upright, nearly dropping his pencil. "Huh? Yes, Sensei?" he stammered, his face a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

"Seems like you had your own little world back there, Ichinose Houtaro." Saint-Germain's sharp, unamused voice sliced through the classroom air like a knife, freezing every student in their seat. Her piercing blue eyes fixed on the boy at the back, who was now the center of everyone's attention.

Houtaro jolted upright, his pencil rolling off his desk and clattering to the floor. His face flushed as he glanced around, realizing that every pair of eyes was now on him. "Y-Yes, Sensei," he stammered, forcing a dry laugh as he scratched the back of his head. His lips curled into an awkward smile, though it did little to mask the mortification bubbling within him.

Saint-Germain arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow, her hands clasped neatly behind her back. "Well, if you've been so absorbed in your thoughts, perhaps you can enlighten the class. During this period, I gave a lecture on the Renaissance era. Please, Ichinose Houtaro, stand and explain to your classmates the definition of the Renaissance."

The room fell silent, save for the faint sound of a chair scraping the floor as Houtaro rose to his feet. His palms felt clammy, and his heart pounded like a drum in his chest. "Renaissance…" he repeated, drawing out the word as he racked his brain for anything remotely relevant. His mind, however, was an infuriating blank.

"Huh… is that… um…" His voice faltered before he blurted out, "Is that someone who loves drawing?"

A ripple of laughter spread through the classroom, muffled giggles and snickers erupting from all corners. Kajiki buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with barely suppressed mirth. Even Rinne, seated beside him, let out a soft, exasperated sigh, though her lips twitched as if fighting back a smirk.

Saint-Germain pinched the bridge of her nose, her patience clearly wearing thin. "While that's not entirely incorrect—given that the Renaissance indeed produced some of history's most revered artists, such as Leonardo da Vinci—that is hardly the definition I was asking for."

The snickers grew louder, and Houtaro's face burned brighter than the setting sun. He glanced toward Kajiki, silently pleading for help, but his friend only gave him a helpless shrug.

Saint-Germain tapped her pointer finger against her desk, her expression now a mask of calm exasperation. "If Ichinose Houtaro cannot provide the correct answer, perhaps Kajiki Ryo can. Kajiki Ryo, please stand."

Kajiki's head snapped up, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Huh? Me too, Sensei?" he asked, his voice pitching slightly higher than usual.

"Yes, you, Kajiki Ryo," Saint-Germain replied, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Help your friend answer the question: What is the Renaissance era?"

Reluctantly, Kajiki pushed himself to his feet, the legs of his chair scraping noisily against the floor. He shot Houtaro a look of pure desperation, whispering out of the corner of his mouth, "Oi, Houtaro, do you know the answer?"

"How should I know?" Houtaro hissed back. "You think if I knew, I'd have said 'someone who loves drawing'?"

The two boys exchanged frantic whispers, their heads leaning close together as they tried—and failed—to come up with a coherent response. The class watched their antics with growing amusement, and even Saint-Germain's lips twitched, though she quickly suppressed it.

With a resigned sigh, she turned her gaze toward the third member of the trio. "Well, if neither of you can provide an adequate answer, perhaps Kudo Rinne can. Kudo Rinne, please stand."

The boys' heads whipped toward Rinne, their expressions a mix of relief and alarm. "Kudo?!" they exclaimed in unison, their voices carrying equal parts shock and betrayal.

Rinne, however, merely rolled her eyes and rose gracefully from her seat. "Yes, Sensei," she said calmly, her tone as composed as ever.

Saint-Germain gestured toward her. "Please enlighten your classmates about the Renaissance era."

Rinne nodded, her voice steady and confident as she began. "The Renaissance began in 14th-century Italy and marked a cultural rebirth inspired by classical antiquity. It was a time of significant advancements in art, science, and literature. During this period, scholars delved into alchemy—studying ways to transmute base metals into gold—and explored the—"

Saint-Germain raised a hand, cutting her off mid-sentence. "That's sufficient, Kudo Rinne. Thank you. You may take your seat."

Rinne inclined her head politely before sitting down, her expression neutral. The boys, however, were not spared. Saint-Germain's gaze returned to them, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"As for you two," she said, her voice dropping to a dangerously low tone, "I expect to see both of you after school for a little remedial lesson. Consider this a reminder of the importance of paying attention in class."

"EH?!" Houtaro and Kajiki exclaimed simultaneously, their faces pale with dread.

"But Sensei, I have something important after school!" Kajiki protested, his voice tinged with panic.

"No buts," Saint-Germain said firmly. "You will both stay. Let this serve as a warning to anyone else who thinks they can coast through my lessons."

The boys slumped back into their seats, their shoulders sagging under the weight of their impending punishment. Kajiki looked particularly crestfallen, and Houtaro leaned over to pat his back. "Don't worry, Kajiki," he whispered. "We'll get through it together."

Kajiki offered a weak smile. "Thanks, Houtaro. I just hope it doesn't take too long…"

Rinne, overhearing their exchange, crossed her arms and shot them a pointed look. "You brought this on yourselves. Perhaps next time, you'll take your studies seriously."

"Come on, Kudo, cut us some slack," Houtaro pleaded. "You know Kajiki's got something important today."

"Then, I will throw it back to you, Ichinose-kun. Had you paid enough attention to Sensei's lecture, you would have been able to answer her answer correctly and thus Sensei would not have chosen to ask Kajiki-kun in the first place."

"That's… You have a good point, Kudo…" Houtaro got a realization after hearing how Rinne made a fair point in her arguments. He started feeling bad toward Kajiki because he indirectly held his friend back down due to his own carelessness.

"I always remind you, and a several minutes ago too, that you may do your own things as much as you want but at least DON'T do it in class like this, especially you, Ichinose-kun!"

Houtaro opened his mouth to argue but found he had no rebuttal. Rinne's words stung, and for the rest of the period, he sat in awkward silence, stealing occasional glances at her as guilt gnawed at him. For the first time, he felt the full weight of her disappointment, and it was heavier than he'd anticipated.

"I'm a little disappointed here, Ichinose-kun. I had thought your hobby in drawing was acceptable but to think that leaded you to hold back even your own friend like this… Well, no point in conversing with a daydreamer like you." Rinne made another frustrated sigh.

Houtaro wanted to call on Rinne again and properly apologized to her. Unfortunately, the girl just glared toward him with a frown before shifting her gaze back to the front, leaving Houtaro dejectedly recalled his intention to call her up.

The rest of the period before the school ended was filled with an awkwardness for Houtaro. He was still assuring Kajiki that everything would be alright. However, he still felt a bit guilty after being called out by Rinne previously. He tried to attract some attention from Rinne in order to properly apologize but the latter was too absorbed in Saint-Germain's lecture and paid no heed toward him.

While he always felt that Rinne was acting distant and a bit introvert, this was the first time Houtaro had ever felt just how cold Rinne could be in her dour mood. This awkwardness was going on until the end of Saint-Germain's period and also the end of the school that day in 12.15.

The tension in the room was palpable as the school bell rang, signalling the end of the day for most students. The air buzzed with the sounds of bags being zipped and chairs scraping against the floor. But amidst the flurry of activity, Houtaro and Kajiki remained seated, their faces marked with resignation as they awaited their impending detention under Saint-Germain's watchful eye.

Across the room, Rinne packed her belongings with deliberate precision, her movements brisk yet composed. Her typically stoic expression remained unchanged, but there was an unmistakable coldness in her demeanour—a stark contrast to the warmth she occasionally showed to her seatmates.

Houtaro fidgeted in his seat, glancing toward Rinne with a mix of guilt and hesitation. He knew he had let her down, and the weight of her earlier words still lingered heavily on his mind. Summoning what little courage he had left, he finally called out to her.

"Ah, Kudo!" he blurted, his voice tinged with desperation.

Rinne paused mid-step but didn't turn to face him. Instead, she stood silently, her back to him, her posture rigid.

"What is it, Ichinose-kun?" she asked, her tone flat and devoid of emotion. "If it's about earlier, I suggest you save your energy. You'll need it for Sensei's lecture."

Houtaro flinched at her words, his heart sinking further. Her coldness stung more than he cared to admit, and he struggled to find the right words to bridge the growing distance between them.

"No… It's nothing, Kudo," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

"Then I'll be on my way," Rinne replied curtly, resuming her stride toward the door without sparing him a glance.

As she walked past Saint-Germain, the teacher's sharp blue eyes followed her, a faint crease forming on her brow. Despite her strict exterior, Saint-Germain couldn't help but notice the unspoken tension between Rinne and her seatmates. With a quiet sigh, she stepped forward to intercept Rinne.

"Kudo Rinne," Saint-Germain called softly, her voice laced with subtle concern.

Rinne stopped in her tracks and turned to face her teacher. The two exchanged a brief glance before Rinne leaned in slightly, her voice lowering to a whisper.

"Sensei, is there any information about more… 'assignments' after this?" she asked, her tone measured but carrying a hint of urgency.

Saint-Germain adjusted her glasses, her expression thoughtful. "Not for now. You may remain on standby within the Academy grounds. If anything arises, Prelati will inform you."

"Understood," Rinne replied with a nod. "And… I apologize for leaving my seatmates in your care. They're—" She hesitated, her gaze briefly flickering toward Houtaro and Kajiki before returning to Saint-Germain. "They're a handful, but they mean well."

"Hmph." Saint-Germain's lips curved into a small, knowing smirk. "I'll ensure they learn a proper lesson. You needn't worry about them."

"Thank you, Sensei," Rinne said, bowing slightly. She straightened and turned to leave but paused when Saint-Germain spoke again.

"Despite your demeanour, you care for them, don't you? Especially Ichinose Houtaro," Saint-Germain remarked, her voice softer than usual. "It seems your time with—"

"Sensei," Rinne interjected, her tone firm but respectful. "I don't dwell on the past. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

Saint-Germain regarded her silently for a moment before nodding. "Very well. Good luck, Kudo Rinne."

With that, Rinne exited the classroom, her movements fluid and purposeful. As she stepped into the hallway, she reached into her blazer pocket and retrieved her mp3 player. Slipping the earphones back in, she allowed the familiar strains of "Gyakkou no Flugel" to fill her ears, drowning out the cacophony of thoughts swirling in her mind.

Before disappearing entirely, she cast a fleeting glance back at the classroom. Her eyes lingered on Houtaro, slumped in his seat, and Kajiki, nervously tapping his pencil against the desk. A flicker of something unspoken crossed her face—regret, perhaps, or concern—but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Inside the classroom, Saint-Germain clapped her hands sharply, pulling the boys from their thoughts.

"Now that Kudo Rinne has left, we can begin your detention," she announced, her tone brisk but not unkind. "Ichinose Houtaro, Kajiki Ryo, I hope you understand why you're here."

"Yes, Sensei…" the boys mumbled in unison, their voices subdued.

Saint-Germain crossed her arms, her gaze softening slightly. "I don't enjoy punishing my students, but it's my responsibility to ensure you learn the importance of focus and discipline. Your antics today disrupted not only your learning but also that of your classmates."

Houtaro lowered his head, guilt etched across his face. "I'm sorry, Sensei. I'll try to do better."

Kajiki glanced at his friend before nodding earnestly. "Me too. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

Saint-Germain studied them for a moment before sighing. "Good. Now, let's get started. We'll begin by reviewing today's History lesson."

As Saint-Germain launched into her lecture, Houtaro stole a quick glance at the door where Rinne had disappeared. Her words echoed in his mind, a mixture of harsh truths and unspoken care. Resolving to make amends, he silently vowed to prove himself—not just to Saint-Germain, but to Rinne as well.

---

Rinne's footsteps echoed through the quiet corridors as she made her way toward the school exit. Her heart weighed heavy with guilt, her earlier harsh words to Houtaro replaying in her mind. She glanced back briefly toward Class 2-A, the image of Houtaro's dejected expression flashing in her thoughts. Normally, Zwei Wing's songs could calm her, but even the soothing melody of Gyakkou no Flugel playing in her ears couldn't quell the unease in her chest. She shook her head, trying to push the feelings aside.

To distract herself, Rinne reached into her blazer pocket and pulled out two cards and a ring. The first card bore the image of a majestic unicorn, glowing faintly as if alive. The second, a sun motif, remained still and lifeless. The ring in her hand was an ornate piece of craftsmanship, its guard resembling two hands converging to form a triangle, with an orange arrow-shaped jewel in the center. Sliding the ring onto her finger, she stared at the cards, her gaze lingering on the sun card.

"Am I really such a kind person?" she murmured, her voice barely audible.

"Unicon…"

The unicorn card emitted a soft, soothing cry in response, its image shifting slightly as if trying to comfort her. But her focus remained on the unmoving sun card. Her expression darkened, disappointment flickering across her face. Before her thoughts could spiral further, the orange jewel on her ring began to glow, pulling her back to reality. She tapped the jewel twice, activating a communication link, then adjusted the earphone in her ear.

"This is Kudo Rinne," she said firmly.

"This is Prelati. Thanks for picking up, Kudo Rinne-san," a stern yet composed voice replied.

"You're welcome, Prelati-sensei. I assume this is about another 'assignment'?"

"Correct. We've detected a new Chemy, designated as Steamliner, in the vicinity of the school. It's a level 9 Vehicle-type Chemy. Based on the readings, it's actively roaming nearby," Prelati explained.

Rinne's brows furrowed. "A level 9 Chemy… that's going to be a tough one."

"Indeed," Prelati agreed. "The good news is that higher-level Chemies are easier to track due to their stronger energy signatures. However, the risk of exposure is also greater. We need to ensure no civilians see it."

"Understood. I'll handle it," Rinne replied, her voice steady despite the challenge ahead.

"I would love to give you some assistance here. Unfortunately, I'm going to have a meeting with Dai…, ehem, I mean the field leader of MIA Tokyo Branch later and I will need to coordinate with them too if Steamliner's appearance attracts public's attention."

"I'm fine, Prelati-sensei," Rinne insisted. "Saint-Germain-sensei is busy with her class, and as for Calgiostro-sensei…" She hesitated, imagining the boisterous teacher's chaotic approach.

Prelati sighed knowingly. "Yes, Calgiostro's methods tend to attract unnecessary attention. Still, don't hesitate to call if you need help—though perhaps avoid Calgiostro unless absolutely necessary."

"Understood. I'll update you once it's resolved. Good luck with your meeting, Sensei," Rinne said before ending the call with a tap of her ring.

Sliding the earphones back into her pocket, Rinne took one last look at the two cards before stowing them as well. Rinne also took a little glance toward her class once again before making up her minds. She then took a haste and ran toward outside of the school as fast as she could.

---

The clock in the corner of the classroom ticked softly, marking the passage of time since Houtaro and Kajiki's detention had begun. The once-vibrant sunlight outside had mellowed into a warm afternoon glow, spilling through the windows and casting elongated shadows across the desks. The air was heavy with a mix of concentration and quiet tension as Saint-Germain continued her impromptu history lecture, her voice steady and authoritative.

For the first half-hour, she had painstakingly gone over the day's lesson, condensing it into a format that even the most distracted minds could grasp. Houtaro and Kajiki sat at their desks, their backs straight and eyes fixed on her. This was less out of interest and more because Saint-Germain's piercing gaze left no room for wandering thoughts. Notebooks open, pencils scratching, they worked to keep up with her concise explanations.

"Good. Now, let's see if you were paying attention," Saint-Germain declared as she clapped her hands together, signalling the start of the quiz portion of their detention. She handed out sheets of paper, her expression firm but not unkind. "I expect both of you to give this your best effort."

The next thirty minutes passed in near silence, save for the occasional scribble of pencil on paper and the faint rustle of pages. Saint-Germain circled the room with the measured pace of a hawk surveying its territory, occasionally pausing to offer a subtle hint or redirect their focus.

"Hah! Finally done!" Kajiki exclaimed, leaning back in his chair with a relieved sigh as he set his pencil down. His voice broke the quiet like a pebble tossed into a still pond.

Houtaro, however, placed his paper on the desk with far less enthusiasm. "I'm done too, Sensei," he muttered, his tone subdued.

Saint-Germain collected their papers with a nod, her sharp eyes catching the hint of melancholy in Houtaro's demeanour. Setting the quizzes aside, she folded her arms and fixed her gaze on him.

"Hey, Houtaro, why the long face?" Kajiki asked, leaning forward to peer at his friend. "We just finished the detention, didn't we? Isn't that a reason to celebrate?"

Houtaro's hand brushed over the edge of his notebook, where his earlier Kamen Rider-inspired sketch peeked out. His eyes lingered on it for a moment before he sighed. "I'm just… still thinking about what Kudo said earlier," he admitted. "She was right. I dragged you down with me, Kajiki. If I hadn't been so distracted with my drawings, we wouldn't have ended up here."

Kajiki blinked in surprise before waving a dismissive hand. "Come on, Houtaro, don't beat yourself up over that! I'm the one who couldn't answer Sensei's questions. If anything, this is on me too."

"But it's not just that." Houtaro's voice softened as he traced a finger over the lines of his sketch. "I let my passion for drawing get in the way of my responsibilities. I don't want to keep being a burden—to you, to Kudo, or anyone else."

Saint-Germain, who had been quietly observing their exchange, stepped forward. "Ichinose Houtaro," she began, her tone measured but carrying a hint of concern, "you're being far too harsh on yourself."

"Sensei…" Houtaro looked up at her, guilt flickering in his eyes.

She set the quiz papers on her desk and pulled out their homework books, flipping to the most recent assignments. "Your effort today was commendable, and your quiz results show improvement," she said, her voice softening. "But there's something else I need to address." She turned the books around, revealing the identical answers across Houtaro, Kajiki, and Rinne's submissions.

Houtaro's stomach sank. Kajiki winced. Neither of them could meet her gaze.

"Care to explain," Saint-Germain asked, her tone now sharper, "why your solutions are a perfect match to Kudo Rinne's?"

Kajiki scratched the back of his neck, trying to muster a response. "Uh, well… we might've, uh, gotten a little help from her…"

"A little?" Saint-Germain raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "I've been aware of this for months. Chemistry problems have countless ways to reach a solution, yet your steps are always identical to hers. I hoped you two would improve on your own, but clearly, I was mistaken."

Houtaro clenched his fists, Rinne's parting words echoing in his mind. They stung more now than ever. His gaze fell to his sketch, the lines and details suddenly feeling trivial in the face of his teacher's stern reprimand.

But then, as his eyes lingered on the drawing, a memory surfaced—of the red Kamen Rider he had idolized as a child. The hero had faced every challenge with unwavering courage, no matter how daunting. A spark of determination flickered in Houtaro's chest. He stood abruptly, startling both Kajiki and Saint-Germain.

"Sensei, I'm sorry!" he declared, bowing deeply. "I promise Kajiki and I will do better. We won't burden Kudo anymore. And…" He hesitated, his voice trembling. "I'll stop drawing if it means I can focus on my studies."

Before anyone could react, Houtaro pulled the sketch from his notebook, gripping it tightly. He began to tear it, but a firm hand stopped him.

"Oi, Houtaro, what are you doing?!" Kajiki's voice was filled with alarm. "You can't just give up on something you love!"

"But Kajiki—"

"No buts!" Kajiki interrupted, turning to Saint-Germain. "Sensei, this is my fault too. I kept Houtaro up late last night working on illustrations for my magazine submission. If anyone deserves detention, it's me!"

The two boys began arguing, each trying to take the blame. Saint-Germain watched them with a mix of exasperation and amusement. Finally, she raised her voice, silencing them both.

"Enough!" she said, her tone commanding. "Neither of you is entirely to blame. What matters is how you move forward. You can't change the past, but you can learn from it. And for the record, Ichinose Houtaro…" She softened, her eyes meeting his. "Don't ever think you have to give up your passion. It's part of who you are."

Houtaro's grip on the sketch loosened, his heart swelling with relief. "Sensei…"

Saint-Germain placed a hand on her hip, her expression resolute. "From now on, I expect you both to balance your studies with your hobbies. And don't rely on Kudo to carry you. She has her own battles to fight."

The boys nodded in unison; their resolve renewed. "Understood, Sensei."

"Good." She allowed a small smile. "Now, your detention is over. Go find Kudo Rinne and make things right."

"Gotcha, Sensei! I also plan to fully make up with Kudo later and I want to apologize her properly and tell our attention to make a study group. Let's go, Kajiki! I feel like Kudo was still in the neighbourhood during this time and we can find her while reaching your submission place along the way." Houtaro exclaimed excitedly as if he had gone through his funk previously before quickly packing his things up to his bag.

"Good idea, Houtaro! The submission time… It's still open until 3 P.M. so we still have quite some time too." Kajiki remarked while packing his things to in his bag while looking at the clock in the class.

"Well, then let's waste no time, Kajiki!" Houtaro then grabbed Kajiki's hand before dragging him away from the class.

"Oi, Houtaro, I haven't finished packing my things up! Man, I was the one who had the deadline here but seems like you are the one who is more eager and rushed than me."

As Houtaro and Kajiki packed their things, Saint-Germain watched them with a sense of pride. They had a long way to go, but she believed in them. As they dashed out of the classroom, their laughter echoing down the hall, she whispered to herself.

"Idiots like them might be exactly what Kudo Rinne needs… even if they don't realize it yet or else… She will break herself and there'll be no one else beside her."

---

The school garden was alive with the faint hum of cicadas, the occasional chirp of birds, and the earthy scent of freshly tilled soil. Calgiostro stood amidst the rows of thriving plants, her hands resting on her hips as she surveyed her work with pride. Dirt smudged her cheeks and her clothes, but her face was lit with a beaming smile.

"Phew!" she sighed, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "That's most of it done for today. Grow up big and strong, my little darlings! Just like your wonderful Sensei!" She giggled to herself, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

Her gaze wandered toward the school gate, where she spotted two familiar figures—Houtaro and Kajiki—walking briskly while engaged in animated conversation. Calgiostro's lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she watched them. Whistling softly, she sauntered toward the boys, her hands tucked casually into her pockets.

"Hey, Houtaro, slow down!" Kajiki protested, trying to free his wrist from his friend's enthusiastic grip. "We've got time for my submission. There's no need to sprint!"

"Come on, Kajiki!" Houtaro urged, his voice brimming with urgency. "The sooner we get moving, the better! We might even run into Kudo on the way. Let's not waste a second."

"Well, well," came Calgiostro's teasing voice as she stepped into their path, halting their progress. "If it isn't Saint-Germain's star slackers! Where are you two rushing off to?"

Both boys froze mid-step, their heads snapping toward the source of the voice. "Oh, Calgiostro-sensei!" they exclaimed in unison, their surprise evident.

"Yahooo, boys!" Calgiostro greeted, waving dramatically. "How's life treating you? Let me guess… Saint-Germain gave you a good earful, didn't she?" She chuckled, her tone light but her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Houtaro scratched the back of his head, his sheepish grin betraying his embarrassment. "Yeah, Sensei was as strict as ever. She gave us a solid lecture during detention."

Kajiki nodded in agreement. "It wasn't exactly fun, but… we deserved it. Honestly, it was our fault for not paying attention."

"Classic Saint-Germain," Calgiostro mused, crossing her arms and nodding sagely. "Strict as a drill sergeant, but deep down, she's just a big ol' softie. You know, she really cares about you kids."

"She does," Houtaro admitted, his tone thoughtful. "Her words might've been harsh, but they had a lot of heart. She wants us to do better. I don't want to let her down."

Kajiki smiled, clapping his friend on the back. "Same here. We'll make her proud, right?"

"Fufu, I like that attitude!" Calgiostro said, ruffling Houtaro's hair playfully. "Now, what's the rush? You boys seem like you're on a mission."

"Oh, Kajiki's got a story submission for an occult magazine," Houtaro explained. "We're trying to make it there before the 3 PM deadline."

"An occult magazine, huh? That's fantastic, Ryo-chan!" Calgiostro exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "You're really making a name for yourself, aren't you?"

Kajiki blushed faintly, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's just a submission for now, Sensei. No guarantees it'll get picked, but… I'm feeling good about it. Houtaro's been a huge help with the illustrations last night."

"Aw, that's adorable! A dynamic duo of talent!" Calgiostro clapped her hands together, her enthusiasm infectious.

"Well, we'd better get going, Sensei," Houtaro said, attempting to steer the conversation back on track. "We don't want to be late."

As the boys turned to leave, they felt a firm grip on their shoulders. Calgiostro leaned in, her face adorned with a pleading puppy-dog expression. "Wait just a second, boys. Sensei has a tiny favour to ask."

"Eh?" Houtaro groaned, spinning around to face her. "Sensei, we're kind of in a hurry! Can't it wait?"

"Oh, come on," Calgiostro said, clasping her hands dramatically. "It's nothing big; I promise! Just a teensy-weensy little request for my adorable students. Pretty please, Otakara-chan? Ryo-chan?"

Houtaro groaned again, his face turning red. "Sensei, stop calling me Otakara-chan! My name's Houtaro!"

"But Otakara-chan is so much cuter!" Calgiostro teased, grinning ear to ear. "It suits you perfectly."

Kajiki stifled a laugh. "What do you want us to do, Sensei?" he asked, already resigned to their fate.

"It's simple!" Calgiostro chirped. "I need you two to grab some fertilizer bags from the storage shed and leave them outside for me. They're way in the back, and it's too dark in there for little ol' me."

"That's it?" Houtaro asked, raising an eyebrow. "Sensei, you could do that yourself!"

"Oh, but I'm scared of the dark!" Calgiostro whined, clasping her hands dramatically. "And besides, it's a chance for you two to help out your dear, sweet teacher. Don't you want to be heroes?"

"Heroes, huh?" Houtaro muttered, rolling his eyes. "Kajiki, what do you think?"

Kajiki sighed, shrugging. "Let's just do it. We'll waste more time arguing."

"Fine," Houtaro relented. "But no more favours after this, Sensei!"

"Deal!" Calgiostro said, clapping her hands. "You boys are lifesavers! Sensei loves you both!"

As the boys trudged toward the storage shed, Calgiostro waved after them with a cheeky grin. "See you later, Otakara-chan, Ryo-chan! Sensei will go grab a snack and take a little break in the cafeteria!"

Houtaro muttered under his breath as they walked away. "I swear, Cagliostro-sensei's more trouble than Saint-Germain-sensei sometimes."

Kajiki chuckled. "Yeah, but at least she's fun."

The two shared a laugh, their earlier tension easing as they headed toward their next task.

The storage shack loomed ahead like an ominous relic of forgotten times, its rickety wooden frame creaking faintly in the breeze. Houtaro and Kajiki approached cautiously, the weight of Calgiostro's request settling uneasily in their minds. The dim light spilling from the single bulb above the door did little to dispel the foreboding atmosphere. The boys exchanged nervous glances before Houtaro reached for the handle.

"Here goes nothing," he muttered, pushing the door open with a reluctant creak.

The interior was worse than they had anticipated. The weak bulb inside cast long, erratic shadows that danced across the walls, leaving vast pockets of impenetrable darkness. Dust particles swirled in the air, illuminated like ghostly specks in the faint light. Houtaro hesitated on the threshold, his hand gripping the doorframe as his eyes adjusted to the gloom.

"Haha, I didn't think it'd be this creepy," he said, his nervous chuckle betraying his unease.

Kajiki stepped in behind him, his own smile faltering as he took in the dim, cavernous space. "Yeah… I think I understand why Calgiostro-sensei asked for help. This place is straight out of a horror story."

The two boys ventured deeper into the storage shack, their footsteps echoing faintly on the wooden floor. Rows of shelves loomed on either side, cluttered with gardening tools, bags of soil, and other supplies. The dim light barely reached the back of the shack, where the darkness seemed almost alive, shifting and swirling as if hiding secrets of its own.

"Hey, Houtaro," Kajiki whispered, pointing toward the shadowy far end of the room. "I think the fertilizers might be back there."

Houtaro squinted, straining to see. "Are you sure? That area's pitch-black. Who would put something important in a place like that?"

"Well, we've already checked the lit areas, and there's no sign of them," Kajiki reasoned, pulling his phone from his pocket. "Good thing we've got these. Flashlights to the rescue."

Houtaro nodded, retrieving his own phone and activating the flashlight. The narrow beams of light cut through the darkness, revealing more cluttered shelves and stacks of crates. The boys pressed on; their footsteps hesitant as they entered the unlit section of the shack.

"This place is way too dark," Houtaro muttered, swiping at a cobweb that brushed against his arm. "Even with flashlights, it feels like we're barely making a dent."

Kajiki chuckled nervously. "You know, this reminds me of those stories I've read in occult magazines. Creepy old storage rooms like this are always where something spooky happens."

"Oi, not funny!" Houtaro snapped, his voice a little higher than usual. "This is not the time for ghost stories!"

Kajiki held up a hand in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Just saying. But… you believe in ghosts, right?"

"Honestly?" Houtaro glanced around, his flashlight beam darting nervously. "I'm not scared of ghosts as much as I am of the dark itself. My imagination always runs wild in places like this."

Kajiki nodded thoughtfully. "Same here. It's not the darkness itself—it's what might be hiding in it. All those creepy things I've read about start coming to life in my head."

The boys shared a weak laugh, their voices bouncing off the walls. But their moment of camaraderie was short-lived.

CLANG

The sharp metallic noise shattered the quiet, reverberating through the shack like a warning bell. Both boys froze, their flashlights trembling as they instinctively scanned the area.

"Did you hear that?" Houtaro whispered, his throat dry.

Kajiki nodded, his eyes wide. "Y-yeah… Maybe it's just rats?"

"Rats don't make noises like that," Houtaro muttered, his grip tightening on his phone.

They pressed on, their steps slower and more deliberate. The air felt heavier now, every creak of the floorboards amplifying their unease. Then, another noise—closer this time.

CLANGCLANGBLAM

The boys jumped, nearly dropping their phones. Their beams of light darted toward the source of the sound, revealing a toppled rack with its contents scattered across the floor.

"Okay, that wasn't there before," Kajiki said, his voice trembling. "And I definitely closed the door when we came in."

Houtaro swallowed hard. "Maybe… Maybe it's just Calgiostro-sensei messing with us? You know how she is."

Kajiki latched onto the idea like a lifeline. "Yeah! That's gotta be it. She's probably hiding somewhere, waiting to jump out and scare us."

"Alright, Sensei!" Houtaro called, his voice cracking slightly. "We know it's you! You can come out now!"

Silence.

The boys exchanged another glance, their confidence waning. "Okay, Sensei," Kajiki tried, his voice wavering. "We're onto your prank. You can stop now."

Still, there was no response. The silence pressed down on them like a physical weight, broken only by the sound of their breathing. They moved cautiously toward the back of the shack, determined to finish their task and leave.

"There!" Kajiki whispered, pointing his flashlight at a stack of sacks in the corner. "The fertilizers!"

"Finally," Houtaro sighed in relief. "Let's grab them and—"

CRASHCRASHBAM

The loud, chaotic noise erupted just behind them, so close it made the boys stumble forward. Their flashlights swung wildly, illuminating nothing but empty air.

"Sensei?" Kajiki called, his voice barely a whisper. "If this is still your prank, it's not funny anymore…"

Houtaro's flashlight swept across the wall, and his heart nearly stopped. A shadow—large, misshapen, and unmistakably inhuman—moved against the wall. It had horn-like appendages and a warped, monstrous silhouette that sent chills down his spine.

"K-Kajiki…" Houtaro stammered, his voice barely audible. "Do you see that?"

"Yeah, Houtaro… I see it too. I doubt that rats could have such a terrifying silhouette like…"

"Don't tell it's a ghost or a monster…"

"Hey, but you are the one who insisted that this isn't a ghost or monster, right, Houtaro?"

"Yeah… But I can't imagine anything more than that right now, Kajiki… What should we do?"

"How should I know too!? Based on the approaching shadow, that thing was right behind us, Houtaro!"

"I guess we don't have any choice here. Let's surprise that figure instead. We can infer that it's only a singular thing here so we can catch it with the two of us here."

"Yeah, I don't think we have any choice here… But if it goes awry, what should we do, Houtaro?"

"Hmm…. I'll try my best to catch this thing's attention and you just run away as fast as possible and find Calgiostro-sensei, okay?"

"Hey, but that's way too risky, Houtaro! How can I leave you out in a place like this!?"

"But that's the only plan we have before that thing cornered us here, Kajiki! Please just do as I think okay, Kajiki?"

"Okay, if you say so, Houtaro… Just don't do anything reckless, okay?"

"I promise, Kajiki. Okay, let's then brace ourselves here. In a few moments, let's turn our body and catch this thing out."

Both Houtaro and Kajiki soon closed their eyes and took a deep breath to relax themselves for a brief moment of respite. They soon opened their eyes again with determination while still seeing the shadow of the weird figure behind them kept approaching slowly.

After bracing and fully prepared themselves, both Houtaro and Kajiki nodded against each other. The two boys soon turned their body back in a swift move to surprise and catch whatever they would see behind them.

"GOT YOU!" Houtaro and Kajiki exclaimed in unison…

They turned slowly, their hearts pounding as they prepared to confront whatever was lurking in the dark. But when they spun around, there was nothing there.

"Huh?" Houtaro's flashlight darted across the floor. "Where—?"

"...pa…"

A faint sound drew their attention downward. They lowered their flashlights to the floor, and their eyes widened in disbelief. There, in the beam of light, was a small, hopper-like creature. Its bright, glowing pinkish eyes stared up at them with curiosity, and it bounced energetically on its tiny legs.

"Hoppa! Hoppa, hoppa, hoppa, ho!" it chirped, its voice high-pitched and cheerful.

"A… hopper?" Houtaro and Kajiki echoed, their voices filled with shock and disbelief.

The creature tilted its head, as if amused by their reaction, before letting out another excited chirp. The boys could only gape, their fear momentarily replaced by sheer bewilderment at the strange and unexpected sight.

---

Cagliostro lounged in the cafeteria; her energy restored after munching through a plate of her favourite snacks. The faint hum of chatter from students filled the room, but she paid it no mind, too engrossed in savouring each bite of her cream-filled taiyaki. After all, tending the school garden all morning deserved some indulgence, she reasoned.

"Ahhh, this is the life," she sighed, brushing crumbs off her dirt-streaked uniform. "A little break after a long morning of gardening. My little sprouts are growing so well! Sensei's hard work is paying off."

She reached for her pudding, humming a tune under her breath, when a thought struck her. "Oh, right! My phone! Haven't checked it all day." Fishing it out from her pocket, she unlocked the screen, only for her cheerful expression to freeze.

Her notifications were a mess—dozens of missed calls from Prelati, all timestamped within the past half hour.

"Ugh, seriously, Prelati?" she muttered, the image of her colleague's sharp glare flashing in her mind. "That's not good. She's gonna blow a gasket…"

She hesitated for a moment, already imagining the tirade she was about to endure. But knowing Prelati, ignoring it any longer would only make things worse. The phone barely rang twice before a sharp, furious voice blasted through the speaker.

"CAGLIOSTRO! Do you realize how many times I've called you? What were you doing?!"

Cagliostro winced, holding the phone an inch away from her ear. "Geez, Prelati! Tone it down a notch, will ya? I was, you know, working. Tending the garden. Can't let my precious little plants go thirsty."

"Don't you dare try to brush this off with your ridiculous excuses!" Prelati snapped, her voice rising. "I wouldn't have called these many times if it weren't urgent!"

The word "important" made Cagliostro sit up straighter. She knew Prelati well enough to recognize when her tone shifted from mere annoyance to genuine urgency. "Alright, alright. I'm listening. What's got you so riled up?"

Prelati's words came fast and clipped, each one landing like a slap. "I picked up a Chemy signature near the school garden half an hour ago."

Cagliostro blinked; her snack forgotten. "A Chemy? Near the garden? You're kidding, right?"

"Do I sound like I'm kidding, Cagliostro?" Prelati snapped. "The readings indicate it might be a Level 1 or Level 2 Chemy. Lower-level Chemies have weaker radar signatures, so it probably slipped past our systems until now."

Cagliostro frowned, tapping her fingers against the table. "Well, that can't be right—I've been out there all morning, and I didn't see a thing. I mean, other than Otakara-chan and Ryo-chan."

There was a heavy pause on the other end of the line. "...Ichinose Houtaro-san and Kajiki Ryo-san were in the garden?" Prelati's voice was dangerously calm, the kind of calm that preceded an explosion.

"Y-Yeah," Cagliostro admitted, realizing too late she might've said too much. "But it's fine! I just asked them to help me move some stuff in the shack. No big deal."

"NO BIG DEAL?!" Prelati's voice thundered, drawing curious glances from students sitting nearby. "Are you telling me you left students in the vicinity of a potentially dangerous Chemy?!"

"Shhh! Keep it down, will ya?" Cagliostro hissed, shielding her phone with her hand. "Do you want the whole cafeteria to hear you?"

Prelati's voice dropped to an icy whisper. "Cagliostro, if anything happens to those two because of your negligence—"

"Relax, Prelati!" Cagliostro cut in, trying to defuse the situation. "If there was a Chemy in the garden, I'd have noticed by now. And besides, Rin-chan's around, right? You can just send her to check things out."

Prelati sighed, her frustration palpable even through the phone. "I can't. Kudo Rinne-san is currently handling a Level 9 Chemy—Steamliner—near the school. I would've called Saint-Germain, but Kudo Rinne-san specifically requested I not disturb her while she's dealing with Ichinose Houtaro-san and Kajiki Ryo-san's detention."

Cagliostro winced at the mention of the two boys. "Oof. Yeah, they're probably getting an earful from her…"

"Exactly," Prelati snapped. "Which leaves YOU as the only one available. If you'd been paying closer attention, you might have noticed something unusual. Or were you too busy eating dirt to notice anything else? And if you had answered my calls earlier—"

"Alright, alright! I get it!" Cagliostro interrupted, raising her hands in surrender despite no one being able to see her. "I'll head back to the garden and check it out. Happy?"

"Ensure their safety, Cagliostro. I mean it." Prelati's tone softened briefly before returning to its usual sharpness. "And for goodness' sake, stop shirking your responsibilities."

"Yeah, yeah, got it," Cagliostro muttered, rubbing her temples. "What about you? Can't you come help?"

"I have a meeting with the field leader of the MIA Tokyo Branch," Prelati replied, her voice softening slightly. "I don't have time to deal with your mess."

Cagliostro was about to quip back when she heard a faint knock on Prelati's end of the line, followed by a polite male voice.

"Prelati, this is me, the field leader of the MIA Tokyo Branch. I'm coming in."

Prelati's voice instantly transformed, adopting a sweet, melodic tone. "Ah, welcome in, Daik—ehem, field leader of the MIA Tokyo Branch. Please, take a seat."

Cagliostro barely suppressed a snort. "Wow, Prelati. You switch gears faster than a race car."

"Do your job, Cagliostro," Prelati said flatly before hanging up.

Cagliostro stared at her phone, shaking her head with a smirk. "Honestly, that woman… Sweet as honey to her old master, but to me? Just a storm of nagging and insults."
Her playful grin faded as she pocketed her phone and stood, her carefree demeanour giving way to a more focused expression. "Alright, Otakara-chan, Ryo-chan. You'd better not be getting into trouble without me."

Without another thought, Cagliostro darted out of the cafeteria, her steps quick and determined. The laughter and chatter of students faded into the background as she made her way toward the garden. The uneasy feeling in her chest grew stronger with every step, and she couldn't shake the thought that she might've unwittingly thrown her beloved students into something far beyond their understanding.

"Just hold on, you two," she muttered under her breath. "Sensei's on her way."

---

The sunlight bathed the school garden in a warm glow as Houtaro and Kajiki finally emerged from the dimly lit storage shack, each carrying a sack of fertilizer over their shoulders. Between them, the unusual hopper-like creature flitted about energetically, its bright pinkish eyes gleaming with curiosity. Its translucent wings hummed faintly, and its movements were so lively that it seemed to radiate pure joy.

Houtaro plopped the sack of fertilizer onto the ground with a relieved sigh, brushing the dust off his hands. Kajiki followed suit, though his gaze lingered on the creature hovering near them. The two boys settled onto a wooden bench nearby, the hopper promptly landing in front of them, chirping in a high-pitched tone that was almost melodic.

"Well," Houtaro began, leaning forward to inspect the creature more closely, "this little guy doesn't seem dangerous at all. It's actually kind of... cute."

"Hoppa! Hop, hoppa!" the hopper exclaimed, hopping in place with what could only be described as excitement.

Kajiki crossed his arms, his expression a mix of curiosity and scepticism. "Yeah, but cute doesn't mean normal, Houtaro. I mean, have you ever seen a grasshopper this big? It's the size of your chest!"

Houtaro chuckled nervously, reaching out a tentative hand toward the hopper. "Good point. But look at it—it's so friendly. I don't think it means us any harm."

"Ho! Hoppa, hoppa!" the hopper trilled, hopping onto Houtaro's lap with surprising grace for a creature its size. It nestled comfortably, its antennae twitching as if trying to read Houtaro's mood. Houtaro hesitated before gently petting it, his fingers brushing against the smooth, cool surface of its exoskeleton. The creature responded with a pleased purring sound, almost like a cat.

Kajiki leaned closer, squinting at the hopper. "I've read plenty of occult magazines, but I don't think I've ever come across a story about a giant hopper. Mythological beasts? Sure. But this? This is new."

"Well," Houtaro said, smiling faintly as the hopper nuzzled his hand, "even if we don't know what it is, I'm pretty sure it just wants to be friends."

The hopper's purring slowed, and it let out a quieter, more plaintive "Hoppa... hop... ho," as its energy visibly waned. It gazed up at Houtaro with what could only be described as puppy-dog eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong, little guy?" Houtaro asked, concern creeping into his voice.

"Hoppa... hop, hop," the hopper replied weakly, shifting slightly on Houtaro's lap.

Houtaro tilted his head. "Is it... hungry?"

Kajiki blinked, glancing at Houtaro before looking back at the hopper. "You think so? I mean, how can you even tell?"

"I don't know," Houtaro admitted with a shrug, "but it sounds like it's hungry. Why don't we try feeding it?"

Houtaro then reached down to pluck a handful of fresh grass from the ground. "Here, buddy. You're a hopper, so this should be your favourite, right?" He held out the grass expectantly.

"Hop... hoppa!" The hopper sniffed the grass briefly before turning its head away, letting out a dissatisfied "Hop, ho, ho!" in protest.

Kajiki raised an eyebrow. "A hopper that doesn't like grass? That's... weird."

"Let me try," Kajiki said, walking over to one of the garden's vegetable patches. He plucked a ripe, red tomato and held it out to the hopper. "How about this? Fresh from the garden."

The hopper nibbled on the tomato hesitantly, but after a moment, it spat it out with a disgruntled "Hoppa! Hop, hop, ho!" Kajiki raised an eyebrow. "Wow. Picky eater, huh?"

Houtaro laughed softly, though his curiosity deepened. "Alright, let's see if this works." He rummaged through his bag, pulling out a slightly squished sandwich wrapped in plastic. "It's just leftovers from breakfast, but maybe it'll do the trick."

Unwrapping the sandwich, Houtaro held it out to the hopper. The creature's antennae perked up immediately, and with an eager "Hoppa! Hoppa, hoppa!" it devoured the sandwich in one swift motion. Once finished, it let out a delighted trill, hopping onto Houtaro's chest and nuzzling against him in gratitude.

"Whoa! Okay, okay, I get it! You're welcome!" Houtaro laughed, squirming as the hopper's movements tickled him. "Quit it, you little rascal!"

Kajiki watched the scene unfold with an amused grin. "Looks like it's taken a real liking to you, Houtaro. Hey, do you think it has a name?"

The hopper chirped again, this time more distinctly. "Hoppa! Hoppa, ho! Hop!"

Houtaro tilted his head, as if trying to decipher the sound. "It... said its name is Hopper1."

Kajiki blinked. "Wait, you understood that? How?"

"I don't know," Houtaro admitted, scratching the back of his head. "It just... feels like I know what it's saying."

Kajiki leaned back, crossing his arms thoughtfully. "Hopper1, huh? Sounds like it knows you pretty well, too. Have you met it before?"

Houtaro opened his mouth to deny it, but the words caught in his throat. His mind flashed back to the dream he had that morning—the girl with the warm smile, the smaller hopper by her side. His heart skipped a beat as he glanced down at Hopper1, now purring contentedly on his chest. The resemblance was uncanny.

"Actually," Houtaro began hesitantly, "there's... something I need to tell you."

Kajiki raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"It's just..." Houtaro hesitated, glancing away. "I had this weird dream last night. There was a girl... and a hopper. It looked a lot like this one."

Kajiki leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "A dream? What happened in it?"

Houtaro hesitated again, but Kajiki's encouraging gaze gave him the confidence to continue. "I think... I think the girl in my dream was someone I knew. A childhood friend, maybe. She was with a hopper, smaller than this one, but... they're so similar."

Kajiki's eyes widened. "You think this is the same hopper from your dream?"

"I don't know," Houtaro admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But... it feels familiar. Like I've met it before."

"Hoppa! Hop, hoppa!" Hopper1 trilled, hopping up to perch on Houtaro's shoulder. It tilted its head, its bright eyes reflecting a deep sense of recognition.

Kajiki leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Well, if that's true, then maybe this isn't just some random encounter. Maybe there's more to this hopper—and your dream—than we realize."

Houtaro nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving Hopper1. "Yeah... maybe there is."

"Man, this little guy is something else," Houtaro said, stroking Hopper1's head gently. The hopper leaned into the touch, letting out a pleased "Hoppa... ho!" before nuzzling Houtaro's hand.

Kajiki leaned back, arms crossed, his expression contemplative. "It's still wild to me that this thing isn't freaking out or trying to run away. It's like... it knows you."

"Hoppa! Hop, hoppa!" Hopper1 chirped, bouncing slightly in Houtaro's lap as if agreeing with Kajiki's observation.

Houtaro chuckled nervously. "Yeah, but... why? I mean, I've never seen anything like this before. And yet... I don't know, it feels familiar somehow."

Kajiki raised an eyebrow. "Familiar? Like déjà vu?"

Houtaro hesitated, glancing down at Hopper1, who gazed back up at him with unwavering trust. "Kind of. It's hard to explain, but when I look at Hopper1, it reminds me of the dream I told you about. The one with the girl and the smaller hopper."

"Hoppa?" Hopper1 tilted its head, letting out a curious "Hoppa, ho?"

Kajiki tapped his chin thoughtfully. "So, you're saying this dream might actually be a memory? But here's the thing, Houtaro—I've known you since middle school, and you've never mentioned having a childhood friend like that. Let alone... a girl."

"I know, I know!" Houtaro groaned, his face flushing slightly. "It doesn't make sense! I don't remember her at all, but... it felt so real. And now with Hopper1 here, it's like—"

Kajiki interrupted with a teasing smirk. "Are you sure you're not just dreaming about Kudo? Long black hair, teasing you all the time—it sounds a lot like her."

Houtaro's face turned beet red. "Wha—Kudo!? No way! Why would I dream about her as my childhood friend!?"

Kajiki shrugged, clearly enjoying his friend's flustered reaction. "Hey, it makes sense. She's the only girl you're close to. Maybe your brain's trying to tell you something."

"Ugh, stop it, Kajiki!" Houtaro covered his face with his hands, groaning in embarrassment. Hopper1 tilted its head, letting out a confused "Hop, hoppa?" as if questioning what was happening.

Kajiki chuckled but decided to ease up. "Alright, alright. Let's focus on what we do know. Hopper1 seems to know you pretty well, so why don't we ask it? Maybe it remembers the girl."

Houtaro perked up at the suggestion. "Good idea!" He turned to Hopper1, who chirped expectantly. "Hey, Hopper1, do you remember a little girl? Someone who might've been with us when we were younger?"

"Hoppa... ho?" Hopper1 tilted its head, its chirps carrying a tone of confusion. It bounced slightly on Houtaro's lap, as if trying to process the question, but ultimately let out a soft, apologetic "Hop, hoppa..."

Houtaro sighed, slumping back against the bench. "Guess that's a no. Maybe I'm just imagining things."

Kajiki frowned, glancing at Hopper1. "Or maybe it's been so long that it doesn't remember either. Still, Hopper1's existence alone means there's some truth to your dream, right?"

Before Houtaro could respond, the sound of hurried footsteps reached their ears. Both boys turned to see Cagliostro jogging toward them, her hair bouncing inside the cap with each step. Her face was flushed, and she was clearly out of breath.

"Ah, Otakara-chan! Ryo-chan!" she called, waving as she approached. "You're still here! Thank goodness."

Panic flashed across Houtaro's face. "Oh no," he muttered, glancing down at Hopper1. The hopper tilted its head curiously, chirping softly.

"Hopper1, I'm so sorry about this," Houtaro whispered hurriedly as he scooped the creature into his hands. Despite its protests—"Hoppa! Hop, hoppa, ho!"—he gently tucked it into his bag, zipping it up just enough to keep it hidden. Hopper1 squirmed, letting out muffled cries of "Hop, hoppa!" but Houtaro patted the bag apologetically. "I promise I'll let you out soon, okay?"

By the time Cagliostro reached them, Houtaro and Kajiki were sitting as casually as possible, though their stiff postures betrayed their nerves.

Cagliostro bent over, hands on her knees, panting. "Phew... sorry... for running up on you like that. Are you two okay?"

"Y-Yeah!" Houtaro stammered, clutching his bag tightly. "We're fine! Nothing weird happened!"

Kajiki nodded quickly. "Yep, totally fine. We even got the fertilizers out of the shack, just like you asked."

Cagliostro straightened up; her usual mischievous smile replaced by a rare look of concern. "Good, good. But... are you sure you didn't see anything unusual? Like, I don't know, a strange creature or something?"

Both boys froze for a split second before forcing awkward laughs. "Nope!" Houtaro said quickly. "Nothing unusual at all!"

Kajiki chimed in. "Just dust and fertilizer. That's it!"

Cagliostro narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze flicking to Houtaro's bag, which wiggled ever so slightly. A faint, muffled "Hoppa... ho!" escaped, causing her to tilt her head.

"What was that?" she asked, pointing at the bag. "Did your bag just... move?"

Houtaro's heart raced. "Oh, uh, that? It's just... the wind! Yeah, the wind's really strong today!" He clutched the bag tighter, smiling nervously.

Cagliostro raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "The wind, huh?"

Sensing the tension, Kajiki quickly stepped in. "Sensei, didn't you say you wouldn't hold us up once we got the fertilizers? My article deadline is coming up, and we really need to go."

Houtaro nodded vigorously. "Yeah! We're already cutting it close. We should get going."

Cagliostro hesitated, her curiosity still piqued, but she sighed and waved them off. "Alright, alright. A promise is a promise. Go on, you two."

"Thanks, Sensei!" Houtaro and Kajiki said in unison, practically bolting toward the gate.

As they disappeared from view, Cagliostro crossed her arms, frowning. "Weird. Prelati said there was a Chemy here, but... nothing's adding up. Maybe I should check the shack myself. Ugh, I hate the dark..."

Meanwhile, outside the school, Houtaro unzipped his bag slightly, allowing Hopper1 to poke its head out. The hopper let out an indignant "Hoppa! Hop, hoppa, ho!" and headbutted Houtaro's forehead.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" Houtaro said, laughing sheepishly. "I just didn't want Sensei to freak out."

"Hoppa... hop," Hopper1 huffed before turning its head slightly as if it was still angry at Houtaro.

Seeing his new little fellow being upset, Houtaro pleaded for forgiveness to Hopper1. "I'm sorry, Hopper1! I'm truly sorry for stuffing you inside my crammed bag. Please forgive me…."

"Hoppa... hoppa…," Hopper1 huffed in again a but after a moment, it chirped happily again, nuzzling Houtaro's hand.

"Thank you, Hopper1! You're truly the best!" Houtaro exclaimed in happiness while petting the creature's appendages that touched his hands.

Kajiki smirked. "You know, Hopper1 kind of acts like Kudo when she's mad at you."

Houtaro's face turned red. "W-What!? No way! Hopper1's way cuter and nicer than Kudo!"

"Hoppa! Hoppa, ho!" Hopper1 chirped, tilting its head at the mention of Rinne.

Houtaro smiled, petting the hopper gently. "Kudo's a friend of mine, just like Kajiki. I think you'd like her. Oh, maybe we can introduce her to Hopper1 later too! Maybe that could lift her mood up after we soured her back at the class, right, Kajiki?"

Kajiki clapped Houtaro on the back. "Good idea, Houtaro but we should hurry up too. I still have a deadline that's not going to wait."

"Right!" Houtaro nodded, clutching his bag. "Let's go, Hopper1. We've got a lot to do."

With that, the two boys rushed off, Hopper1 chirping excitedly from Houtaro's bag.

---

The secluded park was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves as a gentle breeze passed through. Rinne sat slumped on a weathered bench, her breathing laboured and uneven. She clutched her injured right arm, blood seeping through her fingers and staining the already tattered sleeve of her uniform. Her left hand trembled as it tried in vain to apply pressure to the wound. Every slight movement sent a sharp pain shooting up her arm, but Rinne gritted her teeth, refusing to show any weakness.

In her injured hand, she clutched the Steamliner Chemy Card, its metallic sheen glinting faintly in the dappled sunlight. The card bore the image of a sleek, train-like creature surrounded by streaks of dynamic energy. The creature's horned visage seemed to glare back at her, almost mocking her struggle. Steamliner's capture had been anything but smooth, and Rinne couldn't help but let out a bitter chuckle as she glanced at the card.

"Troublesome little thing," she muttered through clenched teeth. "As expected from a Level 9 Chemy... You didn't go down quietly, did you?"

The card emitted a faint, blaring sound—Steamliner's displeasure echoing even from within its confines. Rinne sighed, tucking the card into her uniform pocket. "Yeah, yeah. Cry all you want. You're staying in there."

Her vision blurred momentarily, and she shook her head to clear it. She was losing too much blood. The makeshift pressure she applied wasn't enough, and her strength was waning. Just as she began to debate whether she could make it to a clinic on her own, a familiar voice reached her ears.

"Hey, isn't that Kudo?"

Rinne's head snapped up, her heart skipping a beat. Houtaro and Kajiki were approaching from the path, their casual chatter growing louder as they drew nearer. Panic flickered across her face, and she quickly shoved her injured arm behind her back, masking her pain with a strained smile.

Houtaro was the first to notice her. "Kudo! What are you doing here?" he called out, his tone filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Kajiki followed close behind. "Yeah, we thought you'd gone home. You look... uh, tired."

Rinne forced a teasing smirk onto her face, ignoring the pounding pain in her arm. "Ichinose-kun, Kajiki-kun! What a surprise. Don't tell me you're still out here because Saint-Germain-sensei gave you an extended lecture during detention?"

Houtaro rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Well... yeah, she did. But that's not important right now. Kudo, I—"

Before he could continue, Rinne cut him off with a playful scoff. "Let me guess. She gave you two an earful about paying attention in class? Honestly, Ichinose-kun, I'd expect nothing less."

Normally, Houtaro would've barked back at her teasing, but today, his expression softened. He took a step closer, his eyes earnest. "Kudo... I'm sorry."

Rinne blinked, tilting her head. "What's with the serious face, Ichinose-kun? Did Saint-Germain-sensei give an earful of scolding to you?"

"I mean it," Houtaro interrupted, stepping closer. "I'm sorry."

Her teasing smile faltered. "Huh?"

"I'm sorry for letting you down back in class," he continued, his voice trembling slightly. "You were right. I should've listened to you and paid attention to Saint-Germain-sensei's lecture. Instead, I was too busy doodling like an idiot. Because of that, I made things harder for you."

Kajiki nodded in agreement, stepping forward. "Same here. We've been relying on you way too much, Kudo. Saint-Germain-sensei even called us out for copying your homework all this time. It's not fair to you."

Rinne opened her mouth to protest, but Houtaro pressed on. "You've always been there for us, Kudo. You've helped us with homework, covered for us when we messed up, and put up with all our nonsense. And what do we do? We just keep piling our problems on you."

Kajiki added, "Houtaro's right. We're really sorry, Kudo. And we want to make it up to you. From now on, we're going to do better. We even talked about starting a study group so we can handle our own homework without dumping everything on you."

Rinne stared at them, her usual teasing demeanour replaced by a quiet, contemplative look. Despite the pain throbbing in her arm, a small smile tugged at her lips. "Well, it's about time you two learned a thing or two. I was starting to think I'd have to babysit you forever."

Houtaro chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I guess we deserved that."

Kajiki scratched the back of his head. "So... what do you say? Would you join us for the study group?"

Rinne's smile softened. "If it means you two actually improving your grades, then sure. I wouldn't mind."

For a moment, the tension lifted, and the three of them shared a brief laugh. Houtaro extended his hand toward Rinne. "Friends?"

Without thinking, Rinne reached out with her injured arm. The sharp jolt of pain made her wince, and she instinctively yanked her arm back, her face contorting for a brief moment before she masked it with a forced smile.

"Kudo, what's wrong?" Houtaro asked, his voice rising with alarm. His gaze dropped to her arm, catching a glimpse of the blood-soaked fabric. "Wait... are you hurt?"

Rinne quickly tucked her arm behind her back, shaking her head. "It's nothing. Just a little scrape from a passing vehicle. I'll be fine."

But Houtaro wasn't buying it. "A little scrape? Kudo, your sleeve is soaked in blood!"

Before she could protest, Houtaro stepped forward, gently but firmly taking her arm. His eyes widened in horror as he took in the sight of the deep gash and the steady stream of blood. "Oh my God, Kudo! What happened? This is bad—really bad!"

Kajiki paled at the sight, fumbling with his bag. "We need to stop the bleeding. Houtaro, here!" He handed over a large handkerchief.

"I'm sorry, Kudo. This might hurt, but I have to do this," Houtaro said, his voice trembling as he began wrapping the handkerchief around her arm. His hands shook, but his movements were careful and deliberate. "Why didn't you tell us you were hurt? You should've gone to a clinic right away!"

Rinne winced as he tightened the makeshift bandage, her lips pressing into a thin line. "You're overreacting, Ichinose-kun. It's just a scratch. I was going to get it treated."

"A scratch?" Houtaro's voice cracked, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "This isn't a scratch, Kudo! You're bleeding everywhere! How could you just sit here like nothing's wrong?"

Kajiki crouched beside them, his expression a mix of concern and exasperation. "Seriously, Kudo. You can't brush this off. What if it gets infected?"

Rinne let out a soft sigh, her gaze softening as she watched the boys work to stop the bleeding. "You two are really making a fuss over this."

"Hoppa!" a muffled chirp came from Houtaro's bag, as if Hopper1 was protesting Rinne's downplaying of her injury.

Houtaro looked up, his eyes meeting hers. "Of course we are! You're our friend, Kudo. How could we not?"

Kajiki nodded. "Forget the submission for now. Your arm is more important."

Their words struck something deep within her, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words. Finally, she murmured, almost to herself, "So this... is what it means to have friends."

Despite the pain, Rinne allowed a small, genuine smile to grace her lips as the boys continued to tend to her injury.

The pain in Rinne's arm throbbed with each beat of her heart, but her focus wavered as she watched Houtaro diligently tend to her injury. His brow was furrowed in concentration, and his hands, though trembling slightly, worked with a careful precision that mirrored someone who genuinely cared.

The scene before her tugged at something deep within her, pulling her thoughts back to a similar moment not too long ago—a quiet morning at Café Ichinose.

---

It had been a gruelling morning. The memory of her fight with a rogue Chemy still lingered in her mind. Her uniform had been scuffed, and shallow cuts adorned her hands and face. Exhaustion weighed on her, but despite the ordeal, she had made her way to Café Ichinose. She knew Houtaro all too well—he had likely forgotten his homework again. With her notebook tucked under her arm, she pushed open the door to the café, the familiar jingle of the bell announcing her arrival.

"Ah, Rin-chan! Good morning!" Mr. Ichinose greeted warmly from behind the counter, his smile as bright as the morning sun.

Rinne mustered a polite smile, trying to hide the exhaustion in her voice. "Good morning, Mr. Ichinose. Is Ichinose-kun still at home? I wanted to drop this off before heading to school."

But as she stepped closer, Mr. Ichinose's cheerful expression faltered. His eyes darted to the cuts on her face and hands, and concern washed over him like a tidal wave. "Rin-chan, what happened? Are you hurt?"

Rinne froze, realizing too late that she hadn't taken the time to clean herself up. She instinctively tucked her hands behind her back, forcing a weak laugh. "Oh, this? It's nothing. I just... tripped on the way here. You know how clumsy I can be."

Mr. Ichinose wasn't convinced. "Nothing? Rin-chan, you're bleeding!" Without waiting for her protest, he reached under the counter and pulled out a first-aid kit. "Come, sit down. Let me take care of that."

"Wait, no! I'm fine, really!" Rinne waved her hands in protest, stepping back. "I just came to drop off my notebook. I'm sure Ichinose-kun forgot his homework again, so—"

"Your kindness is appreciated, but your injuries come first," Mr. Ichinose interrupted, his tone firm but kind. "It won't take long. Please, sit."

Rinne hesitated, torn between insisting she was fine and the genuine concern in his voice. With a reluctant sigh, she sat at one of the café tables, allowing him to approach with the first-aid kit. "You're really overreacting, Mr. Ichinose," she muttered, her cheeks flushing faintly.

"Nonsense," he replied, kneeling beside her. "You're Hou-chan's friend, and that makes you just as important to me. Now, hold still."

As he dabbed a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic over a cut on her hand, Rinne winced, biting her lip to stifle a yelp. "Ow! You didn't have to press so hard!"

"Sorry, sorry," he said with a sheepish grin, his touch softening. "But I can't just leave it untreated. What kind of father would I be if I let one of my kids walk around injured?"

Rinne blinked, her protest dying on her lips. "I'm not your kid, Mr. Ichinose."

"You might as well be," he said with a chuckle, carefully wrapping a bandage around her hand. "You're always here, looking out for Hou-chan. Honestly, sometimes I think you're more responsible than he is."

Rinne pouted, crossing her arms. "Well, that's not a high bar to clear, considering how scatterbrained your son can be."

Mr. Ichinose laughed heartily, the sound warm and comforting. "True, true. But still, Rin-chan, you're like family to us. So let me fuss over you a little, okay?"

She opened her mouth to retort but found herself silenced by the sincerity in his words. Her pout softened into a small smile, and she murmured, "Fine. But don't expect me to call you Dad or anything."

"Deal," he said, ruffling her hair playfully.

"Hey! I'm not a kid!" she protested, swatting his hand away. But despite her words, she didn't pull back, allowing the gentle affection to linger for a moment longer.

---

Back in the present, as Houtaro tightened the makeshift bandage around her arm, Rinne couldn't help but notice the similarities. The same earnest care, the same focused determination. It was as if she were seeing a younger version of Mr. Ichinose before her.

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Like father, like son."

Houtaro paused, glancing up at her with a puzzled expression. "What was that, Kudo?"

"Nothing," she said quickly, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. "Just thinking about how much you remind me of your dad. You're both way too soft-hearted for your own good."

Houtaro blinked, his face turning a shade of pink. "W-What's that supposed to mean? I'm just helping because you're hurt! It's not like I'm trying to be like him or anything."

Kajiki snickered from the side. "She's got a point, though. You're a lot like Uncle. Always panicking when someone's hurt."

"Hey! Whose side are you on?" Houtaro shot back, his face growing redder.

Rinne's laughter rang out, light and genuine, cutting through the tension. For a moment, the pain in her arm seemed to fade, replaced by a warmth she couldn't quite put into words.

The tension in the air was palpable as Houtaro carefully tightened the makeshift bandage around Rinne's arm. The bleeding had finally stopped, and he sighed in relief, though his heart still pounded from the earlier panic. Kajiki stood to the side, glancing nervously between his two friends, unsure how to break the heavy silence that hung over them.

"Phew, that should hold for now," Houtaro muttered, his voice shaky but laced with determination. He looked up at Rinne, his eyes softening. "Kudo, you really need to go to a clinic or something. This is just a temporary fix."

Rinne, despite the pain still lingering in her arm, managed a small, teasing smirk. "You're way too worked up about this, Ichinose-kun. It's just a scratch."

Houtaro's face flushed. "A scratch!? Your arm was bleeding like crazy! I can't just ignore something like that." His voice grew more insistent as he added, "If you don't want to go to a clinic, at least let my dad take a look. He's way better at this than I am."

Rinne's smirk faltered slightly, replaced by a flicker of unease. "Mr. Ichinose? No thanks. If he sees me like this, he'll probably treat me like a porcelain doll for the next month. I'll pass."

Houtaro opened his mouth to argue but stopped when Rinne's expression softened. "Still... thanks, Ichinose-kun," she murmured, her voice quieter than usual. A faint blush dusted her cheeks as she added, "You've never been this... attentive before."

Houtaro's face turned a deeper shade of red. "W-Well, I couldn't just leave you like that," he stammered, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

Kajiki, sensing the mood, decided to interject. "Houtaro, you're acting like you saved her life or something. Don't forget we've still got my article to submit."

"Oh, right!" Houtaro exclaimed, his eyes widening. He turned to Kajiki, panic creeping into his voice. "How much time do we have left?"

Kajiki glanced at his watch and grinned. "Relax. We've got about thirty minutes, and the publisher's just around the corner."

Houtaro let out a sigh of relief, but Kajiki continued, "Why don't you take Kudo to a clinic while I handle the submission? I can manage on my own."

Houtaro nodded eagerly. "That's a great idea. Kudo, let's go—"

"No, Ichino—," Rinne interrupted, crossing her arms despite the wince it caused her injured one. "I'm fine. You don't need to babysit me."

"But Kudo—"

"I said I'm fine," she repeated firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Go with Kajiki-kun. You don't need to fuss over me."

The two began to bicker, their voices rising as they argued over who was being more stubborn. Kajiki sighed, shaking his head. "You two are unbelievable," he muttered, though a small smile tugged at his lips. "You're bickering like an old married couple."

Both Houtaro and Rinne froze, their faces flushing simultaneously. "We are not!" they yelled in unison, glaring at Kajiki, who burst out laughing.

Before they could resume their argument, a faint rustling sound came from Houtaro's bag. A muffled voice followed: "Hoppa... ho... ho!"

Rinne's eyes snapped to the bag, narrowing suspiciously. "Ichinose-kun," she began slowly, "why is your bag moving? And what's that sound?"

Houtaro froze, realization dawning on him. "Oh, right..." He hesitated, glancing at Kajiki, who gave him a small nod of encouragement. Houtaro reached into his bag, the zipper giving a soft metallic rasp as he slowly opened it. "I've been meaning to show you this," he said with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

He gently cupped his hands around the creature inside before lifting it out, revealing Hopper1 in all its vibrant, energetic glory. Hopper1's head immediately popped out; its bright pink eyes gleaming with excitement. "Hoppa! Hop-hoppa-ho!" it chirped, wiggling free and leaping into the air.

Rinne's eyes widened in shock as the creature began to flit around happily, chirping its peculiar cries.

"Hoppa! Hoppa-hop!" chirped Hopper1, its bright pink eyes gleaming as it flitted into the air with a burst of enthusiasm. The creature's small, mechanical wings buzzed softly, creating a faint hum that blended with its cheerful cries. It darted around Houtaro's head before landing briefly on his shoulder, giving him an affectionate nuzzle.

Houtaro grinned, his eyes lighting up. "Kudo, meet Hopper1! Isn't it cute? Kajiki and I found it in the garden's storage shack. It's been hanging out with us ever since."

Kajiki chuckled, watching Hopper1 zip through the air like a gleeful child. "Yeah, it's got a ton of energy. We thought you'd get a kick out of it."

But as Houtaro and Kajiki basked in the joy of Hopper1's antics, Rinne's expression shifted. Her wide eyes were locked on the creature, her face pale and strained. She instinctively stepped back, her body trembling as if she'd just encountered something far more sinister than an oversized hopper.

"G-Get that thing away from me!" she stammered, her voice trembling with barely concealed fear.

Houtaro blinked, taken aback. "What? Kudo, are you serious? It's just Hopper1! Are you scared of insects or something?"

Rinne's gaze darted nervously between Hopper1 and Houtaro. "It's not that!" she snapped, her voice cracking under the strain. "This... this is different!"

Hopper1 paused mid-flight, tilting its head as if puzzled by Rinne's reaction. "Hoppa? Hoppa-ho?" it chirped softly, its glowing eyes narrowing slightly as it tried to understand her behaviour. It cautiously approached her, its movements slow and deliberate, almost as if it wanted to reassure her.

"Stay back!" Rinne shouted, her voice rising in panic. She took another step back, her injured arm trembling as she instinctively shielded herself. "Don't let it near me!"

Houtaro's confusion deepened, concern creasing his brow. "Kudo, what's going on? Hopper1 isn't dangerous. Look at it—it's just a little hopper! It's even trying to be friendly."

"Hoppa?" Hopper1 chirped again, its tone shifting to one of sadness as it flitted back toward Houtaro, landing gently on his arm. It looked up at him with what seemed to be a forlorn expression, its usual energy replaced by an air of dejection.

Rinne's trembling intensified, and she finally shouted, "Stay away from it, Ichinose-kun! Both of you, get away from that creature!"

Houtaro instinctively cradled the creature, running his fingers over its smooth, metallic carapace in an attempt to soothe it. "Kudo, why are you acting like this? Hopper1 isn't dangerous. Look, it's scared now because of what you said!"

Rinne's chest heaved as she struggled to compose herself, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "You don't understand," she said, her voice quieter now but still trembling. "That thing... it's not what you think it is. It's dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Houtaro echoed incredulously. He held Hopper1 closer, his protective instincts flaring. "How can you even say that? Hopper1 hasn't hurt anyone. It's been nothing but friendly since we found it."

Rinne shook her head, her eyes glistening with a mixture of fear and frustration. "Ichinose-kun, please," she pleaded, her tone desperate. "Trust me on this. That creature isn't safe. It needs to be contained, or worse things could happen. You can leave it to me and I'll try to handle or capture it.

Houtaro's grip on Hopper1 tightened, his jaw clenching. "No. I can't do that, Kudo. Hopper1 isn't dangerous. I know it. I can feel it."

Kajiki, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke up, his tone hesitant. "Kudo, are you sure about this? I mean, yeah, it's a little weird, but Hopper1 hasn't done anything to make us think it's dangerous."

"I am sure," Rinne snapped, her voice regaining its edge. "I've seen things like this before. You don't know what you're dealing with. Saint-Germain-sensei might know about this dangerous creature too and she might know how to handle it too."

"But I do know," Houtaro shot back, his voice trembling with emotion. "I know Hopper1 isn't dangerous because I can feel it. It's important to me, Kudo. I can't just hand it over like it's some kind of threat."

Rinne's eyes flashed with hurt and anger. "Then who do you trust more, Ichinose-kun? Me or that thing you just met?" Her voice cracked slightly as she added, "I've always had your back. I've always cared about you. Can't you believe me when I say this thing is dangerous?"

Houtaro's chest tightened, tears welling in his eyes. "I do trust you, Kudo," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "But you're wrong about this. Hopper1 isn't dangerous. I know it isn't."

The words hung heavily in the air, a painful silence stretching between them. Hopper1 chirped softly, almost as if sensing the tension. "Hoppa... hop..."

Houtaro's grip on Hopper1 tightened as his emotions churned within him, his heart aching from the weight of their argument. He looked at Rinne, her face a mixture of fear, frustration, and something else he couldn't quite place. His voice trembled as he finally spoke, his words spilling out in an emotional outburst.

"Kudo... are we even friends?" he asked, his tone wavering with hurt. His teary eyes locked onto hers, pleading for understanding. "Because if we are, then why can't you try to understand how I feel? You've always been the one to push me to do better, to be better... so why are you acting like this now? Why can't you see that Hopper1 isn't dangerous?"

Rinne's lips parted as if to respond, but no words came. She seemed caught off guard by the raw vulnerability in his voice.

Houtaro's gaze dropped, his shoulders slumping. "We just made up after what happened earlier... and now we're fighting again. I don't want this, Kudo. I don't want us to keep hurting each other like this."

His fingers gently brushed Hopper1's smooth carapace as the creature nuzzled against him, its soft chirps attempting to comfort him. "I... I even thought—" He stopped himself, biting his lip as his cheeks flushed slightly. He'd been on the verge of saying it, of asking her if she could be the girl from his dream. The one who had been so close to him and Hopper1 in a memory that felt both distant and intimate.

But the words caught in his throat, and instead, he whispered to himself, "No... you're not her. You can't be." His voice was barely audible, almost as if he were trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

Finally, he looked back up at Rinne, his expression a mixture of sadness and resolve. "If you can't trust me on this, then maybe I was wrong about us being friends."

The words hit Rinne like a physical blow, her eyes widening in shock. "Ichinose-kun, I—" she began, but her voice faltered, unable to find the right words to bridge the growing chasm between them.

Houtaro turned away, clutching Hopper1 protectively. His voice broke as he addressed Kajiki, "Come on, Kajiki. We've got to go."

Kajiki hesitated, torn between his two closest friends. "Houtaro, wait—"

But Houtaro didn't stop. His steps were hurried, his voice thick with emotion as he muttered, "We don't have time for this. Let's just go."

Rinne reached out weakly, her injured arm protesting as she tried to call after them. "Ichinose-kun, wait!" she cried, but her voice cracked, and she could only watch helplessly as the two boys disappeared into the distance, Hopper1's soft, mournful chirps fading along with them.

Her hand fell limply to her side, her heart heavy as she whispered to herself, "Ichinose-kun... why won't you listen to me?"

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Well, that's the first part of this pilot chapter of this Gotchard x Symphogear's fic but as I said, this leaned more heavily on Houtaro and Rinne's story more than anything. In fact, it must be surprising to see the first several Symphogear characters that appeared in the story were actually from the last two seasons of the series. Technically, that wasn't the case if you are a keen reader but I digress. That aside, I actually didn't want to separate this pilot chapter into two different chapters but my style of writing ended up prolonging the chapter to at least 56K words. So, I decide to split it up into two parts with each around 25K to 30K words and this chapter might be quite daunting with it buckling at 27Kwords. Despite its length, I hope you have a fun time reading it and you may drop any comments or reviews later despite this being maybe just a pilot chapter.

There are several things that I want to address but the most important one was the inclusion or change of Houtaro's 'Gotcha'. I favoured and changed Houtaro's passion in cooking to drawing and this was mainly because of my love to Ultraman Arc this year. I was thinking about how passionate it would be if Houtaro shared the same passion of imagination as Yuma so I decided to give him the passion and imagination of drawing for him. Hence, this was the reason on why I named the chapter it was. I know how divisive Houtaro was back in Gotchard and he wasn't my favourite protagonist either in the Reiwa Era. With this change, I hope to bring more colours, energy and passion with this change to Houtaro and hopefully people will like this Houtaro.

That's more or less what I want to say and the rest might be in the second part of this pilot chapter. While I can guarantee the story's longevity, I can guarantee the second part of this chapter because the second part of the story was done and only needed to be curated a bit. I might release the second part next week but no promises if there are any delays. I must also thank to several stories regarding a KR and Symphogear's crossover stories, like SymphoSaber from ZeroEnchiladas and Gotcha ChemyXSympho from Taiman215, and thanks to these stories, I was able to regain partially my love for writing stories, even if it came with the help of the advancement of AI. I digress enough so have a good day to you all and hope for the second part of this story later!