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[After a long, rough month Kei can be found back in her favorite room of the base, the kitchen. As usual, what she's working on is sweets, at least going by the smell of chocholate and the presence of a bain marie on the stove. Unusually, there's no neon jelly or anything like the sickly sweet smell making you almost feel itchy being near it that her cooking usually produces. Even more unusually, she genuinely looks happy as she works.]
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[A short while later, she can be found outside Izuru's door, holding a plain, unadorned cake box that she apparently scrounged up for a bit. After a short moment to psyche herself up, she knocks.]
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[...And just a bit later, a visibly downcast Kei can be seen walking away from Izuru's room. She's heading to the nearest kitchen to pull out one of her condensed milk drinks before beginning her walk back to her own room.]
[After a long, rough month Kei can be found back in her favorite room of the base, the kitchen. As usual, what she's working on is sweets, at least going by the smell of chocholate and the presence of a bain marie on the stove. Unusually, there's no neon jelly or anything like the sickly sweet smell making you almost feel itchy being near it that her cooking usually produces. Even more unusually, she genuinely looks happy as she works.]
2 [Locked to Izuru]
[A short while later, she can be found outside Izuru's door, holding a plain, unadorned cake box that she apparently scrounged up for a bit. After a short moment to psyche herself up, she knocks.]
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[...And just a bit later, a visibly downcast Kei can be seen walking away from Izuru's room. She's heading to the nearest kitchen to pull out one of her condensed milk drinks before beginning her walk back to her own room.]
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[The door opens.]
Hey Kei. What's up?
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[She seems a bit tense, even if she smiles properly.]
I was trying to make some sweets, so I thought I'd share.
[She raises the box a bit to indicate where they are.]
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[Izuru looks at Kei's container nervously. He knows well how her sweets usually taste like.]
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I mean, it's usually Asagi's room where we do stuff like this.
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[Izuru blinks and gapes, surprised.]
Just me?
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Kei, could it be that...
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Yes.
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[Izuru opens the door wider and moves aside. The room on the other side is pretty basic, if you don't count stacks of comic books and some posters of super heroes.]
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[Kei follows him in, heading towards the table to put down the cake and pull out a knife to cut it with and a fork for each of them.]
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But it's okay. Sometimes you need to be alone for a while, right?
[Izuru moves over a chair for Kei - after relocating elsewhere several tomes of transforming hero manga that were resting on it.]
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[She takes a seat.]
Time alone is useful to think or just relax.
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[Strangely serious, Izuru grabs for the fork. He does not stab the cake yet - it takes a brave man to do that, and he is not sure if he is brave enough at the moment.]
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[Absent mindedly, Izuru mimics Kei's cake-grabbing movement. He actually puts some into his mouth.]
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This...!
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You made good cake, Kei!
[Izuru sounds happy but also pleasantly surprised.]
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[Her expression softens.] I'm happy you liked it.
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[Izuru doesn't know either, but it doesn't change the past.]
Yeah! You really outdid yourself this time. I'm sure everyone will love it.
[Izuru grabs a bigger portion with his utensil.]
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...You were saying something earlier, about what you were thinking about?
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I've spent a lot of time wondering what it really means. To be a hero.
It's stupid but for a while I thought, if being a hero means doing certain kind of things, then maybe I don't want to be one after all.
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[Suddenly, Izuru looks serious.]
You can't save everyone. A hero who always wins doesn't exist...
But it doesn't mean he should give up from trying to.
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Ah! Someone who doesn't give up even when you lost.
Is this what a hero is?!
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...Heroism is hard, you're probably not going to get a single answer that sums it up.
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[Izuru gets a somewhat awkward, embarrassed, but also quite genuine smile for his trouble.]
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[Izuru will continue eating the cake.]
I know I said it already, but... It's really good.
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Did something happen?
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I talked to Izuru. He's apparently been worried about what it means to be a hero.
[Somebody who knows her as well as Asagi can probably tell that there is something else too.]
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...He'll be fine. Right?
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