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Video; un: rosestorm | Blood Vials for all your aches and pains.

[The video begins with Makoto currently sitting in the garden at the house. Though at the moment she seems to be working on something unrelated to the flowers that are growing there. As she points at the camera several of her fingers are bandaged and there’s one on her arm too.]

Hey, those of you who have been having a bunch of headaches and stuff lately. Apparently, if you’re close to someone that has Vileblood it helps a bit, or just having a small locket or vial or something works too. If you need one just come by Usagi’s or let us know, I’ve done about a dozen so far. And it really does seem to work. I’ll make more if there’s not enough already.

[With that Makoto holds up a small vial attached to a small chain, as well another. Both filled with the green blood Makoto was still adjusting to, small streaks of red swirling throughout each.]

It can act kind of like a pain reliever too in a pinch, well if you don’t mind getting it on you. Just be careful with it.

Oh and I remember there are a lot of birthdays in October too, so if you need someone to make a cake for a celebration or anything you can give me a call too. So far I have one or two that I’m working on, but I still have plenty of time for a few more.

[After all she needed to practice and save up a little more.]

Other than that if anyone looking for a sparring partner I could use a little practice. I haven't had any since we've gotten here and I'm getting kind of rusty.

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Y-you don't have to worry about that, no.

[W-was he really saying what she thought he was? She didn't know that he was thinking about things like that. If she hadn't been sitting down already she probably would have had to. They had been dating for a while now.]

Did you want to go inside? I think Usagi's out for a bit.

[And here Atsushi's primary concern is asserting that Makoto is more valuable than a vial of her blood. He does notice the concern about Usagi being out and knows what that means. It's easier for him to be intimate when there isn't an audience.]

Mm... But are you sure? You're pretty red. [And he still can't understand why. Being concerned about her health has taken up all of his brain power.] Usually donating blood makes someone pale, right? I hope this isn't a bad reaction... It can't be an infection, can it?

[Excuse him while he checks her forehead with his hand.]

Y-yeah if you want to. I feel perfectly fine and we'll have the house to ourselves.

[The real question was why her face turned red when her blood was green now. She leaned into the touch against her forehead, it was cool and most importantly freed her hand so she could hide her expression a little.

When he mentioned something about an infection though she blinked a moment.]

No, it might just be from the meal I had.

Is food still not sitting well with you?

[That's a horror of its own, especially since Makoto does so much cooking. He's at least relieved to learn that she doesn't have a fever.]

Let's go inside then. It has been a while since we had the house to ourselves.

It still makes me feel a little weird.

[That was part of the reason she'd needed help, especially with the charms. Taking the hand that he had on her forehead, Makoto moved it to her cheek, she was still blushing a little but it was starting to reside a little.]

I-I didn't know that you wanted more time alone. With just the two of us.

There must be something that you can eat...

[He lets her move his hand, smiling more at the familiar touch. Though her question does fluster him slightly. If they weren't alone, he might not be able to voice his feelings this honestly.]

It's easier when it's the two of us..? Silly, huh? It would be almost a year now, if I hadn't 'gotten lost'.

[That's right, it was getting close to a year now. Somehow it seemed like a lot longer than that, but really it had been that brief of a time and they had gotten pretty close. Atsushi's flustered expression causes her to blush again slightly.]

I understand. I like it too, when it's just the two of us talking.

Mm. [Atsushi tucks her hair behind her ear, an unconscious act to distract from how flustered he is. The house is so quiet and peaceful. Before, this kind of quiet might have made him anxious due to all of the thoughts in his head. He's been able to quiet a lot of those anxieties these days.]

Do you know where Usagi-chan went off to? [Asked half out of genuine curiosity, half because he wants to judge how much time they have. Whether it's a blessing or a curse is up for debate, but Atsushi has latched onto the fact that food still makes Makoto feel unwell. For his starving orphan self, this is a tragedy and has taken up his focus. He's wondering what he can cook that won't leave her feeling worse.

food is a love language for atsushi.]

Maybe we can find something to help you feel better.

She said something about visiting Mina-chan, so it's probably going to be a while.

[After all, Usagi undoubtedly still likes to spend time with the other girls and check with them. And Mina had decided to move on her own and work towards her dreams just as Makoto had started with the bakery.]

I feel a little better already.

[He was being so tender, and Makoto was still confused of whether he was actually thinking what she was, or if he was just being nice as he always was. While his hand lingered after tucking the hair she rested her arms on his shoulders, putting her hands behind his neck.]

[While he isn't completely aware of the signals he is sending, Atsushi can recognize an intimate moment when it slaps him in the face. Sometimes. At least today, he catches on 50%. Enough to hear his own desire to kiss her. Makoto's face is so close and it would be so easy, so natural, to lean in for a kiss. It's not like Usagi is due to burst through the door right away. All that stops him is his nerves; The way being with her makes his heart race and embarrassment colour his skin.

He's also forever convinced that he can't be a good boyfriend. His instincts can't be right. Because he, Atsushi Nakajima, can only be wrong. So he hesitates, catching himself before he kisses her.]

... is this fine?

[Makoto's heart was still pounding as she tried to figure out just whether he was actually aware of any of it. Or if she was just being foolish and read too many novels. But as she started to come closer, their faces so near, she felt her chest tighten and closed her eyes, ready and hoping for the kiss.

When he stopped though, she felt her stomach drop a little. At least until he spoke, it seemed that both of them still weren't entirely confident in this. But it was something that Makoto hoped one day she'd get him through.]

Only if it's what you want. I'd like to, but not if you're uncomfortable about it.

["It's not about me," is what he might have said. Atsushi can't wrap his head around someone wanting to kiss him. He isn't sure how to be a proper boyfriend, so worries about being too pushy or disrespecting boundaries.

But with her permission, he leans forward for a kiss. One that he's not quick to break this time, since Makoto did say that she wanted this. If she hates it, he hopes that she'll push him off.]

[Makoto most certainly didn't object, or push him away. When finally their lips met she felt her eyes close once more as it pulled her in. Makoto could feel herself lean forward, deepening it slightly just to reassure him that this is what she wanted. That he was what she wanted, and that there was no doubt or hesitation in it.

At the same time, she linked her arms around his neck resting them on his shoulders as if afraid he might run off.]

[Dense though he may be, this message is one he picks up on loud and clear. Reassured, he consciously tucks any fear of rejection away. Atsushi has to remind himself that his fear is unfounded with Makoto; She wouldn't be dating him if she didn't like him.

When he does break their kiss, he doesn't move far. Makoto has him anchored in place and he had no interest in leaving her anyway.]

Let's go upstairs? [He surprises himself with how boldly he assumes she'll want to continue.] Usagi-chan is unpredictable.

[When he relaxed, the last of the fear tucked away, Makoto could feel it. It brought a smile to her face as she gave him another small, quick peck as he broke the kiss. Their faces were still so close to one another. Makoto looked happy, her eyes locked on his as she nodded at the recommendation.]

Yeah, upstairs sounds good.

[Makoto was pretty sure that her room was clean or did want to go to his room, or one of the others. She wasn't entirely sure, so for the moment she waited, she'd follow him wherever he lead.]

[With her permission confirmed, Atsushi sweeps Makoto up into his arms. Letting her walk up the stairs herself hadn't crossed his mind; it would being apart for a few seconds and he doesn't want that!

He'll trust her to get the door when he stands outside the hallway. Bold with affection maybe, but he's still too shy to invite himself into her room. So he stands outside his own room, shyly laughing before issuing a warning;]

Sorry, my room is still pretty plain...

[But because he owns very few things, it's easy to clean!

A shy thought follows the mental image of placing Makoto on his bed.]

... is my room okay? [He forgot to ask.]

[There was a small gasp and Makoto blushed again when she was swept up. She was the one actually being carried for once and he wasn't complaining about her weight and didn't look like he was having any problem. She was seeing hearts and stars the entire time that she barely noticed opening the door or which room he'd decided on.]

No, it's fine. That just means we'll focus on each other more.

[Reaching out she opened the door, leaving her other arm dropped around his neck. This was like a dream.]

I don't think I'd be distracted by anything with you in the room. You don't need to worry about that.

[But she has a point! Even if... the un/fortunate thing is that they really have no choice but to sit on his bed. Atsushi has no other furniture and putting her on the floor isn't an option. He sets her on the bed gradually, embarrassment beginning to set in. Is this taboo? She's his girlfriend, so this is allowed, right?

He's mindful of her arm around her neck, even as he sets her on the bed.]

[Makoto felt warm, and seen in way she hadn't been before. Atsushi, he was so wonderful and made her feel special and now here she was sitting on his bed. And he was still saying such sweet and wonderful things to her. If it was a dream then she didn't want to ever wake up from it. As he sat her down, Makoto pulled him closer and kissed him again. She didn't have the words to respond so this was all she could think of.]

[He has yet to sit down, still leaning forward with her arms around his neck. His hand finds the bed and holds his weight as he returns her kiss. This is like a dream for Atsushi too. The usual rules of his life don't apply right now. Between Makoto and him, not even Atsushi can find the space for guilt or sadness.

There's plenty of room for trust, though. He knows that Makoto will stop him if he crosses a line, so chooses to follow his instinct. That means gradually moving onto the bed with her, chasing her kisses with his own.]

[Makoto continued the kiss and kept her arms wrapped around him, moving further onto the bed as he came with her. It felt right, this was something she had thought about, she had wondered about for some time now. She really wasn't sure what was supposed to happen, but for now, this was nice. A satisfied hum escaped her lips and she stared into his eyes. Makoto wanted to make sure that he was alright with this, that she wasn't going too fast for him, or making it feel like he had to do something if he wasn't ready.]

[Atsushi is more or less following her lead, leaning into any gap as he instinctively chases closeness. He opens his eyes when he hears her voice, surprised to find that he's pinned her on the bed. It doesn't feel wrong either, which in itself is a strange feeling to him. He had feared that this type of scenario might make him panic embarrassingly and that he might accidentally hurt Makoto's feelings.

Instead, his only thought is to take off one glove and hold her cheek. A different kind of embarrassing, one he initiated. Accompanied by too much honesty, in the form of a soft whisper;]

... I don't know what I'm doing. ["Is that okay?"]

I-I don't really know either.

[This was all entirely new for her as well, and she had only been going off of things that she had read in novels or seen in shows. She was a bit nervous but at the same time she was enjoying it and this was what she wanted, she was pretty sure. As his hand cupped her cheek though she felt it grow warm again, the warmth of his touch drawing the heat to her cheeks as Makoto bit her lip lightly, her hands starting to play with the fabric of Atsushi's shirt.]

I don't mind learning together.

[Atsushi notices her hands on his shirt and he notices his mind going somewhere unexpected. It's a direction he never imagined that he'd be allowed to wonder in. And he averts his gaze on accident, if only for a moment.]

I don't mind either. I just...

[He notices his bad habit and looks back at her. Removing his hand from her cheek (reluctantly,) Atsushi pulls put the bottom corner of his shirt to show his scars. Three thick burns, each the size of a fire poker. The burns were never treated, so they scarred horribly. Atsushi wouldn't be upset if this was a major no-go. He's used to hating himself and his body, after all.]

[Seeing the scars reminded Makoto about the vision that she'd seen, the memory of Atsushi's childhood, the abuse that he'd been through. The scars were a surprise because she didn't know the extent, but it didn't change the way that she thought about him in the least.

Her fingers gently touched them, running along each of them lightly.]

It must have hurt. You must have been scared and felt so alone.

[Makoto didn't have any scars, not any physical ones at least on her current body. Even in Deerington the worst wounds she'd received had been healed by her senshi powers, and the only thing would have left one reduced her to nothing at all.]

I wish I could have been there.

Video; un: rosestorm | Blood Vials for all your aches and pains.

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