Kaya/Nizuma; take it back to old times when I was still a girl.

He is a strange creature, Kaya muses with a finger on her chin, not entirely sure what to make of the boy with wild-eyes and ruffled hair and sound-effects being blurted out of his mouth like a warbling bird with perfect clarity.

"Hey!" Nizuma says, pointing, dynamic in his pose, arms and legs apart in a leap that leaves the floors echoing beneath him. He points at her, and she tilts her head with curiosity in her mind, the atmosphere addictive in the air. "Show me a Kaya Punch!"

"Kaya Punch?" It's not that she's given up her black-belt days, it's the fact that she's never named her attacks before. She's not entirely sure how she found herself here, but there's something starry in his wild eyes, and like a current, she followed him. "Want me to show you a 'Kaya Kick' too?"

He nods enthusiastically, almost like a puppy, and there's a worrying second that Kaya thinks she might have to take him home with her because there's something really adorable underneath his eccentricity. She's not entirely sure that Shujin would like that though.

"The more, the better." He says, tipping forward and landing on his knees, eyes wide and wondrous.

He's had his collection of heroes, and shallow-hearted girls, sitting on the sidelines; but he's never seen anything like her — bright and fiery and malleable in the air — and though Ashirogi Muto have their heroine, a pretty, likable girl, it's unfair that Kaya is left unsung.

And he is left breathless.

a/n. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed.