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It had been a while since Tsukasa Kadoya had arrived in this city, alone with no knowledge of his past. He had nothing but the clothes on his back, and a magenta camera, so he had decided to spend his days capturing the world. That just felt...right to him. However...

He glanced through his latest batch of failures. He sighed a bit before throwing them away. "More failures." He wasn't going to give up yet. "Why does this world try to run away from my view?" He'll have to get more film from the Hikari studio later.

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It was a moment of weakness, Natsumi Hikari finally decided. She had been fully awake at the front desk the day that Tsukasa Kadoya walked into the Hikari Photo Studio...and her life. And after hearing his sob story over a cup of Grandpa's coffee, she couldn't help by sympathize with him. Then again, one would have to be totally heartless, in her mind, to not sympathize with a homeless amnesiac. So, she had agreed with Grandpa's suggestion for Tsukasa to stay and pay his way with his photos.

What a disaster that have turned out to be. Not only were the vast majority of his photos complete failures, but they have also affected their business in the worst way possible. His normal attitude didn't help, either, from her perspective.

But Natsumi wasn't looking for him at this moment. Instead, she was simply thinking deeply about him as she walked home with a few bags of groceries in her arms. Obviously, something must be done about him soon - especially when it comes to the large tab he now owes to the studio. Making photos isn't cheap, after all... But little does she realize that her path home today is taking her thru the park that Tsukasa normally hangs around in.

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Tsukasa notices her first, a small frown on his face. There she was, Natsumi. He'd taken to calling her Natsumikan very early on in his stay with the family. It went along well with her personality, which he saw as slightly bitter, but with a hint of sweetness that came about afterwards.

He had taken more pictures of her than any other subject, not that it was easy to tell at times. At first, her image had tried to escape his view just like all the rest, but...after a time, it seemed to run less and less. Maybe she was to be the first picture that he would capture correctly, and then the rest would follow. He knew that she was going to be important in some way, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Not that he would ever say that out loud, instead he just called out, "Oi, Natsumikan." Hopefully to get her to look up. He only had a couple of shots left with the camera, and he had to make them count. Should she look up, he will click the shutter and take a picture. Maybe this day will be the one that changes everything. Maybe today will change his destiny.

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Speak of the Devil...

Natsumi did jump a little before turning around to face him. And of course, he took a photo of her. He was always taking photos of her, for some reason, and it really puzzled her. Yes, she was somewhat pretty and had decent taste in clothes, but that didn't make her a model worth capturing pictures, in her opinion.

It also didn't stop the small, irritated sigh coming out of her mouth as she looks at him. "Tsukasa-kun, I've told you to not do that without asking me first." She doesn't always remind him, but today, she feels the need to do so. Which is...a little odd, in a way. The more he does it, the less she feels irritated about it - almost like she wants him to keep photographing her...

But that's silly, of course. It wasn't like she enjoyed his photos or anything! It's certainly wouldn't mean that she'd want to keep any of his photographs in the future, either, if they keep turning out the way they've always been...

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Tsukasa winds the film in his camera, realizing that he had used the last photo in this roll. Well, that was it for the day, at least. He could get them developed and see if anything came out the way that they did in his head.

"I'll call that last one, 'Violent monster with groceries'." His face is matter of fact. He should know that this is going to end poorly for him, but...well, there's something that he really likes about Natsumi when she gets passionate. He would love to capture her right at the moment that she heard his comments. That moment where she would turn on him, those eyes of her so fiery, the flush of her cheek, the way she speaks.

If it were anyone else, he'd say that she was beautiful. But he'd never think of her like that.

"Aside from that, what's your grandfather cooking for dinner tonight?"

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And there's that expected scowling glare coming from Natsumi. "Will you quit referring to me that way? It'll make people think that I'm scary, and that I'm hurting you!" On a physical standpoint? True. She's never really punched or slapped him.

And no, she's not counting her Laughing Pressure Point as violence.

Still, she's not so enraged that she doesn't answer his question. "...Some new recipe involving chicken. I just got most of the ingredients for it."

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And that was the look that he enjoyed. If she looked closely, she'd notice a small smile on his face, before he cringed backwards, raising his hands. He truly looked like a person who was used to used to receiving a negative response in these situations.

And yes, the Laughing Pressure Point counts as that.

"Oi Oi Oi, you've made your point!" He's not going to stop, of course, but maybe he'll be a bit less...well, him for a moment. He doesn't want to get pressure pointed, after all.

When she mentions the chicken, Tsukasa looks intrigued. "Huh, really? I didn't think we had any chicken at the studio...or did you pick one up when you were at the store?"

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And there's the response that she's starting to expect - him raising his hands in self-defense from her thumb. Good; let him be wary of her special technique. Maybe someday, it'll be enough to make him stop being a handsome jerk.

...no, just a jerk. Not like he's actually handsome or anything! Really...

She nods and lifts one arm to show some of the bags she's holding. He should notice the one with the faint outline of a meat package in it. "It's an old recipe from a friend of his, so it should work out just fine." Natsumi always trusts Grandpa's cooking; after all, he taught her how to cook decent home-made meals.

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Tsukasa looks at the bags, then at Natsumi, and then at his motorcycle. Aside from the camera, it was the only thing that he had linking him to his past. Magenta, odd looking, and fast. Obviously a custom bike.

He looks back at her and sighs, "Look, I'm through with pictures today, and that looks like a LOT of groceries. Why don't I give you a ride home. I should have enough room in the saddlebags."

It's not because he likes it when you ride with him and have to hold on to him, after all. That would be silly.

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The bike is another mystery. Clearly, it's a custom make, since she actually double-checked the basic model at one point. Not that she was going to ever drive one of her own someday, or is preparing to drive him home on the bike for whatever reason requires her to do so! She was just curious and trying to help him find any clue to his past. But still, no records from any of the local custom shops of ever receiving an order that matches his... It only tells her that he's not local. Which...doesn't really narrow things down very much.

She looked at him for a moment, thinking over his offer. He drives surprisingly well, though he couldn't recall exactly where he learned how to do so. And it's not that she has any desire to be that close to him. He drives her nuts just with the current distance between them as it is. But still, he is correct about the amount of groceries, and if he's actually done for the day...

"...alright. But I hope you got that spare helmet on hand." She had yet to realize that he never had one before he moved into their place. After all, it really can't be just for her...right?

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Tsukasa was one of those strange people. He had many actual talents, such as cooking or riding a motorcycle, but the one thing that he was really hung up on and thought that he was so amazing at was taking those photos.

For someone with an ego such as his, you'd think he'd brag about everything, but no, it's really just photos.

He will motion towards the smaller helmet, then hold out his hands for a couple of the bags. He hadn't told her the amount of work that he went through to find a helmet that would fit her. He's still not sure why he did it. It wasn't like he wanted her riding with him, or anything of that nature.

"Come on." He'll take some of the bags from her and start putting things away. He wants to get home so that he can develop these pictures and see what will come of them.

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He was a very strange person indeed. Natsumi could've tolerated him better if he was the type to brag about what he was good at, instead of this false delusion that he was a great photographer. It's not like she actually loved his cooking or anything! She just respected his skills as a fellow cook; that's all.

She did give him some of the bags when offered to do so. "Just...try not to crush the eggs." Part of her seemed to know that he woouldn't, though, but she had to say it as a reminder. It certainly wasn't a way to cover up any flustering of feeling his knuckles brush against hers; nope, not that at all...

But she did help put the rest of the groceries away in his saddle bags before putting on that helmet. It still amazed her, internally, that it fits her so well. One would think that he would've bought something a little bigger to accommodate potentially larger passengers. But she wasn't one to complain about something that works for her, of course. Because maybe he just thought that this would be a standard size - or so she rationalized.

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He starts to say something at her comment, but just holds his tongue for once. He doesn't want to take a pressure point to the neck, that's for certain. He did like the closeness that they were having at the moment, but much like her, he wasn't going to say anything at the moment.

If she knew the amount of time that Tsukasa had worked to find a helmet her size, she probably would have hit him, but she'd never know. "Lets get home, Natsumikan, its late." He glances a bit off into the distance before mounting the bike, putting his own helmet on his head. For an instance, he catches a glimmer of something, maybe a flash of memory, but it's gone quickly. He puts his hand to the side of his helmet and grimaces. Hopefully she didn't see that.

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Maybe not hit him, per se. But she definitely would insist that he didn't really need to do that and why would he bother with going that far anyway? Yet, she remained oblivious, and was almost enjoying the not-so-distressful moment between them.

She nodded in agreement and waited until he mounted the bike before mounting right behind him. From her angle, she doesn't catch the grimace on his face. But the way that hand rested on his helmet and the tilt of his head...it certainly seemed odd to her.

"Tsukasa-kun...? What is it?"