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It had started after one of the giant “the world is ending” meetings. The Kamen Riders and their friends had hung out at Nascita, and Sawa had seen Daimon Rinko with Wizard and Beast. They talked, Sawa just looking for people to interview at first, but she found that talking with Rinko was engaging, the two of them having some similar experiences with being friends with Kamen Riders. One meeting turned into two, then five, and then they were dating.
Rinko stretched, her finished report just needing to be printed and then she could go home for the day.
“Good job today,” Sawa said, holding out a cup of coffee.
“How’d you get in here?” Rinko asked, accepting the cup gratefully, unsurprised to see it was from Nascita.
“I’m a journalist, it’s not hard,” Sawa shrugged with a smile.
“Still, I’m surprised the Chief let you in.”
Sawa made a little motion that implied that maybe perhaps she had snuck in, making Rinko laugh. “Let me print this and then we can go, yeah?”
“Sure, I’m in no hurry.”
Rinko printed the report, leaving it on the Chief’s desk, making a face when she realized it was nearly Christmas and that the Chief would most likely make her dress up, just like he did every year.
“What’s the face for?”
“Oh, nothing really. It’s just that every year the Chief makes me dress as Santa or one of Santa’s elves and the boys think it’s hilarious, Haruto-kun especially.”
“I bet you look cute,” Sawa teased.
Rinko crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, making Sawa laugh. “Come on, let’s go, I’m all done.”
They hooked arms and walked out, Rinko saying goodbye to Kizaki on their way out.
“Should we get something to eat?” Sawa asked.
“Mmm…not quite yet,” Rinko said after considering it.
“Alright, a walk then?”
“Yeah, but let me grab my gloves, it’s cold.”
Sawa waited as Rinko got the gloves out of her coat pocket, her gloves already on. Once Rinko had her gloves on, the two of them linked arms again, walking briskly to combat the cold.
“Oh, it’s snowing,” Sawa said in wonder as a light snow started dusting everything. “It makes everything look so pretty.”
“It does,” Rinko agreed, admiring how the snow looked in Sawa’s hair before brushing it off. “But we shouldn’t stay out in it too long with these clothes.”
“True,” Sawa said with a sigh. “Ready for dinner now?”
“Yeah, there’s a good Italian place nearby, if you want to have that, otherwise, anywhere is fine.”
“Ooh, Italian sounds good,” Sawa said with a smile before making a face like she had something bad to eat.
“What’s with the face?” Rinko asked.
“Oh, I was just remembering some pasta Gentoku made for us one time. Word of advice if the Prime Minister’s son invites you out for dinner for a police event or something: do not let him cook for you unless you have alien blood.”
Rinko laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“What a sentence, huh,” Sawa said thoughtfully. “But that’s life with Kamen Riders, isn’t it?”
“It’s always crazy,” Rinko agreed. “But here we are.”
“Here we are.”
The two of them smiled at each other, heading off to dinner, keeping each other warm despite the snow.