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Author's Note : Is it my brain, or did Kaito suddenly become protective of Kouta? Episode 28's Kaito is pretty scary.. As stated by some fans : how the hell did he followed Kouta and arrived at the most perfect timing ever?
This BananaOrange flag is everywhere in the series and it really isn't healthy for me. I wanna write Kouta with other people too.. *sobsob*
Apparently his visit into Drupers today was pretty surprising. He saw Kouta wore an apron as bright as his personality. Running around and taking notes of the customer's order while laughing here and there. It was just like the first time he met Kouta. So ordinary, so dull, and so boring.
But somehow it was kinda suitable for him.
If only the dark-haired man didn't obtain the Sengoku Driver.. his life might stirred in a different direction. And Kouta would never have to suffer in this chaotic war.
Kaito didn't mean to offend him or anything. But judging from his character, he wasn't made for mind games. A trusting personality like that was a magnet for deception and power abuse for anyone who intended to exploit him. And that already happened now. The Baron user couldn't wait to see how he fared after his so-called friend revealed his intentions. It was just a matter of time.
After all, Kaito was supposed to be an outsider. What happened to Kazuraba Kouta now and later on was none of his business.
Yet, he couldn't shake off his instinct when the shorter man got that delivery job from Bandou. Or maybe it was just the effect of his coffee. His adrenaline rushed for no reason as he watched Kouta left the door.
He felt he should've said something, anything, to intervene the other man from going.
But why should he?
His brain told him to ignore it and his tongue tried to savor the rich bitterness of the coffee, but he couldn't. He knew his body was still sitting on his chair, but he felt like he wasn't there. An indescribable headache began as his imagination worked up on a grim scenario.
He clicked his tongue and rushed towards the Druper's boss, asking the customer's address as he left some money for his coffee. His long coat flashed behind as his hand produced the Lockvehicle from his pocket.
Kazuraba Kouta would better be thanking him later.