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Kazumi came into Nascita, having dropped off his delivery. Owner smiled at him, pulling out a cup so that Kazumi could have his free drink, the one he insisted on giving him for delivering supplies. He took it once it was ready, then made his way to the usual table, slightly surprised to see Sawa and Gentoku sitting with Sento and Banjou. Misora was there too, holding Banjou’s hand . Kazumi nearly dropped his cup of coffee before he realized that Misora was painting Banjou’s nails. How Misora had convinced the boxer to have his nails painted, Kazumi could only guess sewing scissors were involved. Sento was cheerfully allowing Sawa to paint his nails, which, after a quick peek, were opposite of his shoes. Gentoku was steadfastly adding a second coat of purple to his nails, his face serious. 

“Oh, hey, Kazumin,” Sento said, nodding instead of waving, since Sawa was currently holding his hands hostage. “Look what Misora brought out.” 

“She said since the world had been saved, she now had the right to give us makeovers,” Banjou said, looking a bit annoyed. 

“Yup!” Misora said cheerfully, getting out a bottle of gold glitter nail polish. “I’m giving you your colors, so no complaining.” Banjou’s nails were indeed the shade of his Cross-Z suit, Kazumi noticed. 

“Do you want some too, Potato?” 

“I farm, what good is pretty nails, Beardo?” Kazumi reminded him. Not to mention flecks of nail polish wouldn’t be good for the soil. 

“Oh yeah.” 

“Oh yeah,” Kazumi mocked. “I grow food for you and your fancy government friends, you’re welcome .” 

Gentoku just nodded at him, not rising to the bait. He probably had a t-shirt that he couldn’t access with wet nails, which, good . Those t-shirts were terrifying. Kazumi watched for a bit before heading out, mind turning to his day at the farm. 

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Haruto came down from his bedroom, yawning. 

“Good morning, Haruto-kun,” Rinko called from where she was sitting with Shunpei, the two of them across from each other at the coffee table. “I brought donuts.” 

“Really? Thanks,” Haruto said with a grin, locating the bag and grabbing his sugar donut, sitting on the couch and crossing his legs. “What are you doing?” 

Rinko rolled her eyes. “I have a nice event coming up and I was told I have to ‘look like a lady’, whatever that’s supposed to mean. So Shunpei offered to paint my nails.” 

Haruto raised his eyebrows before thinking about how Shunpei could do his Rings just fine. He was clumsy in everyday life, but surprisingly good with finework. Indeed, Rinko’s nails, a dainty shade of pink, were perfectly painted. 

“Do you want your nails painted too, Haruto-san?” Shunpei asked. 

Haruto considered the question, looking at his hand and shrugging. “Sure.” 

“Red?” 

“Whatever you like,” Haruto said, figuring he could always remove it if he didn’t like them. 

Shunpei nodded before reaching for a top coat. “Let me just finish Rinko-san’s, then.” 

Haruto watched as he ate his donut, noticing that Shunpei’s tongue came out as he concentrated. Cute. 

“Okay, all finished, Rinko-san.” 

“You’re a lifesaver, now I don’t have to shell out a bunch of money for a manicure. Hello, I’m a policewoman , my hands don’t need to be nice .  

Shunpei made a neutral, agreeing noise. “Haruto-san, you ready?” 

“Yeah, lemme wash my hands real quick though.” 

Once his hands were clean, Shunpei took Haruto’s hand and started painting, chattering about the Rings he was making. Haruto tuned out a bit, still sleepy, just thinking about how cute Shunpei was. 

“What are you two up to?” Nitou’s voice drew Haruto out of his slight daze. “Ooh, nice nails.” He gave Haruto a kiss on the head, then Shunpei, before his eyes landed on the bag of donuts, where he proceeded to grab two and put mayonnaise on them, making them the worst kind of breakfast sandwich. 

Haruto looked down at his hands, which were alternating black and red. 

“Yeah, I agree,” Haruto said, smiling at Shunpei, who blushed. 

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Natsumi watched Tsukasa paint the nails of the woman in front of him, wondering why this World had decided that he should be a manicurist . She had to admit he looked good though, his hair pulled into a ponytail and a fashionable pair of glasses on the tip of his nose. He was making a lot of agreeing motions to the complaining tone of the woman, whom Natsumi couldn’t quite hear. She just hoped this job would help them find the person they needed to help. 

Natsumi’s nails were white with magenta, cyan, and red accents when they finally left, but Tsukasa refused to go straight home, instead making a stop at a beauty shop and buying a few bottles of nail polish. 

Once the errand was complete, the two of them made their way to the Studio, where they were greeted by the sight of Yuusuke and Daiki making dinner. 

“We’re home,” Tsukasa and Natsumi called out in unison. 

“Welcome back,” Yuusuke and Daiki chorused. 

“What’s your job this time?” Daiki asked, holding out a spoon for Yuusuke to taste-test something. 

“Manicurist, gonna practice on you two once dinner is over,” Tsukasa replied.

Yuusuke looked up, spoon still in his mouth, clearly startled, then thought about it and shrugged. “Did you learn anything?” 

“I think Yoshizawa Erika works with the main hero, considering how she was complaining about how making sure she looked cute before battle was a chore and a half,” Tsukasa explained. “But at least her nails looked good.” 

Daiki smirked. “Did he do your nails, Natsumelon? They look good.” 

“Yeah, he did, tried to make me pay for it,” Natsumi said with a role of her eyes. 

“Are you trying to put the nail studio out of business?” Tsukasa asked, fake hurt. 

Natsumi shoved her thumb at him. 

“You’re actually good at this,” Daiki said, admiring his now cyan nails, some of which had shining gems. 

“I’m good at everything,” Tsukasa said loftily. “Why do you think Natsumikan’s nails look so nice?” 

Yuusuke shook his head, mouth in a fond smile. “I like this shade of red you picked out, Tsukasa.” 

“See, Yuusuke appreciates me!”

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Shoutarou glowered as Queen painted the nails on Philip’s right hand, Elizabeth doing the left. Just a few minutes ago they had swooped on Shoutarou, ignoring his protests as they painted his nails, giving him black ones on the left and purple on the right. There were even little stamps in the shape of fedoras. His hands had been dunked in ice water as Philip cheerfully explained it helped set the nail polish. The fact that he was next had bothered him not at all. In fact, Queen had had to stop him from doing a look-up, telling him that he’d miss the experience if he tried. He had agreed with that, but Shoutarou knew the second they were done, there was going to be a very annoying look-up. 

He looked at his nails, which yes, did look nice, but his aesthetic . Sure, everyone knew being hard-boiled wasn’t really his thing in the end, but for new clients, it was best to look professional. Plus, how was he supposed to type with these?? 

“Secretaries are primarily women, and they type with painted nails, often long, fake, acrylic ones, no less. I’m sure you can figure it out,” Philip answered. Which meant he said his thoughts aloud by accident. Great. 

“It’s not like Terui Ryuu has painted nails,” Shoutarou griped. 

“I’m sooooo sorry to disappoint you, Shoutarou-kun, but my husband does have painted nails at the moment,” Akiko said with a grin, coming into the Narumi Agency with her daughter, Terui behind the both of them. 

“Daddy’s nails are the prettiest,” Haruna declared. “Show Uncle Shou and Philip, Daddy.”

Terui looked constipated as he reluctantly showed Shoutarou his nails, which were a mess of red and glitter. Shoutarou would have laughed if it wouldn’t have hurt Haruna’s feelings. 

“Very pretty, I think you should do them more often, Haruna-chan!” Shoutarou informed her solemnly. 

“Yours are pretty too,” Haruna said diplomatically. “But not as pretty as Daddy’s.” 

“What do you think of mine, Shoutarou?” Philip asked, showing his right hand of green and his left hand of yellow. Instead of fedoras, the stamps on his nails were little books. Shoutarou nodded his approval, trying to figure out why, exactly, it felt different to type. 

“We can do them whenever you like,” Elizabeth said, putting away the supplies. 

“Outside next time,” Akiko said, opening a window. “It stinks in here.” 

“Oh, whoops, sorry. But don’t these two  look nice?” Queen asked. 

“Yes!” 

“At least someone likes them,” Shoutarou muttered before he was hit with a slipper. 

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Shizuka, now in high school, didn’t come around as often as she used to, Wataru had noticed. It didn’t mean that she didn’t randomly come in to check on him, though. 

He didn’t have any warning when she dragged him from where he was writing music. He hadn’t even known she was there, and now he was at the table, getting his nails painted in red, black, blue, green, and purple. When he had tried to protest, saying he couldn’t play violin with painted nails, he had been on the receiving end of the most withering look and a disgusted voice saying he could take it off when she was done, Wataru . Apparently she wanted to practice before doing it with her school friends. 

He gave up on anything making sense and allowed her to do as she wished. Kengo dropped in and allowed Shizuka to practice on him, saying that nail polish was rockin’, and that she had done a good job with Wataru’s nails. 

While she practiced on Kengo, Wataru noticed that one of her nail polishes was a very nice shade of amber, and started wondering if he could use that as a varnish. But when he tried to reach for it, he got a slap on the hand and a stern warning that she better not see him using nail polish for a violin varnish. 

Back to the drawing board it was, then. And his nails did look nice as he tried to compose a piece, something that could be enjoyed by humans and Fangire alike.  

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Gai wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. One moment he was buying groceries with the rest of the Gokaigers, the next he was getting his nail painted as Marvelous told the manicurists in no uncertain terms that all he and his crew wanted was their nails made pretty, not their hands made soft. 

How Marvelous even knew they’d try and make their hands soft, Gai didn’t know. He didn’t recall Marvelous ever having painted nails. But the pirates looked good with them, all of them having their colors. Marvelous’ index fingers were a deep navy to go with the burgundy of the other nails. Joe’s navy were offset by a burgundy middle finger. Luka’s yellow fingers sparkled with pink gems. Doc had gotten silver ring fingers, to Gai’s pleasure. Ahim’s nails were pink on all but the pinkies, which were ironically yellow. And Gai had gotten green thumbs, which made him laugh to himself, as all the rest of his nails were silver. 

He wasn’t sure how long the nail polish would last if they had to fight, but it was something nice for now. 

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“You wanted to see me, Mother?” Takeru asked, kneeling in front of his adopted mother. 

“Yes, I want to get to know you and the other Shinkengers better,” Kaoru said. “I’ve been informed that painting nails was a good bonding activity, so if you can gather them here, we can do that.” 

Takeru silently wondered who had informed her of that, but promised to receive the other Shinkengers, finding them practicing either calligraphy or swordplay. 

They were surprised to find out their activity for the day, but the look Takeru gave them made it clear that they were going to do it. 

Kaoru’s hands were steady as she painted his nails a shade of red, and it was good bonding, Takeru had to admit, the two of them discussing how the monster fighting was going. Ryuunosuke was painting his nails blue with a look of intense concentration, while Genta was making a mess with his gold nail polish. Kotoha was doing Chiaki’s in green, while Mako did her own nails in pink. Painting Kaoru’s nails was slightly nerve-wracking, but Takeru thought he hadn’t done a bad job. 

When they were all finished, Takeru agreed that they would do it once a month or so, as part of mother-son bonding. 

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Hiroto wasn’t sure why he was surprised by anything the Go-Ongers did any more, but he was still kind of surprised to see Gunpei having his nails painted by Saki. Hant wasn’t the type to care, and neither was Renn, but Gunpei seemed too “I’m a cop” for that. Sosuke…Hiroto wasn’t sure what went on in that head of his, but his nails were currently red as he flipped his coin high into the air. 

“Lucky!” was the cheer that Hiroto heard as he headed inside the RV, looking for Renn. 

“Oh, hello Hiroto, you’re just in time for breakfast!” The hands holding the bowl that of course had eggs in them had nails painted the exact shade of blue on his jacket. 

“Did Saki use her country accent to threaten Gunpei into having his nails painted?” 

“Saki’s what?” 

“What?” 

“What?” 

Hiroto stared at Renn, who looked utterly confused. “You didn’t know?” 

“Just! Is that why Saki dropped the honorific for you? Something to do with that?” Renn said after a few seconds. 

Hiroto scowled.

Renn smiled slightly. “No, Gunpei agreed once Hant and Sosuke got their nails painted, she did mine first because I have breakfast to make. She’ll probably offer to do yours, too.” 

Hiroto considered that alarming possibility. Maybe it would be best to just agree before Saki used blackmail on him. 

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“What are you doing ?” Ian asked, having not expected to see this particular scene in the Spirit Base. 

“Painting Ucchi’s nails,” King said cheerfully. “We passed a manicurist and I offered to do it for him.” 

“Ah. You’re making a mess,” Ian pointed out. There was gold glitter nail polish everywhere . 

“It’ll wash off,” King said with a shrug. “I got all of you guys your colors, if you want to do it.” 

“I can do yours too,” Amy said, as she was currently doing Souji’s, only marginally better than King. 

“I can do mine myself,” Ian sighed, grabbing the black bottle. At least his would be neat. 

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“Why am I doing this again?” Ankh asked. 

“Because I need to practice and I already did Gotou’s, Date’s, and Hina’s?” Satonaka shot back. 

“Trust me, it’s just easier to go along with it,” Gotou called, looking at his green and silver nails and frowning. 

“We match, don’t we, Gotou-chan?” Date said with a grin. 

“You start with green and I start with silver, but yes, our colors match,” Gotou agreed. 

“I’m doing red, so I don’t even know why you’re complaining,” Satonaka pointed out. 

“You’re lucky Eiji is paying me in popsicles for this,” Ankh said with a roll of his eyes. 

He didn’t get a response to that, and there was a few minutes of quiet until Eiji came in, rolling in on his wheelchair. 

“Eiji! Let me help you,” Hina said, getting up and taking the popsicles out of Eiji’s lap.

“You’re next, Hino,” Satonaka said without looking up. 

“Okay,” Eiji said agreeably. “Your nails look nice, Ankh!” 

“Tch.” 

(But they did look nice, so Ankh started using his powers to make his nails whatever color he wanted.) 

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Kengo came into the Rabbit Hutch after school, Gentarou, Yuuki, and Shun all with him. The other four members were already in there, and Kengo barely had enough time to register that fact before Miu said “attack!” and he and the others were grabbed by the wrist and taken to the table of the Rabbit Hutch. Gentarou was taken by Tomoko, Yuuki by Miu, and Shun by JK, which left Kengo with Ryuusei. There was a lot of general confusion until everyone was settled. 

“What is the point of this?” Kengo asked, seeing all the nail polish in the middle of the table.

“Oops! Club bonding time!” Miu said with a mischievous smile. Next to her, Ryuusei rolled his eyes. 

“College midterms,” he mouthed at Kengo. 

Ah. She was stressed and was going to make it everyone’s problem. Kengo supposed it could be worse. At least nail polish could be taken off with some simple acetone. 

“Yuuki, I’ll be doing yours. JK is doing Shun’s, Ryuusei, you do Kengo’s, Tomoko, you do Gentarou’s.” 

“Aye, aye!” JK said with a salute, evaluating the colors in front of him and grabbing a red. 

“Can I get orange and white?” Gentarou asked Tomoko. Tomoko nodded but didn’t let go of the black bottle. 

“Did you have any color you wanted?” Ryuusei asked. His nails were alternating blue and purple, covered in silver glitter, clearly for Meteor. 

“Not particularly. Since when do you know how to paint nails?” 

“Since Jirou was very bored in the hospital as he was recovering,” Ryuusei said, choosing a blue that reminded Kengo of the Cosmic Switch and an orange. “And also because Miu-senpai made me do it a lot when uhhhh…” 

He didn’t need to finish the sentence. Gentarou might have forgiven him easily, and the other members had long since forgotten, but there was definitely a period of slight frostiness. 

“I trust you won’t somehow blow up the Rabbit Hutch, then.” 

By the end of the nail polish session, Kengo had blue nails with an orange accent on his ring finger and a slight headache from the fumes. He made a mental note to not have a full session in there again, but painting nails together as a club wasn’t bad. 

It certainly made Gentarou happy. 

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Nico knocked on the door of Emu’s apartment, but got no response. She sighed and looked under the mat. Sure enough, the key was there and she opened it with no problem. 

“Hi Nico, you ready to get your ass handed to you?” Parad asked. 

“You really need to hide your key better,” she scolded as Emu came in. 

“Ah, you’re right, Nico-chan,” Emu said, rubbing his head. “What are you holding?” 

“Hmm? Oh, this? I figured I could paint your nails, cuz I already got Taiga.” 

“While he was awake?” Emu asked hesitantly. Nico skipped passed him instead of answering. 

“Hey, Parad, can I even paint your nails?” Nico paused in her setting up of the table. 

“I mean yeah, but I can also just change the colors of them on my own,” Parad said, demonstrating by making his nails purple and magenta. 

“Woah,” Nico said in appreciation. “Come on, Emu, let’s get yours.” 

“I’ll have to remove it in about two days, just so you know,” Emu said, pushing a shade of pink at Nico, nearly pushing it off the table before Nico caught it. 

“Yeah, whatever, I’m just bored,” Nico shrugged. 

“I’m going to kick your ass in this game when you’re done,” Parad said, getting the controllers ready. 

“You wish!” Nico exclaimed. 

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Keiichiro wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he and the other Patrangers came to Bistrot Jurer earlier than usual, but it certainly wasn’t Umika painting Kairi’s nails on the steps. 

“Oh hey Keii-chan!” Kairi said cheerfully. 

“Don’t move, Kairi!” Umika scolded. 

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Kairi said with a roll of his eyes. Keiichiro noticed absentmindedly that Kairi was getting red nails, while Umika’s were yellow. 

“Umika-chan! You can do mine, if you wish!” Sakuya said from behind Keiichiro, nearly shoving Keiichiro into Tsukasa. 

Umika nodded and smiled uncertainly. 

“But why are you two outside?” Tsukasa asked. 

The two waiters rolled their eyes as one. “Touma.” 

“I’m still surprised that he allowed you to do his nails,” Kairi said, admiring his one hand. “Grumpy old man that he is.” 

“If you want meals for the next few days, I would advise you to do work once in a while. Hurry up.” Touma said, glaring at Kairi, having finished setting up, Keiichiro guessed. His nails were indeed painted, a deep blue.

“Hey, Umika, you should do Keii-chan’s next! I think you’d look good. You can have red, to match!” 

Keiichiro was suddenly glad that he wasn’t eating or drinking anything, for he would have choked. As it was, he had to endure smirking from Tsukasa, as Sakuya went on and on how cute Umika was. 

And if he spent more time than usual looking at Kairi’s hands…well hopefully only Tsukasa noticed. 

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Kagami didn't understand how Renge kept her nails so nice, considering that she was this thing called a “former soldier” and did this thing called “threaten people with a garrote” and “cooked all the time.” But somehow, she managed to do it. 

He had just arrived at the Tendou household when Jyuka grabbed him by the wrist and brought him to the courtyard. 

“Here he is, Renge-san!” 

“Jyuka-chan, what?” 

“Oniichan won’t let us paint our nails inside the house, so we’re doing it out here,” Jyuka explained. 

“Okay, but why am I here?” 

“We’re painting your nails, obviously,” Renge said calmly. “I already did Shishou’s.” 

“ Tendou allowed you to paint his nails?” 

“Grandmother said this, ‘to deny someone harmless fun is harmful’. I will take it off later, but for now, let Renge practice her skills.” 

Kagami turned around to see Tendou with his hand in the air, nails a matte red. 

“Yeah, okay, go for it, Renge.” 

The shiny blue was very nice, and Kagami enjoyed the splash of color on his hands until he had to take it off for his job. 

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“Brain, please. Why don’t you try it out?” Heart asked. 

“This is silly, childish, and pointless,” Brain sniffed. 

“You’re just mad Heart-sama accepted my suggestion and allowed me to do his,” Medic pointed out. “Stop being stubborn, you can do it yourself. Or Chase can do it.” 

Chase looked up from his task of “making his nails purple.” 

“I will do your nails if you wish, Brain,” Chase confirmed. 

“Are you guys doing your nails?” Gou asked, having arrived to the park the Roidmudes were gathered at with a picnic basket. “What colors do you have?” 

“We have white and red, if you were wondering,” Medic said with a little laugh. “Tell Brain to stop being stubborn, though.” 

“Fine, fine, I’ll do them!” Brain said irritably, grabbing the green bottle. 

“Here, I’ll help,” Heart said warmly. “My nails are dry now.” 

(Suddenly, Brain was much less irritable.)

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Ren didn’t even notice the nail polish at first, too busy being distracted by the fact that Shinji was wearing a pageboy cap with his hair in a ponytail. The only reason he noticed the nail polish was because the hand that came to adjust the cap had red and silver nails. Probably the work of the coworkers Shinji liked to complain about.

“What?” Shinji gave him a strange look. 

“Nothing, Kido, don’t you have work to get to?” Ren shot back. 

Shinji made little grumbling noises, then squawked when he saw the clock. “Crap!” 

Ren rolled his eyes. 

Shinji kept collecting hats, and his nails kept being painted, and frankly, Ren was going to go insane. 

“Where did you get the money to get a Windscale hat?” he asked as Shinji tried it on in front of the mirror in their shared room. 

“Megumi-san and Shimada-san dragged me thrift shopping after we got a manicure,” Shinji explained. His nails were black and red with yellow accents, not that Ren was noticing. Shinji made a pleased noise. “What do you think?” 

Ren was not going to admit that Shinji looked cute. 

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“Hey, Cap,” Jetta said as Naomi came in, his tongue sticking out as he concentrated on the task in front of him. 

Since the task was “painting Juggler’s nails,” Naomi had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. It hurt, so apparently that was what was happening today. 

“My sister wanted to do it a lot, so I learned how,” Jetta said to Naomi’s unasked question. “Do you want me to do you next?” 

“Uh…sure? But kinda neutral, you know my jobs.” 

(Frankly, it wasn’t fair how good Juggler looked with black nails, Naomi having to stick with a pale pink. Gai got light blue when he arrived, as well.) 

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Gamu, at this point, was used to seeing people he hadn’t invited in his apartment, no matter how well he thought he hid the extra key, so seeing Georgie and Atsuko in his apartment wasn’t an especially weird occurrence. 

No, what was odd was them painting Fujimiya’s nails, who looked faintly bewildered as Georgie painted one hand and Atsuko the other, Georgie talking loudly about their new XIG duties. 

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“We’re doing what?” Tomoya demanded, looking nonplussed. 

“Painting nails,” Chigusa repeated, dragging Tomoya to the table the rest of the group was at. 

“Must we?” 

Misuzu looked up from where she was painting Hikaru’s nails. 

“You got him! Good, now we’re all here.”

“I’ll paint yours when Misuzu is done,” Hikaru offered, his nails a bright orange, not the red or blue or gray that Tomoya would have expected. 

“...sure?” 

“Better him than me, look,” Kenta said good-naturedly, showing Tomoya his mess of a paint job. 

“It’s just ‘cause you haven’t practiced,” Chigusa said as she grabbed the polish remover. “I’ll show you.” 

(As loathe as Tomoya was to admit it, he did find it fun, his nails a shiny white by the time Hikaru finished.) 

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“Hey, Zack!” 

“Hi, Rica! Chucky and Rat on their way?” 

“Yeah, they’ll be here soon. Oh, hey Mei!” 

“Hello!” 

“Peko’s coming, right?” 

Kaito got out of the tree, wondering what was going on. 

“Oh! Guess what?” Rica squealed. 

“What?” Zack asked, although he figured he knew if Rica was acting like that.

“They can come! Oh, hey Micchi! You brought the supplies I asked for, right?” 

“Yes, of course.” 

Kaito crossed his arms. Clearly, this was some sort of Beat Riders reunion, but what Micchi of all people was bringing, he had no idea. Of course, Micchi was a rich kid, so who knew? 

“Hey everyone, sorry I’m late!” Peko called, Chucky and Rat in tow. 

“No worries, Micchi just brought the supplies!” 

A tarp was spread out, and Micchi got out the supplies, which turned out to be…nail polish? 

Zack grabbed a bottle of Baron maroon, then Peko’s hand. “Just this color or did you want gray too?” 

Kaito blinked. Apparently the world had changed quite a bit in the years he was dead. 

“Hey guys!” 

“Mai! Kouta!” 

The two of them looked towards Kaito as the Beat Riders hugged them, waving at him even as they chatted. 

Kaito scoffed, but ultimately had to wave back after Kouta pouted. 

…could gods wear nail polish?? 

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“It stinks in here,” Mio said, her nose wrinkling as she came in with Hikari, who also made a face. 

“Nail polish!” Right replied cheerfully, showing off a mess of red nails, the polish too thick and on his actual fingers, even to Mio’s inexperienced eyes. 

“I may have spilled some,” Tokacchi admitted nervously, his fingers fluttering as he pushed up his glasses, nail polish not much neater. 

“Sorry, Mio! I wanted to do it and just did it in here,” Kagura said with a little pout, her nails also a mess, glitter getting everywhere. 

Mio and Hikari exchanged looks, sighing as one. 

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Hana opened a door at 3:33 and found that the cafe car of the DenLiner stank. 

“What is happening?” she demanded at the closest Imagin, who happened to be Urataros. 

“Ryuuta discovered nail polish, and Senpai and Seig have been battling him for Ryoutarou.” 

“HE CAN’T WEAR THIS SISSY STUFF!” 

“Shut up, stinky Momo! It looks nice! And Cool!” 

“I said it was a wonderful idea, if they let me do it,” Urataros said, placing his chin on his hand. “But they wouldn’t listen.” 

Since it was Ryoutarou, there was nail polish everywhere, including in his hair and eyebrows. If Hana had to guess, there were at least three spilled bottles on his clothes. 

She sighed before climbing on a table to punch that idiot Momotaros. 

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Hiroyuki came into the EGIS office, not really listening to the new argument between Taiga and Fuma, although he winced as Titas used his ear to do squats while he walked, and was not prepared for the sight that awaited him. 

“Hiroyuki-kun! You’re next!” Pirika said, sounding pleased. 

“Next?” 

Homare rolled his eyes, waggling his free hand, which now sported EGIS blue on the nails. “Pirika is painting nails today.” 

“Oh, that’s why it stinks?” Fuma said, waving his hand in front of his face. 

“Okay…? Is there a reason for it?” Hiroyuki asked as he hung his jacket on the coat rack. 

“The reason is I’m bored!” Pirika said happily. “And I bought this polish yesterday!” 

Hiroyuki tilted his head but slid next to Homare all the same, trying not to snort as the Tri-Squad watched with commentary. 

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“Chief, I have the report here,” Yuma said, coming over to put it on Chief Ban’s desk. 

“Okay, thank you, Yuma,” the Chief replied, sounding a bit distracted but reaching his hand out to accept it all the same. 

“Oh! Your nails!” Yuma said before he could stop himself, having noticed that the Chief’s nails were a pearly pink. 

“Hmm? Oh, Tsugumi wanted to practice since she wanted hers to be nice for her next segment. She did a good job, don’t you think?” 

“Chief has painted nails? I want to see!” Rin called, not getting up from her chair and instead rolling over. “Ooh, she did!” 

“Right? But she said it was easier to do someone else’s over her own. So I had to try and do hers, and it didn’t go as well as she would have liked…”  

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Doigaki nudged Ayano, tilting his chin at Fubuki and Musashi, who had just come in. 

“Are they wearing nail polish?” he whispered, making Ayano pop out of her seat to check out their hands, which seemed a little closer than coworkers’ should have been, but she ignored that fact. And yes, there was black nail polish on Fubuki’s nails, and the same shade of blue as the EYES outfit (and not his undershirt) on Musashi’s. 

“Did you guys lose a bet??” Ayano asked, making Doigaki groan. 

“What?” Fubuki snapped, reddening and stiffening when he saw where Ayano was looking. 

“No, the grannies at Fubuki-san’s hometown were all excited about some nail polish that…” 

“Noguchi-san’s granddaughter,” Fubuki muttered. 

“Yes, her! She sent some and we couldn’t really refuse, could we, Fubuki-san?” 

“Shut up.” 

(Ayano caught him looking at his nails like he liked how they looked several times, as did everyone else.)