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Sometimes Beroba would ambush him with something that could vaguely be called a syringe, at least in use. The people of the future had all sorts of fucked up tech and ideas of boundaries.
Namely, they had none.
Michinaga isn’t entirely sure what she did to him then, just that he woke up with a headache, but nothing ever felt too weird except the occasional injury, and those he could handle.
What he hated was the lack of control. The pain. The questions.
He’d always avoided hospitals, but now he almost thinks he’d rather die than go anywhere with drugs nearby. He’d even rather be passed out on the floor.
“Is it really that scary?” Haruki asks.
“Of course not,” Michinaga says. “They probably won’t even know you’re not human, I hear the place is legit but privste.”
By Riders, for Riders , Tsukasa said. That’s all he’s allowed to do, so I hear.
“This hospital looks abandoned,” Haruki replies.
“It kind of is,” Michinaga says. “But the other one is worse. And I want at least one opinion that isn’t your grandad’s.”
For his new… son, he’ll deal with this.
It really isn’t that bad. The “nurse” that greets him is a reminder that he doesn’t need, acts and dresses like his Beroba-shaped assistant.
“You Mayu’s nephew?” She asks. “You’re older than I expected.”
“Happens when your father throws you into a portal as a baby,” Michinaga says. Haruki blinks.
“I thought you were normal before you were a Kamen Rider,” he says.
The nurse laughs.
“That isn’t really a given,” she says. “Newbie wandered in a few months ago. He’s got two mouths!”
“What?” Haruki asks.
The nurse nods.
Everything goes well, at least.
“…He did notice I wasn’t human.”
“Yeah… But he won’t tell anyone. That’s your choice.”