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DC X Rider Ch 132
🕑 Added 2025-03-31 15:14:56 +0000 UTCGosh, I can't stop thinking about Kamen Rider lately. He's just so amazing, you know? The way he fights, the cool armor, his bravery - it's all so inspiring. I mean, he's saved my butt more times than I can count. He's like, my best friend or something. Wait, no, that's not right. He's not my friend, he's just... someone I really admire. I don't know, there's just something about him that makes my heart flutter whenever I see him. But it's not like I have a crush on him or anything. He's just a really great hero, that's all.
"Kara,"
I can't believe how many times he's had to come to my rescue. I'm supposed to be the superhero, but I always end up needing his help. I just wish I could be as strong and capable as he is. Maybe then he'd see me as an equal, instead of just some damsel in distress.
"Kara? Are you even listening?"
Ugh, why do I even care what he thinks of me? I shouldn't be so focused on impressing him. I should just focus on being the best Supergirl I can be. But... I can't help but want to prove myself to him, to show him that I'm not just some helpless girl. I want him to see me as a true hero, someone he can rely on, too.
"Kara!" Haruka calls, trying to regain my focus.
"Ah! What is it?"
"You seemed distracted for a moment there. Is everything alright?" Haruka inquires.
"Oh, I was just pondering my next article topic for CatCo," I reply, offering a brief smile.
"Then, want to check out the city? You might find a story if we look around," Haruka suggests, his expression open and friendly.
"Sure!" I reply, eager to spend more time with him. Pushing down the fluttering in my chest, I fall into step beside him as we head out to explore National City.
As we walk, I can't help but steal glances at him, admiring the way the sunlight catches on his dark hair and the confident set of his shoulders. I've always been drawn to Haruka's bravery and determination, but there's something else there too - a gentleness and kindness that makes my heart skip a beat.
"So, any ideas on what kind of story you're looking for?"
"I'm not sure, to be honest," I admit, feeling a little lost. "There's just so much going on in the city, it's hard to know where to start."
Haruka nods thoughtfully. "Well, why don't we grab some hotdogs and just take in the sights for a bit? Sometimes the best stories come from simply observing the world around us."
I smile, my worries easing. "That sounds perfect."
We head to a nearby hotdog stand, the savory scent making my mouth water. Haruka orders us each a classic dog, then we find an empty bench to sit on. As we eat, I can't help but sneak glances at him, watching the way he digs into the hotdog with such obvious delight. Gosh, even the way he eats is kinda cute, you know? I try to play it cool, but I can feel my cheeks heating up a little.
Reflecting back on the past few months, I can't believe how close Haruka and I have become. He's always been there for me, whether I needed a listening ear or a shoulder to lean on. We've been through so much together, and I know I can count on him no matter what.
At first, I'll admit I was a bit in awe of him - I mean, how could I not be? He's brave, strong, and just an all-around amazing guy. But over time, our friendship has grown into something deeper. I find myself looking forward to our daily coffee runs and spontaneous adventures around the city.
Haruka is my best friend, plain and simple. I trust him with everything, and I know he feels the same way about me. We have this unspoken bond that just... works, you know? I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Sometimes, though, I catch myself wondering if maybe there's something more between us. The way my heart flutters when he smiles at me, or how I can't seem to get him off my mind - it's got me a little confused, to be honest. But I don't want to ruin what we have by reading too much into it. I'm just grateful to have him in my life, even if it's only as my best friend.
"Have you thought of a story topic yet?" Haruka asks, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest.
I blink, realizing I've been lost in my own thoughts. "No, not yet," I admit sheepishly. "But I've got a few days to figure it out. There's just so much going on in this city, you know? I'm sure I'll find something good."
Haruka nods, taking another bite of his hotdog. "Well, you know I'm always here if you need a sounding board. I'd be happy to brainstorm with you."
I smile, feeling grateful for his support. "Thanks, Haruka. I really appreciate that."
A private jet lands on the tarmac of National City's airport. The airport staff quickly gather, preparing to greet the upcoming high-status individual about to disembark. They straighten their uniforms and stand at attention, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their distinguished guest.
Damian, a young boy dressed in an expensive suit, steps off the private jet, his slicked-up hair and stern expression betraying his high-status upbringing. He surveys the bustling airport, his gaze critical.
"So this is National City," he murmurs, his tone casual yet unimpressed. Damian adjusts his cufflinks, already assessing the city with a discerning eye.
The airport staff greeted young master Damian with deferential bows, eager to assist the distinguished guest. Damian acknowledged them with a curt nod, his gaze already scanning his surroundings with detached interest.
Guided to a waiting limousine, Damian slid into the plush leather seat, his fingers deftly retrieving his phone. Scrolling through the detailed files, he murmured, "Kamen Rider, Supergirl, Superboy... Let's see what you're made of."
