He wakes up with a rasping gasp and immediately sits up and starts coughing.
What... the fuck?
Okay. To-do: research diseases, meet Yamanaka-san, and contemplate evacuating Tokyo in advance of Typhoon Godzilla.
I'm invisible to normies but I'm gonna land next to you, don't be startled into slipping and falling, he says, and after taking a moment to make sure that Haru listened does just that.
Haru listened but unfortunately fails to execute on this instruction. His feet go out from under him.
"Thanks. - what does this look like to regular people -" He manages to stand up again, leaning on Yutaka.
"Probably like you just did some kind of Michael Jackson stunt or something." Are there onlookers paying particular attention?
Yutaka untransforms, then, so that it no longer looks like Haru is leaning on nothing at all. "Yeah, so I've heard." His gem became a ring on his finger, which is pretty cool, too.
"Nothing much? I don't actually know of a good reason why magic should be secret and you didn't either, when we talked about it."
"Oh yeah that's a good point. Might be a lot more doable to convince folks if they can personally see supernatural stuff."
"And it sounds like Yamanaka-san's got an audience, I'll ask her when I meet her." He stops walking to pull out a notebook and add this to his to-do list.
"Might be hard to convince people that it's not just special effects, on a stage and all. ...you write things down on a physical notebook?"
"Yes? I do that with school stuff, too, did you somehow never see...? Do we not have classes together?"
"We do, a few, but lots of people write stuff on notebooks for class, I didn't know you wrote, like, reminders and stuff on notebooks, too."
Yutaka doesn't like how this went. At all.
He holds his hand out, palm up, so that the ring becomes his gem again, and, will he have to let go of Haru to transform, seems like he can just skip the transformation sequence actually, here he goes he's in costume again. So now he can rewind to...
Would you like help walking? It—kind of worries me, watching you wobble on the ice like that. —I'm on the roof but I'm invisible to normies.