#91 Sacrifice
Based off of a scene from the second chapter of the manga. Dialogue is from the translated English version on onemanga.com.
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It was the second time he had seen Sailor Moon. The second time his life had been turned upside down. Once again he found himself waiting, observing until he could no longer stay idle. He grabbed her from behind and quickly told her to kick high, supporting her as she followed his advice. She did so with such enthusiasm that she would have fallen backwards had he not caught her.
"Tuxedo Kamen!?"
"The enemy was just before your eyes! Be careful!"
His one hand held her side while his other hand had rested on her thigh. His heart thumped wildly in his chest at the strange position he found himself in. If a week ago someone had told him he would be wearing a tuxedo and a mask while playing superhero to a girl in a skimpy sailor suit...well, he wasn't sure how he would have reacted, the idea was just too absurd. But here he was. And here she was. And it was all definitely very real.
No dream could feel this warm. This real. This right.
A scream broke him from his reverie. Oh right, there was still a youma to defeat. Even though he wanted to continue to hold her in his arms, maybe press a kiss to that perfect rosebud mouth, he reluctantly set Sailor Moon on the ground.
"Hurry and help your friend," he told her before making his exit at stage right.
He hoped this "Sailor Mercury" appreciated his sacrifice.
words: 246
It was the second time he had seen Sailor Moon. The second time his life had been turned upside down. Once again he found himself waiting, observing until he could no longer stay idle. He grabbed her from behind and quickly told her to kick high, supporting her as she followed his advice. She did so with such enthusiasm that she would have fallen backwards had he not caught her.
"Tuxedo Kamen!?"
"The enemy was just before your eyes! Be careful!"
His one hand held her side while his other hand had rested on her thigh. His heart thumped wildly in his chest at the strange position he found himself in. If a week ago someone had told him he would be wearing a tuxedo and a mask while playing superhero to a girl in a skimpy sailor suit...well, he wasn't sure how he would have reacted, the idea was just too absurd. But here he was. And here she was. And it was all definitely very real.
No dream could feel this warm. This real. This right.
A scream broke him from his reverie. Oh right, there was still a youma to defeat. Even though he wanted to continue to hold her in his arms, maybe press a kiss to that perfect rosebud mouth, he reluctantly set Sailor Moon on the ground.
"Hurry and help your friend," he told her before making his exit at stage right.
He hoped this "Sailor Mercury" appreciated his sacrifice.