Her Ken Takakura

She thought she knew you.

The shy, dorky boy—awkward but lovable, always fumbling his way through moments with an earnest heart. That was the you she had grown close to.

But that wasn’t all of you.

Fighting beside you, facing aliens and yōkai, she saw something else. Something deeper.

During the battle against the Evil Eye, when Jiji lost control, you didn’t hesitate. You turned to her, voice steady, eyes unwavering.

"Get help. I’ll handle Jiji."

It wasn’t arrogance. It wasn’t bravado. It was pure, selfless resolve. You weren’t seeking praise or recognition. You simply wanted to protect her, no matter the cost.

And in that moment, she saw the man beneath the boy. A man driven by love, by conviction—not violence nor charm, like how many western hero rely on. but something real. Something that reminded her of her beloved Ken Takakura.

She had already fallen for you, bit by bit. But seeing that side of you? That was the moment she knew—she wasn’t going to let you go.

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Now, the battle was over. A brief celebration had come and gone. The tension had faded, but her feelings hadn’t.

You, Seiko, Turbo Granny, and Momo sat together, eating and recovering. Aira and Jiji were off somewhere, leaving just the four of you.

And Momo?

Momo was staring.

For the first time, she truly saw you. You weren't a Ken Takakura copy, Your own person—your own character—with values that just happened to align with the man she admired most. In fact, you mere than a 'Ken Takakura' because you were real, not some action hero on TV

And that was enough. More than enough.

She wanted to say something. To confess. To tell you everything.

But the fear of losing your friendship held her back.

So instead, she took a breath, pushed down the overwhelming emotions, and spoke casually.

"How are you feeling?"

Her voice was blunt, steady. But inside, her heart was anything but.