Author's Note: So I'm the first one to post an Akiba's Trip fanfic, huh? Oh, well. May as well start this category off somewhere.


The little kid stumbled away from her mother, giggling with the kind of joy that only comes so early in life.

She tossed the ball upwards, and went after it once it came back down to earth. Then, laughing, she would do it again. Each time, she got a little further ahead of her mother—and a little closer to the intersection.

"Chiyoko! Don't go too far!"

Not paying her mother's call any mind, the little girl threw the ball again. She watched as it arced upward, dropped back down…and landed in the middle of the street. As she left the sidewalk to retrieve it again, she failed to notice the limousine driving directly towards her.

"Chiyoko!"

Just before impact, there was a light-blue blur, and the little girl found herself back on the sidewalk.

She looked up.

"Are you okay?" the young man asked.

The one who had saved her stood up, letting her stand as well. He was wearing a light-blue shirt with a black long-sleeve underneath, a pair of black pants, and a thin black-and-yellow belt. He had messy brown hair and brown eyes.

"Chiyoko!"

The mother rushed forward, and the little girl found herself in a tight embrace. "Oh, thank goodness…" the mother breathed.

The young man watched this, a sheepish look on his face.

After a moment, the mother looked up at him, grateful. "Thank you for saving my daughter," she said. "Thank you so much."

"Hey, don't worry about it," the young man replied.


After the mother and daughter left, Nanashi heard another set of footsteps. Turning to find the source, he saw a girl with light-voilet hair in twin ponytails and a light-blue dress approaching him.

"That was rather kind of you," she remarked.

"Wouldn't you have done the same?" Nanashi asked, smiling. "After all, you've already done it once for me."

"I suppose you're right. But, at the very least, those two haven't encountered any Synthisters yet."

"Yeah, I guess that's a good thing. Dunno if it beats getting hit by a car, though…"

"Best not to think about it, Nanashi," the girl advised. "So, are we finished with our patrol?"

"Yep. Let's head back to MOGRA."

With that, the two inhumans walked back down Main Street.

"Oh—and, Shizuku?"

"Hm?"

"Thanks again. For everything."