Tokusatsu musebox

I'm fussing. I know I am. For all that these uniforms were tailored for us, I still feel as though they're ill-fitting and uncomfortable. I don't mind so much, the Brace on my wrist, though I'm concerned that they were designed identical. Etienne's should be on his right wrist, so as to be operated with his left, his dominant hand.

I tug at his jacket for him, straightening it, and then smooth his hair down. Usually this is the sort of stuff he does, but that's when he's smartening me up for looking nice when we go out. This is different, this is... This is important, and I want us both to look more professional than I think we get credit for sometimes. Seeing as we're always together. Seeing as we literally cannot function without one another. Seeing as most people consider that a weakness.

This will be the first time in thirteen years that all five of us kids are brought together, though none of us are kids anymore. Youko-chan's nearly grown herself. I find it hard to think that she's sixteen now.

Hiromu-kun is even more of a conundrum to me. We haven't seen him in over a decade. His sister kept him away from the rest of us, and even Takosawa and Kotako don't know his Buddyroid well at all.

"It'll be alright." I say aloud, though I know I'm mostly reassuring myself. "Won't it?"