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 To Weave A Spell Kamen Rider Fourze Tomoko/Ryusei The room smelled like too much incense burning at once. Too many scents, or too many sticks? Ryusei started to tell her so, but Tomoko's intense gaze kept his lips pressed shut. It wasn't unbearable. But it made him feel like sneezing. Almost a year. It seemed strange that he had known this girl for that long. This pale, petite girl with the over the top aura, whose presence was so much more than just her black-clad body and the lilt to her soft voice that made her sound like a whisper in the dark. Ryusei had always had a thing for petite, sturdy girls. It wasn't a rarity in Japan,

Precipice Kamen Rider Fourze Tomoko/Ryusei They didn’t so much decide to start dating. One day they had been standing next to each other, left behind by the zealous excitement of Gentarou’s transformation, and Tomoko just reached over to Ryusei and grabbed his hand without saying a thing or changing her Noh-mask expression. Ryusei had frowned and turned to her in surprise. He needed to transform too, but Tomoko;s grip was insistent. She was shaking. “Be careful." A quiet murmur, her lips barely moving. And his heart fluttered. (It took him until that night to realize it was a swelling of affection, not a pre-emptive bo