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[Feb. 27th, 2016|03:28 am]

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Ryouma tried a sip of his tea. Smooth and mellow, with an intoxicating jasmine aroma. It didn't even need sugar, as long as you chased it with a bite of dorayaki. "Was she a shinobi, too?"

Genma nodded, stifling another yawn. "She and my grandfather both were. She was a resource manager for Intel under Shodai, which I'm pretty sure means she was a handler."

Ryouma whistled. "So that's where you get the nerves of steel."

Genma scratched the back of his neck, smiling lopsidedly. "I don't know about that." He paused. "Do you really think I have nerves of steel?"

"You went down into the belly of a mountain to rescue civilians from an army of demons," Ryouma reminded him. "You directed our medical care in the field while paralyzed and fever-burned. You tottered out of your sickbed to perform emergency demon-removing surgery on a civilian. You coordinated the attack on Tsuta, nearly talked us out of that fight with Fukuda and her team—hell, you kept your head and kept her alive when I'd just meant to let her die—should I keep going?"

That faint pink flush was back, burning across Genma's cheekbones. He waved a hand hurriedly. "I was just carrying out the missions. But I guess— I hadn't really thought about it that way. When you put it like that…" He looked at his tea cup, at his crumbled dorayaki, at the shrine in the living room. And then, at last, at Ryouma. "Thanks."

Hadn't the lieutenant got his own performance review?

Maybe not, Ryouma realized. He was an officer, after all, not a first-month rookie or brand-new senpai. And Raidou, who would presumably handle any evaluation of the lieutenant's performance, was out of commission. Although Genma and Raidou had met up at least once, while the captain was off-limits to anyone else…

Ryouma squashed that small surge of irrational jealousy, and chomped down half his dorayaki.

Genma yawned again and rubbed the heel of his hand against his eye. His flush had faded back into hollow-cheeked exhaustion. "Sorry." He blinked, bleary-eyed. "It's not the company, it's the pills."

"And you were supposed to go straight to bed." Ryouma swallowed the rest of his dorayaki guiltily and shoved his chair back. "Thanks for the tea. And the scrolls. And— all the rest of it. I'll stop by tomorrow. Unless you want the day off?"

"Sure, I'll be here or in the office. Come by when you've got your study materials together. I want to see the flashcards Hatake produces for you." Genma levered himself up from his chair, steadying one hand against the table.

"You don't need to see me out," Ryouma said, alarmed. "I'm going." He snagged his scrolls and pastry-box off the table, paused to burn his tongue gulping the rest of his tea, and sketched a salute. "Sleep well, lieutenant."

"Thanks, Tousaki." Genma tapped a return salute. "See you tomorrow."

The cat was still sunning herself on the balcony when Ryouma let himself out. Ryouma crouched to scratch her ears, and released a long, slow breath. "Well," he told her. "I think it's gonna be okay."

She nipped his fingers.
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