He wakes up with a rasping gasp and immediately sits up and starts coughing.
What... the fuck?
"I just reaaaally hate the smell of blood that's all. Usually doesn't make me puke but this is a lot."
"Just kill the witch," says Haru on as little air as possible, trying to line up a shot.
Yeah, that he can do. Probably. It is going to die with extreme prejudice for making Haru feel bad like that.
It dies to bullets like all the others. Haru catches his breath once they're in the normal air again.
Yutaka can detransform and grab his phone to find the nearest drinking fountain for Haru. "That-a-way."
"Thanks." Haru goes and rinses out his mouth. "Was not actually expecting to have that problem. I should experiment with whether I can turn off smell like you can turn down pain, in case there's more of those."
"I'd be surprised if you couldn't," says Yutaka, drawing circles on Haru's back with his fingers. "Seems like stuff is pretty a la carte, with our bodies."
"Yeah." Sigh. Lean. "...did we leave the seed on the ground or did you get it while I was out of it."
"Should we—try to find the magicals from here or just—go home? Maybe let Kyūbey know that we have a seed for them or something?"
Yeah. Kyubey, if the Shibuya folks object to hunting in their territory we're okay with handing over the seed.
Yutaka is still not totally sold on this "being a superhero" thing, honestly. It seems like every night there's something bad. But, well, it's been less than a week.
"I guess we should go now?"
"Guess so. ...that would have really sucked to fight by myself, I'm glad you were with me."
Oh excellent. Even though they jerked off together earlier, or maybe because they jerked off together earlier, Yutaka's been itching to touch Haru again. He'll keep his hands above the waist until and unless Haru lets him do otherwise, and he'll only kiss Haru's neck exactly as much as Haru wants him to, but within those bounds Haru will be so made out with.