The anomaly in the Kamen Rider Universe

Aaron's mind raced as he left the training room, stumbling slightly with each step. His body felt heavy, like he'd just run a marathon, muscles sore, and joints stiff, yet the memory of Miyuki's cold yet overpowering presence lingered in his thoughts.

As he walked towards the fridge, his breathing was still slightly labored, and he could feel every muscle in his body protesting each movement.

3 fucking hours, nonstop, no fucking breaks, he did not sign up for this.

On the good side, he didnt catch a cold, she had matched their body temperature for that reason and now he could actually still feel his tool.

But still, in 3 hours, that stuff usually lasts 5 minutes, 3 minutes tops, he could go to 30 minutes but she quite literally forced his body to adapt for a third, fifth, sixth, seventh, eight...

TLDR, A lot of rounds happened.

And all of that energy had to come from somewhere, so he just used 3 pounds of fate he was planning on using for the fight on her.

He opened the fridge door with a shaky hand, grabbed a bottle of water, and gulped it down as if his life depended on it. The cold liquid soothed his dry throat, but it did little to ease his bewilderment.

Miyuki sat on the couch nearby, looking relaxed and content, like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

She was acting as if she hadn't just thoroughly exhausted him. Her white hair flowed gently as she leaned back, and there was a smug air about her, though her face was still cold and distant—her typical demeanor. She had won, and the satisfaction in her eyes spoke volumes.

Sure she may have struck when he was at his weakest but still she won, her first win ever since she started challenging him.

Even if the score was probably {100-1}

She had still won.

Aaron, not one to give in so easily, tried to shake off the feeling of being caught off guard. He was about to turn away when he caught sight of her, out of the corner of his eye.

Miyuki was slowly licking a lollipop, the gesture intentional, he knew that the gesture was intentional, the way the lollipop made a *pop* sound as she pulled it out of her mouth was quite suggestive.

She was scaring him.

From the kitchen doorway, Rui stood, watching her brother with her big, innocent eyes. She tilted her head slightly, clearly concerned, as Aaron leaned heavily against the fridge door, trying to recover.

"Big brother, are you okay?" she asked in her usual sweet voice.

Aaron, trying to regain some semblance of composure, forced a smile and gave her a quick nod. "Yeah, I'm fine, just... tired." His voice was strained, but he didn't want Rui to worry.

Rui, being the sweet sister she was, didn't press the issue and instead just nodded in return, but the moment wasn't lost on Aaron. His eyes flickered back to Miyuki, who continued to lick her lollipop, meeting his gaze with a teasing, knowing look. She was enjoying this far too much, and the smugness on her face only solidified that fact.

"Of course you're fine," Miyuki said, her voice smooth, but the amusement was clear. "You're resilient, after all."

.....

Scary woman...

....

Pov change

Aaron lounged comfortably at the weekend base, kicking back with a bowl of popcorn in his lap. The large screen in front of him displayed a live feed of Ikki and Daiji, both positioned in the middle of what seemed like a remote, barren landscape. A faint signal crackled through his earpiece as Ikki's voice broke the silence.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Ikki's tone carried a mix of skepticism and unease.

Aaron smirked, casually tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "When have any of my plans ever failed?" he said confidently between chews, clearly enjoying the unfolding situation far more than Ikki.

Ikki sighed, already regretting his involvement. He adjusted his stance, preparing for whatever madness Aaron had cooked up.

"But... is flipping off Gifu necessary?" Daiji chimed in, his discomfort clear in his voice. He adjusted his earpiece as he looked at Ikki, who shared a similar look of concern.

Aaron didn't miss a beat, the grin on his face widening. "Akaishi is Gifu's biggest meat rider. Anyone who dares slander the name of his glorious king will get punished. He's kinda like you, Daiji—you glaze 'justice' so hard, I can practically see the pubes in your mouth."

Daiji's brow furrowed, his expression immediately souring. "Even now, I'm catching strays?" he muttered, his voice low but irritated.

Aaron let out a laugh, fully enjoying the banter from his cushy spot, clearly unbothered by Daiji's frustration. The live feed flickered for a moment, but Aaron paid it no mind. The plan, ridiculous as it seemed, was moving forward, and he was just here for the entertainment.

"Relax, Daiji. Just follow the plan, and everything will be fine," Aaron said in a mockingly reassuring tone. "Besides, think of the satisfaction of pissing off Akaishi. That alone is worth it."

As Aaron orchestrated the chaotic scene playing out on the screen, Sakura's eyes locked onto something far more troubling than Ikki and Daiji's antics. The strange ice flower tattooed on Aaron's skin drew her full attention. She didn't remember him ever having it before.

The possibilities of where it came from flooded her mind, her thoughts racing in every direction. Perhaps it was a remnant of some battle, or maybe it was just another one of his strange ideas. But one possibility burned hotter than the rest—the chance that Miyuki was the one who had left that mark behind.

That thought ignited something fierce in her. Jealousy, a raw, seething kind, bubbled to the surface, setting off alarms in her heart. Sakura had always tried to suppress her feelings toward Aaron, rationalizing them as concern or something else entirely. But seeing that mark... her mark on him flipped a switch she could no longer ignore.

Aaron, oblivious to the storm brewing behind him, casually munched on his popcorn, eyes glued to the screen. But then, a sudden shift in the atmosphere hit him like a freight train, sending a chill down his spine. It was as if an immensely powerful demon had just spawned behind him. He could almost feel the heat radiating from Sakura's fury.

Turning his head slowly, he met Sakura's gaze, her normally vibrant eyes now a deep, furious shade of red. Her fists were clenched, and her presence was imposing, almost suffocating. Even her LoveKov seemed to be growing ominously larger, shifting into what looked like a massive cobra—its fangs bared and dripping with venomous rage.

Aaron blinked, his first instinct was to assume she was pissed about his latest reckless plan involving her brothers, using them as bait yet again. "Okay, okay, I get it, you're mad about Daiji and Ikki—"