They left the med wing in a loose three-person line that looked far more official than it was. Raizen walked in front, the hospital shirt traded for a clean white blouse and jacket. Hikari stayed half a step off his left shoulder — close enough to catch his elbow if he slipped, far enough to pretend that wasn't the plan. Kori drifted on his right, angled just ahead, talking like the entire world belonged to her.
A few medics glanced up from their tablets as they passed. One older woman gave Raizen a short, respectful nod.
"Careful," Hikari murmured as the hall dipped into a low ramp.
Raizen's step shortened. He didn't stumble, but his legs ached. "I've got it. Thanks."
She nodded, as if that answer counted as a win.
"Of course he's got it," Kori said, sweeping a hand across the exit sensor. "He's a hero, isn't he? Heroes walk down ramps, they pose, they sign autographs. Arashi once did all three in quick succession and a sponsor cried."
