Kamen Rider in DC

Haruka stared out the car window, watching the cityscape of National City blur past. Hana, the woman claiming to be his mother, glanced at him from the driver's seat, her brow creased with concern.

"Honey, are you feeling alright?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing. "I know this must all be so confusing for you."

Haruka turned to face her, offering a small, polite smile. "I'm fine, Mom. Just trying to wrap my head around all of this."

The word "Mom" still felt foreign on his tongue, a title he had never associated with anyone in his life. But Hana and Matsu, the man beside her, had been nothing but kind and welcoming, despite his lack of memories.

As they pulled up to the towering gates of National High School, Haruka felt a twinge of apprehension. This was his last year of high school, the doctor had told him, but the thought of returning to a life he couldn't fully remember filled him with uncertainty.

"We're here, sweetheart," Hana said, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "I know it's going to be strange at first, but the teachers and your friends are all looking forward to having you back."

Haruka nodded, taking a deep breath. "I'll do my best to... fit in." The words felt hollow, as if he were merely playing a role, rather than reclaiming his own life.

As they walked through the school's grand entryway, Haruka couldn't help but notice the curious glances from other students. Whispers and murmurs followed in their wake, and he wondered just how much they knew about his accident and subsequent memory loss.

Hana must have sensed his discomfort, for she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, Haruka. The principal and your teachers have been informed about your situation. They'll make sure you feel welcome."

Haruka nodded, but deep down, he knew that no amount of support could truly prepare him for the challenges ahead. The DC universe Haruka's memories were still a mystery to him, and he doubted they would suddenly resurface, no matter how familiar the surroundings.

As they approached the principal's office, Haruka steeled himself, ready to face whatever the day had in store. He may have been thrust into a life he didn't recognize, but he was determined to make the most of it, even if it meant navigating uncharted territory.

Haruka followed Hana and Matsu into the principal's office, his eyes sweeping over the familiar surroundings. The room was exactly as he remembered it, with its mahogany desk and shelves lined with awards and trophies. Yet, it all felt foreign, as if he were seeing it through a stranger's eyes.

The principal, a kindly-looking man with graying hair, rose from his seat, a warm smile on his face. "Haruka, it's so good to see you back. We've all been worried." He glanced at Hana and Matsu, his expression turning somber. "I'm so sorry to hear about the accident and your memory loss. Please know that the entire school community is here to support you during this time."

Haruka nodded, his gaze shifting to the floor. "Thank you, sir. I'm... doing my best to adjust."

The principal stepped around the desk, placing a hand on Haruka's shoulder. "I can only imagine how difficult this must be. But I want you to know that we're here for you, every step of the way. Your friends are eager to see you, and your teachers are prepared to work with you to help jog your memory."

Haruka felt a pang of guilt at the principal's words. He didn't want to disappoint the people who clearly cared for him, but the reality was that he had no recollection of the life they were describing. The bank robbery, the Kamen Rider System – those were the only memories he could grasp with any certainty.

Hana reached out, taking Haruka's hand in hers. "We're all here for you, sweetheart. Don't be afraid to lean on us, or anyone at the school. We just want you to feel safe and supported."

Haruka offered a grateful smile, though he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever truly feel at home in this world. The weight of their expectations, the unfamiliar surroundings – it all felt overwhelming. But as he looked into the concerned faces of his parents and the principal, he knew he had no choice but to try.

"I appreciate that," Haruka said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do my best to... remember."

The principal nodded, his eyes shining with empathy. "That's all we can ask. Now, let's get you to your first class. I'm sure your teacher is eager to see you."

Haruka followed the principal down the familiar hallway, his steps slow and uncertain. The lockers lining the walls, the scent of chalk and cleaning supplies – it all felt like a distant memory, a life he could no longer fully grasp.

As they approached the classroom door, Haruka's heart began to race. The principal gave him an encouraging nod before knocking and stepping inside.

"Excuse me, Ms. Tanaka. I have someone here who I'd like you to meet."

Haruka took a deep breath and stepped into the room, immediately feeling the weight of dozens of eyes upon him. His classmates, once friends, now regarded him with a mix of curiosity and concern.

A kind-faced woman, whom Haruka assumed was Ms. Tanaka, approached him, a gentle smile on her lips. "Haruka, it's so good to have you back. Please, come in and have a seat."

Haruka nodded, his gaze shifting to the familiar desk in the back of the room. As he made his way to his seat, he couldn't help but notice the girl sitting next to it, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and hesitation.

"Haruka," Ms. Tanaka began, drawing his attention back to the front of the class. "I'm sure you're feeling a bit overwhelmed, but I want you to know that we're all here to support you. Your classmates have been informed about your situation, and they've been instructed to be patient and understanding."

Haruka glanced around the room, seeing the nods and sympathetic expressions of his peers. He swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their collective gaze.

"If you need anything at all – whether it's help with your schoolwork, or just someone to talk to – please don't hesitate to let me or any of the other teachers know," Ms. Tanaka continued. "We're all here for you, Haruka."

Haruka nodded, grateful for the teacher's kindness, even if he couldn't fully reciprocate the sentiment. As he took his seat, the girl beside him leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Haruka, is it true? Did you really lose your memories?"

Haruka glanced at the girl beside him, her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and her bright blue eyes framed by round glasses. "Kara Danvers," she introduced herself.

"Are we friends?" Haruka asked, trying to place her in the jumble of memories that eluded him.

"Not really," Kara admitted. "You've mostly kept to yourself since freshman year."

Haruka glanced at Kara, unsure if he should feel disappointed or relieved by her response. "So I was the loner kid, huh?"

Kara offered a sympathetic smile. "As far as I know, yeah. I haven't really seen you hang out with anyone else."

Haruka nodded, a familiar feeling of isolation settling in his chest. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised - the original Haruka's life seemed to have been a lonely one. But in a way, that suited him just fine. He was used to relying on himself, having few close connections. It was a comfort, in a strange way, to know that some things hadn't changed.

Still, a part of him couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like to have real friends, people he could truly confide in. But that was a luxury he had never really known, and he doubted it was something he'd be able to find now, lost as he was in this unfamiliar world.

Ms. Tanaka began the class, her voice calm and measured as she reviewed the day's lesson plan. Haruka found himself struggling to focus, his mind whirring with the weight of his newfound circumstances.

Beside him, Kara leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you get stuck on anything, just let me know, okay? I'd be happy to help."

Haruka turned to her, offering a small nod of appreciation. "Thanks, I... I'll keep that in mind."

As the lesson continued, Haruka found himself drifting in and out of focus. The material seemed familiar, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he was merely going through the motions, rather than truly engaging with the content.

Beneath the desk, Haruka's fingers drummed against his thigh as he considered the mission Ada had presented him with. Stop three criminal activities within a week – it was a daunting task, especially for someone who felt so out of place in this world.

He glanced down at the Amazons Omega Driver Ada had provided, the device a constant reminder of the extraordinary responsibility that had been thrust upon him. Could he really be the hero this city needed? Or would he simply fail, unable to live up to the legacy of the Kamen Riders he had admired from afar?

Haruka took a deep breath, his brow furrowing in concentration. He had to at least try. For the sake of the young girl he had tried to protect, and for the chance to reclaim some semblance of control over his own life, he would do whatever it took to complete this mission.

As the class drew to a close, Haruka felt Kara's eyes on him once more. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Haruka offered a half-hearted smile. "I'm... managing. Thanks for the offer of help, by the way. I might just take you up on that."

Kara's face lit up with a genuine smile, and Haruka couldn't help but feel a twinge of gratitude. Perhaps, in this strange new world, he might just find an ally – someone who could help guide him through the challenges that lay ahead.

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