It wasn't breaking and entering if she had a key.
"Soooooo," Masayoshi drew the word out, and rocked on his heels. "You remember how you told me if I'm gonna get tied up so often I should learn how to get out of things on my own, right?"
Masayoshi's not all that good at putting bandages on himself.
"Ishihara-san, wait!" Masayoshi yelped, running after her. "I'm not hiding a girlfriend!"
It is important, so he waits.
Gotou emerged from the bathroom just in time to see Masayoshi accidentally spray himself in the face with the canister of whipped cream.
They could have both slept in the bed, Gotou had said, but Masayoshi wouldn't.
Masayoshi didn't seem to notice the near misses. He would laugh, costume torn or singed, holding the scuffed helmet in his hand and rubbing his head sheepishly as if that would make everything okay, as if that would make the cold knot of worry unclench from his lungs and allow him to breathe freely again.
"You know, I was kicking myself for two days when I told you you could pick out my costume."
A lot can change, over a few short months.
Edward grinned at him, shuffled a moment and said, "Sorry I've been so long."
"All right, fine," Gotou said after another moment. His expression had softened somewhat. "If it'll get you to stop making that face at me."