scp r2 ♥ post-death pc catch-all with ichigo

[dereban]

[put me in the trashbin because honestly that's what this is for tbh

and also i have no good shitposts for this]


also cw: vague nsfw mentions in one of the threads I'M PRETTY SURE

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week 3, post-trial (sat)

[dereban]

[ HEY ICHIGO WHERE YOU AT because Inaba's gonna hunt you down once she's done hitting up some people on the tablet because everything has gone to shit and she wants to talk to him and now should be a good time to do just that because she honestly has no idea how to feel about everything that happened??

She's confused and she doesn't even feel any better about herself but clearly.

Clearly.

Focusing on other people is better right now. ]

[bladeisme]

[HE'S....in the lobby, lying down on one of the couches.

He looks...well, like shit - like he just had every single emotion of his get put through the wringer, and now he's lying here like a wet rag.

After a moment, he puts a pillow over his face.]

[dereban]

[ It's kind of weird that even in spite of everything that's happened and how much of a shitshow that trial was? She sure is looking a lot better than Ichigo is, especially now that she's just going to attempt to poke him on the side several times. ] Ooooi, Earth to Ichigo, do you copy?

[bladeisme]

[There's just a groan, and he tries to slap away her hand.

Leave him here under the pillow, Inaba.]

[dereban]

If you want to be like that I guess I don't have to tell you the thing I promised to tell you. [ now she's just being a little shit ]

[bladeisme]

[


Removes the pillow.]

I'm listening.

[dereban]

Good. You better pay attention, because I'm not going to say this again, okay?

[ She takes a deep breath, straightening herself out, even as her cheeks burn a bright scarlet. ]

I thought that after everything that happened. . . I should probably say something, right? Since I don't know what's going to happen. With all of us, the game, this place-- everything. And I thought that if I didn't say it now, I might regret not saying it at all.

[ ... ]

I-- [ Hesitates, swallows hard, and- ] I like you, Ichigo.

[ There. She said it? ]

[bladeisme]

[There's - a lot there, and for a moment? He's not sure what to do.

But -]

D...do you mean as a friend, or....?

[Though even as he says those dense-ass words, he's still blushing.]

Be-because I, uh...I like you, too. In, uh. That way.

[It's official, he's redder than his hair now, and he's distinctly not looking at her, using the 'daisuke' version of like.]

[dereban]

I mean as more than a friend, you idiot. Don't make me talk about it twice. [ She's just as flustered. They're good at this. ]

[bladeisme]

[This is why two tsunderes are the worst.

Then...he gently places his hands - swordcalloused as they are - on her shoulders, leaning in, looking...incredibly vulnerable for a moment, before looking away and clearing his throat.]

Then, um....is it...alright if I kiss you?

[dereban]

[ . . . there's a long pause for a good moment before she doesn't even answer him, instead just leaning in the rest of the way to capture his lips in hers. That's her answer. ]

[bladeisme]

[-!!

His eyes widen, but, as if out of some stereotypical drama, his eyes flutter shut, and he leans into the kiss, moving his hands to wrap her up into his embrace.

A small part of him thinks that he should have been the one to start this, yet....he can't really complain when this is the result.]

[dereban]

[ Inaba was always the type of girl that would do things her own way, and this is a good show of it. The kiss is warm and affectionate and she can't help but let soft sounds of desperation and need when he wraps her up real close.

It's nice.

And it's comforting, and she doesn't want to let go because if she does, she'll start thinking about all the shit that's gone down and she just.

She wants to forget for a little while and just enjoy the moment. ]

[bladeisme]

[Oh, um.

Those noises are...nice, and he understands. He's just as desperate to forget everything - this resort, the situation surrounding them being here, around her being like this with him - and just get lost in the kiss.

...Though a little tongue does flick across her lips after a little while - just questioning if she wants to go deeper.]

[dereban]

[ He better call her out on it later, because her voice definitely pitches quite a bit whenever she's like this. And she's honestly just enjoying the affection.

To the point where she honestly could care less about the world and just parts her lips for him, eager for more. Yes, she wants more. Go deeper with her. Please. ]

[bladeisme]

[...Well.

He's not going to deny an invitation like that, and he eagerly does, tongue sliding into her mouth.

IT's the first time he's ever done anything like this - and he's clumsy and inexperienced - but he's eager, savoring in the warmth and her own taste, so different than his own.]

[dereban]

[ The eagerness of it all makes up for any inexperience; after all, it's not like Inaba herself has much in the way of it, given that she hasn't exactly kissed much.

And definitely not like this. It's enough that it almost feels overwhelming, but that doesn't matter right now. Not when she's so desperate for it and even melts so easily, being able to taste him, her heart racing in her chest. ]

week 4, post healvore

[bladeisme]

[After he's cleaned off, he goes out to seek Inaba - after all, he's sure that she's got plenty to say to him.

Where would she be?]

[dereban]

[ She is actually in her room! Is he gonna knock or is he going to just come in without her permission like the last trial?? ]

[bladeisme]

[God, he'll knock first!! He's not an animal.]

Inaba?

[dereban]

[ That voice is— ] Door's unlocked, so come in. [ If he does open the door, he'll see that Inaba is chilling on the bed with her pajamas (they're cute! and pink! don't judge!!) with a mug of hot cocoa and her violet laptop on her lap. ] What's up?

[bladeisme]

...I figured I should...I don't know.

[He pauses, scratching the back of his head and looking away, before looking back at her.]

...I wanted to apologize. For getting myself hurt, after I told you I'd be fine.

[dereban]

[ She regards him rather quietly for a bit before letting out a rather heavy huff through her lips, closing her laptop and placing it to the side before her shoulders relax a little, patting the bed a bit. ]

You can come and sit, if you want. And... I accept your apology, Ichigo.

[bladeisme]

...Okay.

[He does just that, though he feels a little sheepish about it, a hint of red coming to his face.]

I just - I know I worried you. It seems like that's all I do, lately.

[He laughs, though it's weak and falls flat.]

And...I don't want to make you worry like that. Not anymore. Not when we're still not done here.

[dereban]

You're a stupid idiot, you know that? [ But once he joins her, she'll just allow herself to lean up against him a bit if he lets her. ] I'm always going to worry about people. It's kind of. . . in my nature, I guess? It's the type of person I am. And honestly if I didn't, I think I'd be concerned for a completely different reason.