[ So after those two weeks after the game and coming back, she is gonna sneak back into Atsushi's room - or well, right outside it, still in her school uniform before knocking.
When she speaks up, it's with a purposely deep voice, trying to sound masculine. ]
Excuse me, I have one special delivery for a Nakajima Atsushi?
[Still, he opens the door and gives her a warm smile. He's trying so hard to keep himself calm, but he feels like he's about to jump out of his skin. Six long weeks, and he's missed her every single day.
But instead of just grabbing her, he'll offer out his hand to her. Come on in, it's time for a reunion.]
Damn it. Maybe I should have asked the gods to give me a voice changing device instead.
[ She snaps her fingers as if disappointed, but she's anything but; matching his warm smile with one of her own, grabbing his hand into her own and squeezing it tight.
It's been too long since they've last seen each other. Way too long, and she's thought about him every single second. ]
I'm back.
[ She says those words in Japanese.
Tadaima.
Even if Inaba doesn't think of this place as home, it's still the place where he is. And it's enough to make her tear up already. ]
['Okaeri'. Because even if this building, or even this room isn't home, Atsushi's "home" is wherever he and Inaba can be together.
Seeing those tears in her eyes is what spurs him to pull her into a tight hug too.One that he's reluctant to let go of, because it's been Too Long since he's held her like this.]
You say that like we haven't talked about embarrassing stuff before.
[They're both thirsty teenagers, they've definitely had conversations about things neither of them have much experience in. And then there's just the day-to-day nonsense they get involved in somehow.]
[He might have trouble remembering at first, since he's so used to calling her Inaba, but he'll try. If she's giving him permission, then it must be something she's thought long and hard on.]
[Okay, Atsushi is going to take Inaba's hand with one of his own. Then he's going to hold his free hand up and try to turn his fingertips into claws, as he often does when he's fighting. But nope, it's still human, so long as Inaba has the nullification on.
So he looks up at her finally, with a look of absolute befuddlement on his face.]
[Though what is important now, at least in Atsushi's mind, is a bit difficult to bring up. And as his mind wanders in that direction, his cheeks start to turn pink.]
S-so, um...we can touch each other now too, right?
[ Even if it might be difficult for him it's. . . actually, no. It's hard for Inaba to bring up, too. Because in spite of how she acts very much like a prude at times to the point where she can tease easily, when it comes to acting on it she's just a little bit hesitant and nervous.
Which is probably why her cheeks color like a beet red tomato, freshly picked from the garden. ]
I mean, yeah. . .? I've been thinking about using it for that ever since I got it.
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When she speaks up, it's with a purposely deep voice, trying to sound masculine. ]
Excuse me, I have one special delivery for a Nakajima Atsushi?
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[Still, he opens the door and gives her a warm smile. He's trying so hard to keep himself calm, but he feels like he's about to jump out of his skin. Six long weeks, and he's missed her every single day.
But instead of just grabbing her, he'll offer out his hand to her. Come on in, it's time for a reunion.]
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[ She snaps her fingers as if disappointed, but she's anything but; matching his warm smile with one of her own, grabbing his hand into her own and squeezing it tight.
It's been too long since they've last seen each other. Way too long, and she's thought about him every single second. ]
I'm back.
[ She says those words in Japanese.
Tadaima.
Even if Inaba doesn't think of this place as home, it's still the place where he is. And it's enough to make her tear up already. ]
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['Okaeri'. Because even if this building, or even this room isn't home, Atsushi's "home" is wherever he and Inaba can be together.
Seeing those tears in her eyes is what spurs him to pull her into a tight hug too.One that he's reluctant to let go of, because it's been Too Long since he's held her like this.]
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[ She finds herself a little flustered when he suddenly hugs her, but it isn't necessarily a bad thing, as she actually likes being this close to him.
And it has been way too long.
But there's something else she should probably say here, isn't there? ]
Sorry for worrying you all this time, Atsushi.
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[And she didn't die again. That's an important factor here. She's alive, and she didn't have to die and get brought back.]
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There's a lot of things I want to talk to you about. Some of it is kind of embarrassing, though.
[ But the fact that it's alright is enough to be reassuring for her. ]
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[They're both thirsty teenagers, they've definitely had conversations about things neither of them have much experience in. And then there's just the day-to-day nonsense they get involved in somehow.]
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[ Her face continues to be rather red as she manages to stammer the words out. ]
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So what did you want to talk about this time?
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She pulls away from him a bit to wipe at her tears with her sleeves before awkwardly rubbing at the nape of her neck. ]
There's a few things.
I guess. The first one being that if you wanted to, and only because it's you-- I wanted to give you permission to use my first name.
[ Let's just start with that. That's actually the reason she's embarrassed, too, since her first name is something that decidedly flusters her. ]
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[He might have trouble remembering at first, since he's so used to calling her Inaba, but he'll try. If she's giving him permission, then it must be something she's thought long and hard on.]
What else?
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[ She swallows hard, a little nervous.
But even though they're still close, she brings her hands to touch his own. ]
. . . if you kissed me now, I don't think I would be able to stop.
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[That. That is actually pretty hot but he has to tell himself not to take it the wrong way.]
W-we would have to stop eventually, you know.
[He didn't get what she was implying, sorry.]
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What I'm trying to say is that I can have sex with you now without you having to worry, stupid.
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[He sounds even more confused, and now his cheeks are pink.]
But I- I know it's the new moon right now, but even now we still have to worry about the tiger!
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[ She places her hands on his shoulders, not looking at him directly now because she really, really needs to just be blunt about it. ]
I have nullification now. It's fine.
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[Okay, Atsushi is going to take Inaba's hand with one of his own. Then he's going to hold his free hand up and try to turn his fingertips into claws, as he often does when he's fighting. But nope, it's still human, so long as Inaba has the nullification on.
So he looks up at her finally, with a look of absolute befuddlement on his face.]
When did you get that?
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. . . well.
Long story short, a fortune cookie happened. During the weeks I was gone.
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[The gears are starting to turn in his head, and he's starting to get what she means.]
All the time?
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Um, I could have it on all the time, but I don't need to.
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[Both in power use and in personality.]
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[ She will take the compliment. ]
Anyway, that honestly isn't all that important, right?
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[Though what is important now, at least in Atsushi's mind, is a bit difficult to bring up. And as his mind wanders in that direction, his cheeks start to turn pink.]
S-so, um...we can touch each other now too, right?
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Which is probably why her cheeks color like a beet red tomato, freshly picked from the garden. ]
I mean, yeah. . .? I've been thinking about using it for that ever since I got it.
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cw suicidal ideation
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