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Inaban

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[spacialeyes]

[Her reaction encourages further silliness. As much as he's interested in her offer to switch positions, Yuuto is currently focused on the most important task: Making Himeko happy.

Or embarrassed.

They can be the same thing if you believe.]

I'm Space and Time. I'm sure I could break some rules for the girl that I love~.

[dereban]

Ehh, I didn't know you were actually such a bad boy, Yuuto...

[spacialeyes]

Well, there's someone that I really want. I'd do anything to prove that I love her.

[dereban]

Hmm. Like what, exactly~?

[spacialeyes]

Hmmm... Is there anything that you want? [He gives her a playful squeeze, pressing closer when he adds in a whisper;] My offer was to slow time... But time already feels slower when you're here. You feel like a star, Himeko.

[dereban]

I just want more of you, Yuuto. I want... everything of you. Can I be that selfish just for right now?

[spacialeyes]

I want that too. I want to give you everything, Himeko.

Be as selfish as you want. I'll give you anything you ask for.

[dereban]

Then...

[ Her hand goes between the two of them before she reaches to where his pants are. ]

Can I...?

[spacialeyes]

[He's glad that she isn't necessarily listening to his heartbeat anymore. The stuttering mess of words he uses in reply aren't much better though:]

Uh- Um- I-If you want, mm... Mmhmm.

[dereban]

I do.

[ Inaba's words are earnest, nodding. ]

I said I wanted all of you, and I meant it.

[spacialeyes]

[He slowly moves to cover her hand with his,] Then... Sure. Let's- Let's be closer... I want to give you all that I have, Himeko. [And he carefully moves her hand to his chest, so she can feel his heart again,] Everything.

I love you.

1 / 2

[dereban]

Mmm.

[ She smiles before pressing her forehead against his own, relaxed. ]

I love you, too. So... you can have my everything as well.

[dereban]

[ -and one nsfw timeskip later: ]

... I said that I was going to explain what I meant earlier, didn't I?

[spacialeyes]

... Huh? [Give him a moment, Inaba! Yuuto has switched to cuddling and is still overwhelmed by how much she loves him. He is slowly switching mental gears though.] Mmm... If you want to explain, I'll listen..?

[dereban]

Thank you.

[ Her voice is earnest, but she'll keep close to him at least. ]

When I said that 'everything' isn't real... I meant more that [I] am not real, as a person.

[spacialeyes]

Himeko, we just had very real sex.

[dereban]

That's-- I mean yes, but...!

[ How does she explain this. Now she's extremely flustered. ]

[spacialeyes]

I-I'm listening! I just wanted to be sure that we were on the same page about that.

[dereban]

Well, anyway. My whole life, my whole world... it's all just fictional. It's a story that was written by someone else for people's entertainment.

[spacialeyes]

Like a "god?"

[dereban]

I guess you could argue that in a sense... but they're just a normal person.

[spacialeyes]

Do they take good care of you..?

[dereban]

Well... there are at least two different ones. And both of them have made me suffer in a lot of ways. I guess one of them is still doing that right now, too. Even if that's a bit strange to admit in lieu of everything.

[spacialeyes]

… Alright. I think that I understand.

[Yuuto sighs. He knows that if he was anyone else, then he wouldn’t be able to understand this easily. But Yuuto knows about a library where all worlds and lives are collected as story books. The idea isn’t too far fetched for him to accept.

He moves a hand behind her head again, encouraging her to relax against him.]

That’s scary, huh? No wonder you were so quiet about it.

[dereban]

Sorry.

[ She leans against him, knowing that she can at least try and relax in his presence. ]

I've never actually spoken about this with anyone, before... honestly, I always thought that I'd have to pretend that it just wasn't a thing for the rest of my life, because it's crazy, right? The idea of just being a fucking puppet for someone else all the time.