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[fujimaru]

Ritsuka Fujimaru | 藤丸 立香
19(?) / F / Who knows!!

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[impostorsyndrome]

That's the part that's wild to me. Anyone who gets to know me better and likes me even more must be crazy.

[But by now he's fully joking, or at least he's saying it playfully and squeezing her hands, even if it's still That Kind of joke. There's no darkness in his smile this time. Sometimes their humor is just self-deprecating!]

[fujimaru]

You're not the first person who's said that.

[ And he probably won't be the last. There's still more than half of the Lostbelts ahead of her, never minding what might happen in between them. ]

But that doesn't change my feelings either. You're stuck with me.

[impostorsyndrome]

Heh . . . you're the one trapped in here with me, or however that goes.

[They're stuck with each other, maybe. That's not a bad thought at all. He squeezes her hand, then looks down at his plate, a little self-conscious in that amused kind of way.]

We should probably get back to eating before we're stuck here together for real. Locked inside all night when they close up and we're still being annoying as hell.

[fujimaru]

I don't think they'd do that to paying customers! Even the annoying ones.

[ But the comment makes her giggle in spite of herself. What a thought, being locked in because they were having too many feelings at each other. Still, it's not as if she doesn't want to eat; she squeezes his hand in response, then finally lets go to pick up her silverware again. ]

But even when this place closes... I wouldn't mind being stuck together with you for longer.

[impostorsyndrome]

[He almost drops his fork at that. But he's reading too much into it, right?! He knows he is! But then what is she implying if not that she wants to "be stuck" with him . . . later? After? She probably just means hanging out. That's all, and that's fine! He wants that too! Recovering his grip on his fork, Kadoc nods.]

I mean, if you wanna hang out after we finish up here, I'd like that too.

[fujimaru]

I mean...

[ She had just meant hanging out, but the way he responds is a reminder that it could mean more than that. And they've agreed to--date, essentially, right? This is a thing they're trying to do. She's not brave enough to just suggest they go for... whatever, but-- ]

We could go for a walk? It's still early enough for that.

[impostorsyndrome]

I'd like that.

[He would! Kadoc's not brave enough to suggest anything more either. That's way too fast and shameless, anyway! She'd think he was just using her for sex! That couldn't be further from the truth, and the thought of it makes his stomach feel cold and hard with anxiety. Chasing her away by coming off as one of Those Guys would crush him.]

Sorry. It's not like I thought . . . anything of it. Just got surprised.

[fujimaru]

It's okay.

[ She means it, too, with a soft fond sincerity, reaching to touch her fingers briefly to the back of his hand. ]

As long as you don't dislike it, I'm happy.

[impostorsyndrome]

What the hell could I dislike about it?

[Rough language, but he says it gently and with a smile; he's just like this. She knows, by now, and she's agreed to date him anyway? What? It still hasn't quite sunk in, even though at the same time, it feels pretty natural to be sitting here with her sneaking in little touches over the table between bites of dinner.]

[fujimaru]

I don't know! I can't really make those choices for you.

[ But as bashful as she is, she's also visibly pleased, peeking at him under her lashes as she eats. As it turns out, sometimes, you really just feel good when someone you like likes you back. ]

[impostorsyndrome]

[She's making eyes at him! And he feels like a stupid teenager about it! There's a definite flutter in his chest meeting her eyes, and he's just going to finish up the last of his meal so they can get out of here and . . . they're just taking a walk, but that sounds pretty nice right now.]

There's nothing I've disliked so far. I dunno about you, but I'm having a good time.

[fujimaru]

Yeah?

[ So maybe she's a little overly eager in asking that, and she can't help but laugh at herself a beat later. He said so, right? She's happy to trust him like this. ]

Me too. I was--uh, I've been looking forward to it since you texted me earlier.

[impostorsyndrome]

Honestly, I've been thinking about it since that time at the . . .

[He cannot bring himself to say sex shop in this restaurant. Kadoc glances back and forth, and no one is listening anyway, and whispering it would make him feel literally twelve years old. But he can't do it! He rubs his face.]

. . . store.

[fujimaru]

The--...

[ Oh. That store. Ritsuka cuts herself off with a squeak, her eyes going wide and her face going pink. There's a moment where she looks around the room anxiously, as if any of the other tables might realize too, and then she finally looks at him again. ]

Uh. I. That's kind of... um. Flattering, somehow?

[impostorsyndrome]

It's not 'cuz I was being a creep about that outfit you had on or anything, just to get that outta the way.

[He doesn't want her to think he only decided to go for it because of that! But also, admittedly,]

. . . But you did look amazing in it. Just saying. That was just, you know, a bonus. Not the reason I started thinking about it.

[fujimaru]

That's... I wasn't thinking you were being a creep.

[ Really, he'd been almost gentlemanly in comparison to what Ritsuka thinks of as being a creep. She'd meant it when she said that she was flattered by his admission. ]

If--you weren't weird about it, so... the fact that you liked it is... nice.

[impostorsyndrome]

Yeah . . . I did. A lot.

[But even now, he's worried that putting too fine a point on it will tip over into creepiness anyway, even though now that he feels halfway free to say it, he's desperate to express it. He's been holding it inside all this time!]

[fujimaru]

Well, uh...

[ Now she's the one fidgeting, glancing from side to side, like she's expecting someone to pop out of the woodwork and eavesdrop at the last second. Honestly, since they're in a restaurant, it's not entirely unlikely, but... finally, she clears her throat. ]

I still have it. The outfit. Just so you know.

[impostorsyndrome]

[Oh geez. Oh man. Kadoc leans in a little over the table, totally unconsciously, his voice lowering. She's telling him this! Does that mean . . . he doesn't want to read too much into it, but . . . ahhhh. Aaahhh!]

. . . You ever worn it?

[fujimaru]

N--not yet...

[ Not yet. She knows what this might imply, and she's embarrassed as hell, but she's also not taking it back. She knows what she's doing, kind of. And she wants him to know, to make of the knowledge what he will. ]

[impostorsyndrome]

[He knows and he knows she knows! Ahhhhh! Kadoc is visibly flushed, ears bright pink, looking at her over his hand. But there's definite interest in his gaze, and he can't help but linger on her a little, thinking about it. Remembering—shit. She'd looked so good. He hadn't been allowed to really take her in that time, but what if now . . . ?]

Yeah . . . well, you should tell me about it. If you ever do put it on.

[fujimaru]

Don't worry, you'll be the first to know.

[ Because frankly, there is no way Ritsuka is ever GOING to put that thing on unless he's there, or if she ever gets the guts to take a sexy selfie. Or anything along those lines. She ducks her head, glancing at him sidelong to gauge his reaction to that. ]

[impostorsyndrome]

[Oh, he likes it. He's watching her, and . . . she wouldn't look at him that way if she didn't want him to like it, right? Maybe it's okay to give her a quick look up and down, just a little heated, and nod. Though he's still nervous enough about doing so that he swallows audibly when he does, too.]

. . . Looking forward to it.

[fujimaru]

[ She meets his gaze for a moment, long enough for it to feel Significant, then looks away, clearing her breath. That had... actually felt pretty nice? She's been stared at before and found that a highly unpleasant experience, but in this situation, with this man and this point they've found themselves in? She finds she likes it a lot. ]

If--if you're good, it might be sooner than later.

[impostorsyndrome]

[Ohhhh. Ohhh if he's good! He can be a good boy! Her saying it like that is embarrassingly exciting, too, in a way he decides he probably shouldn't let on to too easily. It's a little soon for . . . that. He clears his throat.]

I'll just have to be a—good. Be good. I mean, if you've got any requests, I'm all ears. Ways I can be good to you.