"R-run away or die," says Ijichi, looking down at Gojō's shoes—he can't quite meet the man's blindfolded eyes, yet, not so soon, not at the morgue with the body of his student right there. "I warned them that fighting was absolutely not an option."
“Oh! Okay.” She pauses, then snorts at herself. “I’m sorry, I’m just. All anxiety right now.”
Nodnodnodnod he can understand that for sure he is ALSO all anxiety but also he is... kinda horny which is ENTIRELY THE INCORRECT EMOTION TO FEEL RIGHT NOW AAAHHH
Fortunately(?) for him, she has no idea.
“Right. Okay. Uh. Breathe. I will practice breathing. It’s okay, it’s ooookay.“ Shoulder lean. Whine.
Does breathing help? ...some, but her being so close doesn't and he's spiralling a bit aaaaah
She seems mostly recovered, and pulls back far enough away to look at him.
“Oh no, my poor Inori-kun. Do you want to sit down?”
She sits beside him, and holds his hand between two of hers.
"... Damn. I forgot my book," she observes.
Oh right she had been reading uh.
...he still doesn't have his words back, that sucks
“It’s fine,” she assures, leaning against his shoulder. “I just remembered and it bugged me.”
Aaaaaaaaahhh she's so nice and pretty and hot and attractive and he wants things he has no words for
Well she’s just going to lean against him and rub little circles into his hand with her thumb, and wait for his ability to form words or preferences comes back. Her other hand gets her phone, which is going to get cute animal pictures, stat!
“Well said!” she agrees, giggling and looking up from her phone. “It’s okay. Totally worth it.”
Oh no he’s so cute. She kisses his hand, because he is very, very cute.
But he seems like he wants to talk now? So she can try to help.
“One ‘Bwuh’ for you’d like help communicating, two if you’d rather I keep waiting. Either is fine. Take your time.”
“Oh that was very decisive, good.” Pause. “I have no idea how to help you communicate without, I dunno. Moving to text message or writing notes. Would that help?”
“Can do,” she says, and she minimizes the cute animal pictures in favor of a note taking app. She starts a new page and then hands over her phone.
… He can have his hand back, for typing, she guesses. But she’s going to keep holding onto his arm.
...............................................................okay he's maybe too embarrassed for typing in front of her.
He'll type something sort of hidden away from her and then give her the phone back while not looking at her.
Once she figures out he doesn’t want her to, she gives him space to write in peace. Before she figures it out, though, yeah she was totally going to do that, oops.
What does the phone say?
“Oh my goodness,” she says, and then she leans up and kisses him on the lips, because that was adorable and they just did the kissing thing so it’s fine to just kiss him now, right? Right.
Kiiiiiss wait no she interrupted his attempts to communicate, bad girlfriend! He needs communication assistance not kissing!
“I’m sorry,” she giggles, “I think I got in the way of you trying to talk. Thank you, you’re very pretty, too.”