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Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

My Ideal Partner

Height 180 cm (5'11) Body Type athletic Smokes no Drinks occasionally Drugs not usually Sign aries Education second year, high school Occupation student Income — Children no Pets no Hobbies cooking, kendo, books, games, origami, fishing

01. WINE OR BEER

Either, I guess

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

Hmm. Neither. No thanks.

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Bath.

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

I like both, but pirates usually have more interesting stories, right?

.05 TITS OR ASS

I…look. It. Ah, it depends on the person?

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Coffee, usually

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Both are good. …in moderation.

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Summer. But winter sports can be fun, too.

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Depends on the person.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Extra depends on the person.

Personality Type
ENTJ-A

ENERGY66%
extraverted
MIND76%
intuitive
NATURE52%
thinking
TACTICS78%
judging
IDENTITY94%
assertive

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Huh?! [That audibly and visibly catches Rise off guard. It's one thing to maybe be fuzzy on some details or misremember things. But to not have even heard of that girl.] But... senpai, she was your friend. She didn't come to school or anything, uh. [Hmm. How did they know each other?]

Was there something about a guy with a big nose?

[She thinks she remembers that coming up. What a bizarre thing to remember.

And the conversation goes on. Eventually, Rise flops back on her bed.] My head hurts.

If anyone ever wants to cast me on a TV show about alternate universes I'm going to literally punch them.

[The problem is, Yu came into this conversation looking for answers...but by the end of it, all he has is more questions. Who's Marie? What's with the bass guitar solo thing and the dancing? Does any of this relate to the "other him" that was here before he arrived? There are more, of course, so many more, but just like Rise said -- his head hurts.

He's not going to find the answers to any of those right now, though, and it's not fair to put them on Rise when she's just as confused as he is. With a small, thoughtful sigh, he leans back on his hand.]

I don't blame you, [though he manages a little bit of a smile, in spite of the confusion they're both sharing.] At this point, I think we've both earned a one-universe-only guarantee.

...senpai, this sucks. [Rise says, her voice soft. She sounds tired. She feels tired.

She rolls over onto her side.

Ah. He's really close to her.] It's like, I have all of these memories in Inaba with you, and now I'm not even sure if you have them, too.

[Her cheeks are pink.] But... it's still you, right? And I'm still me. And we're here, in crazy sex casino world.

[A pause.] It must've been hard being by yourself here, huh?

[This sucks is such a versatile and accurate statement, honestly, because there is a lot about the situation that totally sucks. He nods to show his agreement, resting his chin on the palm of his hand -- she's right that there's no telling what other memories differ, too.

But--]

Still me, [he says with a soft hint of a smile, tipping his head a bit.] And you're still you.

[Ah. She's right on the mark again, though. His expression turns thoughtful.] I guess, yeah. I just keep thinking about how I was supposed to visit for Golden Week. [There's a short pause, here, as he works out an addition to those words. There's a faint dusting of pink across his cheeks, too.]

... I can't say I'm glad you're here. But I am really glad to see you again.

You did visit for Golden Week! [She sighs.]

[A beat. She's trying to not think about Yu being here.] Haha, I guess that you've been fantasizing about me while you've been with-- [No, she can't even do that. Her face scrunches up from sheer cringe.] N-nevermind! What a dumb thing to...

[She trails off.] I'm kinda nervous, Senpai. About... you know, all of this.

Like, I'm not ashamed of people looking at me in skimpy clothing or anything. I'm used to that. But that just feels... [Another sigh.] ...different, I guess?

[Ah. There, again, another detail he seems to be missing. The mystery of it tugs at the back of his mind almost completely -- until Rise's next comment derails it entirely. Heat flashes in his face even as he tries to gather his composure enough to quell it, and her last-ditch effort to laugh it off or dismiss it does only the barest minimum to help.]

I understand, [he says, taking a moment before he speaks to steady the wobble in his voice. No one manages to fluster him quite the same way as Rise Kujikawa. It seems to be a particular talent of hers.] ...and you're right. It's different.

[Fanservice and intimacy are worlds apart -- a reminder this place manages to drive home like a sledgehammer. As much as he wishes he could assure her with something real --"it'll ve alright" or "we'll figure this out" or something-- those just sort of seem like empty placations, right now. Instead he goes with a more personal opinion.] ... it's not as bad as it seems. Being stuck feels like the worst part, a lot of the time.

[That much is true for him, at least, but then again, some people think of sex as something much bigger than he's always considered it to be. Not that he loves the implications of the resort, but this aspect isn't the biggest stumbling block, at least for him.]

[Being stuck. Right, they can't leave. Or at least they probably can't leave, they just haven't found the way out.

That's at least how Rise interprets his words, if they're meant more metaphorically.]

Can I ask you something?

Is it weird if... maybe there's a part of me that's... I don't know, a little... excited?

[Rise exhales. She draws her legs up onto the bed with her, curled up nex to him.] I don't even know if that makes sense, or if that's what I'm feeling, to be honest.

But being an idol can be so restricting. If we dated back in Inaba, and it got out that I had a boyfriend, the weirdos would flip out, you know?

Here, it's like... who cares? Everyone's doing it.

[Wait. Rise sits upright, waving her hands in front of her.] N-not that I was going to date you back in Inaba!

I mean, not that... it's not that I didn't... I didn't not want to, but... [Oh jeez she's really messed this one up.]

[Being an idol is tough. Yu never really had any doubts about that, but hearing Rise talk like this...it makes sense. People can be anything, anyone they want in a place like this, where no one knows them. Yu himself has started over in different schools and prefectures...maybe he sort of took that anonymity for granted.

The heat doesn't make it all the way to his face this time, as she stumbles through her explanation, but it certainly lingers in his chest, though whether it's a fire stoked or a twist of nervousness he can't quite tell just yet. But-- it's hard not to notice, right now, the small size of the room and how close they are on the bed, almost knee to knee.]

I-- [get it together, Narukami] ... It's alright. I get what you mean. Going somewhere new like this...you get to choose who you want to be.

[He wouldn't word it like that for anyone but her -- but he says it with a faint tip of smile in his expression, too. The truth is, he had no intention of dating anyone in Inaba. Just knowing it was all temporary -- he didn't want to put anyone through that. He didn't want to put himself through that. Maybe it's a testament to how much Inaba changed him, that he's more ready to form those bonds here. That he's no longer afraid of the hurt.]

... It's not weird. No weirder than anything else around here, at least.

That's a really low bar, senpai.

[Okay. He didn't get mad at her or anything. Phew.

Rise draws her legs up under her, kind of half-kneeling on the bed, supporting herself with one hand.] Though honestly, I'm not sure how much worse it is than the strip club. Ugh, imagine my Shadow being here...

[She makes a face, mimicking her Shadow self's promotional tone.] "Get ready, viewers! See who's the lucky guy who's going to take Risette's virginity! It could be anyone! It could even be you!"

[As if he could ever really get mad at her. If Yu is one thing and one thing only, it's extremely indulgent when it comes to his friends.

... Rise is right, though. The bar is so low is practically on the floor, and Yu cringes briefly to show his agreement. He might even have said so, if not for the fact that her extremely accurate Shadow impersonation derails that line of thought. Especially when she looks at him while she's saying it.]

You say that almost too convincingly, Rise.

[Such is the star power of an idol. It even manages to get him blushing.]

[The blush is... cute. It's not often she gets to see unflappable Yu Narukami flustered.

She likes it.

Maybe it's the whole vibe of this place. Who can tell?

She leans a little towards him.] ...what if I was serious about it, though?

I mean, it would suck to have it be someone I barely know, right?

[Ah. She's blushing now, too.]

[Familiar as he is with the whole vibe of this place, Yu has started being able to pick up on when the house is trying to tempt them -- to mess with them, maybe. It feels weirdly incongruous with who he is as a person to accept a proposition like that, but at the same time, Rise makes a solid argument. She deserves to have a say in this stuff -- rather than the house doing whatever it wants to do.

He leans forward a little bit, too, closing some of the space between them in search of eye contact.]

Are you sure that's what you would want?

[Said with slight concern, rather than uncertainty. It's not like he's never thought about it --for crying out loud, he's a teenage boy, there's a lot he's thought about-- and god knows he can't say he's not attracted to her, but... well. If Rise decided she'd rather fight the house and every guest in it in order to protect her body, Yu would be making battle plans almost instantly. There's nothing he wouldn't do for her, for any of his friends -- but there are some lines you don't cross without making doubly sure about things, too.]

[It's cute how worried he is for her.

She leans a little bit closer. Just a bit.] I don't have a choice to be here or not, senpai. But I do have a choice about this.

[One hand comes to the base of his shirt, fingers gently teasing the fabric.] Besides...

...maybe it's normal for a guy to not notice when a girl likes him. [Okay, yeah, definitely pink now.

She stops short of kissing him. Sometimes a girl wants to be pursued, you know?]

[It's her use of the word choice that ultimately causes the concern to ease out of his expression, though it's replaced by a knot in his chest that twists tighter when she toys with the hem of his shirt. So they... they're really doing this, huh?

But-- a pause.] I noticed. [He admits it fairly easily, with a softness in his voice and expression. Of course he noticed. How could he not? There's a long list of reasons why he never did anything, said anything, and none of them were because of her.

None of them have anything to do with this place, either.

Yu's the one who closes the distance, and he does so decisively, cupping her cheek to draw her into a kiss.]

[Okay, yes, she's had a crush on Yu Narukami practically since the day they met. Certainly since the day she'd finally recovered from her ordeal in the TV world. He's just magnetic. He's dependable, brave, a safe pair of ears to vent to... and he's not bad on the eyes, either.

And yet she'd known that they'd been busy. Plus, she wasn't the only girl eyeing him. (Or, for that matter, the only guy.) And after she'd made up her mind to re-enter show biz, they really couldn't date.

So she'd never acted on it.

So this kiss, hesitant but warm, is sweet yet with the tiniest tinge of melancholy. Like she's missing something she never had.

And then she sharply pulls back.] You knew?! What the hell, senpai, why didn't--

[No they're getting sidetracked.

Back to the smooch. Aggressively, from Rise.]

[She pulls away like that, and the first thing Yu thinks is -- how could she think he didn't know? She...she's one of the most brazen people he's ever met, and she doesn't think that was completely obvious? He's about to say something, probably something along the lines of it's not like I didn't want to or I didn't want anyone to get hurt but whatever he's about to say doesn't matter, really, because she's kissing him again, and suddenly all he can think about is her lips, how close she is to him...

The first kiss was soft, marked by the tentative slowness of something new, something you don't want to rush. When Rise pulls him back in, it's different, adamant, hesitation melting as the sensation becomes more familiar. Yu's hands find her waist, pulling her closer, narrowing the space between them. He very consciously doesn't push too far, too fast, instead trying to feel out her cues and respond to them in kind.]

[It's simple, Yu.

It's because you hadn't reciprocated. And obviously, if you'd noticed, you'd have reciprocated, right? So, the fact that you hadn't done it meant, in Rise's mind, that she'd just been too dang subtle.

Or, at least, something along those lines.

Either way, their life in Inaba is the furthest thing from Rise's mind right now. One of her hands comes up to cup Yu's cheek as they kiss, and all of a sudden she's acting like the hormone-heavy teenager she is. Her kisses are hot, hungry, needy, and not remotely practiced.

And before either of them knows it, she's straddling his lap. She always was a little forward.]

[Rise...subtle...hmmmm.

Whatever the case, subtle is completely gone now -- Yu doesn't mind that, not in the least, and when she straddles him, his hands reflexively move to her thighs, holding her steady there as his lips part to deepen the kiss. It feels good, like something he's wanted for longer than he cares to admit, under all of the issues he was juggling back home.

The sliver of rationality that had him trying to measure his own pace is rapidly disintegrating as the kisses become more urgent, from both of them, and it's not long before his hands slide up under her skirt, touching the bare skin of her hips.]

[Okay. His hands are on her thighs.

The outside of her thighs, true, but still her thighs. It's the most intimate way he's ever touched her.

And then his hands slip up under her skirt, and that previous touch becomes the second most intimate way he'd ever touched her. Well then. Rise's breath hitches in her throat for a moment, but then it's gone.

She's anxious. This is new. But there's nobody else she'd rather be doing this with more.

She peppers Yu's face and mouth with kisses as she feels his fingers slide along smooth skin. At last, she breaks their making out, and pauses.] ...do you want me to take my clothes off for you, senpai?

[She tries to tease. She tries to have that same breezy tone, the teasing starlet, that she's so good at. But the way she's fiercely blushing does hamper that somewhat.]

[A starlet. A performer. Rise is many things -- and those are among them, she's devastatingly good at them, but they've been through enough that he knows that's not everything she is. If Yu needed a reminder, the splash of red across her cheeks helps just fine. She offers to put on a show, to put on one of those many faces she's cultivated for herself--

His hand moves to the buttons on her top, fingers tracing the seam where those pieces of fabric meet.]

I'd like to help you with it, actually. [In spite of the confidence and desire in his voice, there's a faint tinge of red in his face. His voice is pitched low, a little breathless, but not entirely without humor.

After all-- she's not just a performer any more than he's just an audience.]

[Put on a show. Dazzle the crowd. Make every one of them believe that you love them, even if you've never seen them before. That's what an idol does.

It's a familiar mask for her to wear. For her to slip on, as easily as she does a dress.

But then she sees him blushing and she remembers - no, it's not a show. This is Yu. He's real, he's here, he's not a fantasy.

And maybe when it comes to loving this particular audience member, she...

Thoughts for later. His fingers tease buttons that feel like they could just pop open with the right pressure. Her heart pounds.] It's always more fun to unwrap a present yourself, right senpai?

[Augh what a corny line, she's not even wearing anything special she needs to be in like super sexy lingerie for that]

[She... oh, wow, she really said that. It's not the corniest line in the world, but the fact that she used it isn't lost on him at all; somehow it feels so real that he finds a smile tugging at his expression.]

A present, hmm? [He's not going to tease too much, but he had to say something.

For all that confidence, his fingers struggle slightly with the first button, and his eyes meet hers as he undoes the next few. He knows she'd say something if she wanted to stop, or slow down, but-- nonetheless he searches her expression for signs of hesitation as the last button comes undone. His touch is soft as he smoothes his fingers over her shoulders, pushing the blouse away from them.]

[Aughhh please let her sink into the floor

No, actually, she'd still rather be here. Even if she is blushing all the way out to her earlobes.

Because she's straddling Yu's lap. And he's touching her body. And he's there, and cute, and the way he's slightly blushing right back at her makes her heart melt.

Rise's fingertips slide through his hair as he unbuttons her blouse, bit by bit. Underneath, her skin is smooth, a little pale. She's wearing a lacy pink bra below that.

She pulls her arms back so she can shrug her blouse off.] Do you want me to do the bra? I hear boys have trouble with that part.

[She says, but then tries to ignore that this probably wouldn't be the first bra he's taken off here. She doesn't want to think about that.

Maybe her fingers are gripping his hair a little harder when she returns her hands back to his head, though.]

[How many teenagers have fantasized about this? Or rather-- have fantasized about Risette, the idol, the entertainer. Those two sides of her may not be completely separate, but Yu likes this better: Rise, rather than the entertainer, the blush on her cheeks wild and uncontrolled, real, solid, faceted.

He-- he does try, with the bra. Even with experience, his fingers fumble a bit; it's different, with a friend. With someone you've cared about so much for so long. How do other people do this, when it's with someone they knew from home? He exhales a soft chuckle, a sign of defeat, and a hint of sheepishness works its way into his expression when he surrenders to The Clasp. The hold she has on his hair sends a shiver through him, so he's a little breathless even as a faint smile tugs at his lips.] Please.

[And Yu starts on his own shirt, too. Because they're really doing this, huh? He tries to ignore the quickening of his heartbeat when he thinks about it. Tries to ignore thinking overall, really.]

[And similarly, Rise hesitates as she reaches behind her to the clasp, to take off a garment she's removed thousands of times in her life without a thought. But taking off her bra in her bedroom at the end of the day is one thing. Taking it off where someone's going to see her is another thing entirely.

And it doesn't bother her.

She thinks of what her Shadow might say. You want to be seen. You want eyes on you.

Maybe it's true. At least, of this particular boy.

Bras get shrugged off, discarded on the floor. She's now topless in front of him, a sight she's never done in even her most risque fanbooks. Honestly, she's a couple of months in the future from Yu, as they've since learned, but she seems to have kept growing in this regard, at least. Rise's breasts are each the size of a grapefruit, at least a small-ish grapefruit; her nipples are small and pebbled and stiff.

She takes a breath.] W-what do you think, senpai? I'd probably sell a couple photo books like this, huh?

[She tries to play it off casually. The tremolo in her voice betrays it.]

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