In she comes, clearly trying to get out of the hallway as quickly as possible. She is not looking in a very specific direction that may or may not contain what was once Itadori's room, nope, there is none of that.

But she does go for immediate snuggles once she's in and has set down her purse, though. Snuggles that are not hiding from her feelings, nope, there is none of that.

...snuggles.

"We never moved away from his room did we."

"No," she agrees, softly. "It's mostly fine by now, I just. There was a sale on shonen manga at one of the stores I went to, and. For some reason that hit me pretty hard."

Inori nods and hugs her closer. "Sometimes something reminds me of... of anime things, stories. And. Yeah."

"Yeah," she agrees. And leans on him.

"... I feel so incredibly guilty," she admits, very softly. With a little sniffle. "I know survivor's guilt is a thing but mostly it's not even that I survived and he didn't it's that. I knew better and went in anyway and he was new at everything and." Sniffle.

"...I didn't. Know better. And I should have. Sensei is always talking about the higher ups being terrible and... I didn't think they'd actually try to kill us. Him."

"Mmm," she agrees. "Mom told me to watch myself, and that sorcerer society was a den of vipers that she had been more than happy to escape from. But it didn't quite seem real until it happened."

"My classmates... don't seem like it. But the ones in Kyoto do."

"How very us versus them. I can't imagine they have space to be anything else. I almost went to Kyoto, remember."

"Mai-senpai didn't use to be like this when we were younger.

"I hate this."

"Yeah. Me too." Sigh. Lean.

".... Is it terrible if I ask you to please distract me from the bad feelings?"

"I don't think so. I don't know how to deal with... so many feelings. For you, about him." He hides in her hair. "For him."

"Ha. He was very cute and friendly, wasn't he. And terribly flirty."

Inori nods into her hair, hugging her tight and making a sound that might be a sniffle.

She sniffles too, and squeezes him back.

"My distraction suggestion was going to be kissing, but probably that would be too wet now," she says, with a little half-laugh half-sob. "It'd be terrible."

"Would it?" he says, voice wavering in that typical way it does when one is barely keeping it stable. "I've never done it, maybe we should try it anyway."

"You know, I haven't either. You make a good point."

Kiss?

Kiss indeed. It's wet, as predicted, but in Inori's opinion that is not a sufficient barrier.

Yep, no feelings here, only kissing. Akiho is so down for losing herself in pleasant (if a little wet) physical experience.

The good thing about this is that he doesn't have to think, at all, about anything. Thinking is overrated anyway, he can lose himself in making out with his girlfriend, in her warmth and her scent and her noises and her presence, and not think.

Thinking is so overrated.

“So, ‘buying condoms’ was one of my errands,” she murmurs into his skin, as she’s getting his shirt off because it’s in the way she would like to touch him.

!

!!!!!!!

"—I—I hadn't yet—I asked Sensei where to—but I watched some, some instructional videos—"

She giggles.

“I bet we can figure it out! No, uh, no pressure, I just. It seemed. Relevant.”

Did it, now.

He shrugs his shirt entirely off—he's not buff, but he's lean and athletic in that way naturally thin boys are when they exercise—and resumes the kissing for a bit. "I want to," he pulls away to say, a bit breathlessly. "I want you."

And here's some more kissing.

She gives a little whine in the back of her throat at that.

“Feeling is so mutual,” she murmurs, when there’s a break in kissing to get her shirt off.