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Reimi Sugimoto ⬤ JJBA: Diamond Is Unbreakable
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[doreimi]

Well, I like it. And...you know, living here with you — it still feels more like your house than mine, I guess. If that makes sense? I don't know if it does.

[She shrugs a little, nibbling her lip.]

It's not like I'm saying I feel like I'm just a guest, or anything like that. But...you know what I mean, right?

[penpoint]

[ He really wants her to feel like this place is as much hers as his, because to him - it is. There's probably things he can do, but he's not sure what to do or how to do it. So -- he'll get there. In time. ]

I guess that's natural, considering I picked out this place and nearly everything in it. You know I consider this place just as much yours as mine, right?

[doreimi]

Oh, yeah! Yeah, I mean...I don't know. I never really know how to say it the right way.

[She scuffs her toe on the ground a little, hesitant.]

It's not a bad thing. The cafe is different, because I've never had a cafe before, but — when it comes to a house, I guess...I'm just used to the houses I live in belonging to someone else, you know? My parents' house, or your house. Like...houses are just things that belong to other people. Does that make sense?

[penpoint]

[ There's a moment where he's quiet, and just standing there. Then, immediately, his arms tighten around her, pulling her in close. His hand moves up through her hair and his face is warm. ]

Reimi-chan.

[ He gets it as much as he could. The Chroma feels nice, and it's not just that. He knows the difference in getting it here with her, than if he were to be close to others. ]

Maybe we'll do something about that, then. Help me pick out some new things for here.

[doreimi]

[She leans on him then, because it's easy, and because she likes the way he says her name, and because it feels safe. Because she knows why he's so desperate to convince her that this is her home, too, and because she's never doubted for an instant that it is.

She leans into him because it's Rohan, and because she can.

And it has nothing to do with who they once were, or what he owes or she remembers, and it's not tangled up in memories that only one of them can recall or balances idling through the years just waiting to be repaid.

He's Rohan, and she can. That's all, and that's enough.]

I never really got to grow up. Not like you did.

[It's one of those confessions that it feels cathartic to say. Where the only relief she needs is just to have said it at all.]

I'd like that. Next time you redecorate, I'll help too.