A/N: Hello you gorgeous reader! It's your favorite waiter MisterCaSt! If you are here via my post in r/IchikaOrimuraDefence then you already have an idea of what this is.
If you didn't come here through that, I'll explain. My buddy Pokemon_Bakugan_Fan on Reddit once made a post where he wrote a scenario where Ichika snapped at Houki. It was a satisfying read. It made me wonder what had happened afterwards which we never got to see.
The post's title was: My version of Ichika's "reason you suck" speech to Houki Shinonono. Thoughts?
Read it? If you have, this takes place after it.
Enjoy!
Houki stood there—frozen in shock as Ichika gave her the cold shoulder, walking away without a second glance. The words he had said replayed in her mind, each one a dagger to her heart. He was right. She had been horrible to him. It felt as if invisible hands were tearing her apart from the inside.
Tears welled up in her eyes. "Ichika…" she whispered, her voice trembling.
She turned and hurried to her room, moving quickly but not running, not wanting to draw attention to herself. The moment she stepped inside and shut the door behind her, she glanced around. Her roommate wasn't there. Good. She didn't want to face a single soul right now.
The dam broke. Houki collapsed onto her bed, burying her face into the blankets as sobs wracked her body.
"Ichika, oh, Ichika!" her muffled cries filled the empty room.
Minutes passed. Slowly, her sobs softened into sniffles. She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling with puffy, red-rimmed eyes. Her cheeks were stained with dry tears.
"Ichika… Oh, Ichika…" she whispered again, but this time, her voice was softer, almost sweet. "You're right. I've been a bad girl. But I can change. I will change."
A slow, eerie grin crept across her face.
"I will make this right. Once I do, I will never let you go again."
Memories surfaced in her mind—every wonderful thing about Ichika. His kindness, his dedication, his strength, his selflessness. He had always been perfect for her. Back when things were simple. Back when he was hers.
"You are the perfect man for me, Ichika. Everything I could ever want in a husband."
She let her hand drift down to her stomach, rubbing in slow, circular motions. Her smile widened.
"I want to have your children, Ichika. You would make a fantastic father."
Houki rose from the bed and walked toward the mirror, gazing at her own reflection. Her grin stared back at her, stretching wider, more twisted.
"Oh, my darling Ichika," she cooed, her voice dripping with unsettling affection. "You will be mine. I will make you mine. You will be the most perfect husband and the father of my children."
Her eyes darkened, her expression shifting from adoration to something far more possessive.
"We will leave this place. We will go somewhere no one will ever find us, and I will keep you all to myself." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "And you will never escape me."
For a moment, her eyes flickered with something dangerous.
"If you try to leave me… I will have to punish you." Her smile returned, disturbingly serene.
"And if anyone tries to take you from me… they will pay."
Houki envisioned it all. The perfect life. Just the two of them. No interruptions. No obstacles. Nothing would stand in her way.
"It's the perfect plan. Ichika will be mine forever!"
A giggle escaped her lips. Then another. Soon, laughter bubbled out of her uncontrollably.
"Ehehehe… Hahahahahaha!"
That evening – 1 AM
The dorms were silent, shrouded in darkness. Not a soul stirred—except for one. Houki moved through the hallways like a shadow, each step carefully placed to avoid detection. She was a hunter, and her prey lay just beyond this door.
Her fingers tightened around the bottle of chloroform in one hand, the cloth in the other. Even in the dim glow of emergency lights, she could see them well enough. A sinister smile crept across her lips. This would be easy. He wouldn't be able to scream. He wouldn't be able to run.
She turned the knob with painstaking slowness, easing the door open inch by inch to prevent even the faintest creak. The room welcomed her with its stillness. There, lying peacefully on the bed, was her treasure. Ichika. His face was relaxed, bathed in the soft moonlight streaming through the window.
Houki advanced, every movement precise, silent. Good. He had no roommate. That would have made things much more complicated.
A flicker of irritation crossed her mind. Tatenashi had shared a room with him once. The thought made her teeth clench. That damn student council president, getting so close to her Ichika. But it doesn't matter. After tonight, no one would take him away again.
She reached his bedside and paused, savoring the moment. His breathing was soft, steady. Her hands moved, readying the chloroform—
The sheets rustled.
A low groan escaped Ichika's lips as he shifted. Houki's breath hitched. Panic surged through her veins, but she reacted instinctively, ducking low and pressing herself into the shadows.
Ichika sat up. Then, to her horror, he swung his legs over the opposite side of the bed and stood. If he had turned the other way, he would have seen her.
Houki bit her lip, heart hammering. What is he doing?
A second later, the answer came as the bathroom door creaked open and shut behind him. Relief flooded her.
Perfect.
This was an even better opportunity. When he came out, she would strike.
She rose, moving swiftly and silently to the right side of the bathroom door. Her fingers worked fast, soaking the cloth with chloroform. The scent stung her nose, but she paid it no mind.
The toilet flushed.
Footsteps.
The door slid open.
Ichika stepped out, rubbing his eyes, muttering to himself. "Man, I hate waking up in the bathroom in the middle of the night…"
Houki moved. One long, graceful step placed her right behind him. Just as he pulled back the covers—
She lunged.
Ichika barely had time to gasp before the cloth pressed against his face. He flailed, grabbing at her arms, thrashing against her grip, but she held firm.
"Shh, go to sleep, my love," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.
His struggles weakened. His movements became sluggish. Seconds stretched into eternity before, finally, his body went limp beneath her.
Houki straightened, shifting him onto his back. Her fingers traced his cheek with reverence.
"I finally have you, my love," she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
She ran a hand through his hair, adoration gleaming in her eyes. "Now… we just have to go where no one will ever find us."
Scene Skip
Ichika groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. His head was heavy, his thoughts sluggish. Blinking rapidly, he tried to shake off the fog in his mind. As his senses returned, a jarring realization hit him—he was tied to a chair.
"Huh? What is this?!" He jerked against the restraints, his arms and legs straining, but the bindings held tight.
Panic set in as he scanned his surroundings. The dim light made it difficult to see, but as his vision adjusted, he took in the wooden panels and traditional design. It looked like a dojo—but was it the one at the academy? Or somewhere else entirely?
"Where am I?!" he shouted, his voice echoing slightly. "Is someone here?! Help! I'm trapped!"
A faint click sounded from the darkness. The unmistakable noise of a sliding door. A shadowed figure emerged, stepping forward with slow, deliberate movements.
Ichika's pulse pounded. "Who's there?!"
The figure remained silent, approaching with an eerie calm. As they stepped into the dim glow of the moonlight, Ichika could make out a traditional kendo uniform. A flicker of movement, then a match ignited, casting a flickering glow. The tiny flame found a candle's wick, bringing more light into the room.
Ichika's breath caught as he looked up. The figure removed their helmet in one swift motion, letting it drop to the ground with a dull thud.
Long, unbound hair cascaded down, and a familiar face smirked down at him.
"Hello, my darling~"
"H-Houki?!" Ichika's eyes widened in disbelief. "What the hell is going on?!"
Houki simply gazed at him, eyes brimming with an unsettling intensity. Her lips curled in a smile, her expression unreadable. "I just had to have you, Ichika."
"What are you talking about?!" His head swiveled around, still trying to piece everything together. "Why did you bring me here?!"
Houki took a step back, methodically lighting more candles until the room glowed dimly. "This is my family's dojo," she said softly, her voice laced with nostalgia. "The place where we met. Where we trained together…" A faint blush spread across her cheeks as if she were reminiscing about a fond memory instead of standing before him as his captor.
Ichika frowned, trying to make sense of it all. "Houki, why are you doing this?"
She turned back to him, her smile unwavering. "Because I love you, Ichika."
Silence hung between them, thick and suffocating.
Ichika blinked. "What?"
"I love you." She stepped closer. "I always have."
His expression twisted in disbelief. "That… That doesn't make any sense!"
"I know you're surprised," she continued, her voice dripping with an eerie calm. "I was too afraid to admit it before. But now… now, I don't have to be."
Something inside Ichika clicked. His earlier confrontation with her—his anger, his words. Had she simply ignored all of it? As if it had never happened?
"Houki, did you not hear a word I said earlier? Everything you've done, all the ways you've treated me—you have no honor, no respect. We're done!" He spat the words, his frustration boiling over.
Houki's smile twitched. It remained, but something in her gaze darkened. "Oh, Ichika…" she sighed, shaking her head as if he were a naive child. "I know I've been a bad girl. But I can change. I will make it up to you."
"Then why the hell did you kidnap me?!" he snapped, yanking at the restraints again.
Her expression brightened. "Because I love you." She tilted her head, her smile widening. "I can't let anyone else have you. You belong to me."
A chill ran down Ichika's spine at the possessiveness in her voice.
This was bad. He needed to think of a way out—fast.
This might be his only chance.
Ichika took a deep breath, then locked eyes with Houki. "You know what, Houki? I'm gonna tell you something right now. I knew you loved me!"
Houki's smile faded instantly. She remained silent as Ichika pressed on. "I knew all of you loved me. If I had picked one of you, you or the others would have killed me! So I had to pretend I didn't know just to keep my head on my shoulders."
Houki's gaze hardened, her expression shifting from a smile to something colder. Ichika had sweat forming on his forehead. Maybe that hadn't been the smartest thing to say.
"So you just led me on this whole time?" she asked bitterly.
"I didn't want to lead you or anyone on. I just want to live my life without you and everyone else harassing me all the time!" Ichika hoped his words would ease the tension.
Houki's expression suddenly softened, her bright smile returning. "So you really did notice me? I'm so glad!"
Ichika blinked in confusion. "Weren't you just mad a second ago?"
Houki crossed her arms. "I am mad that you lied to me—but I'm also happy you knew!" she beamed. "Plus, I love you! So I forgive you."
This was new. Normally, Houki would have exploded and attacked him. Not this time. But Ichika still wasn't pleased.
"Regardless, I don't care what you think or plan on doing. We will never be together! So forget it!"
Houki placed her hands on her hips and smirked. "You think you have a choice?"
"I can get out of here. I have an IS! Byakushiki!" Ichika called, expecting his IS to respond. Nothing happened. "What?"
"Looking for this?" Houki twirled the Byakushiki in her hand.
"Hey, give me that back!"
"Nope! You're not getting it back." She tossed it to the side near a small pile of items. "So what are you going to do now?"
This wasn't good. Talking hadn't worked. She had his IS. Someone would come looking for him, right?
"When people find out I'm missing, they're going to come looking for me!"
Houki let out a soft, eerie chuckle that sent chills down his spine. She walked to the pile of items and picked something up. As she turned back to him, Ichika's stomach twisted.
Houki smirked darkly. "If anyone tries to separate us—" she drew a long katana from its sheath "—they will pay…with their life." Her expression remained unsettlingly calm. "And if you try to escape or disobey me—" she pressed the sharp blade under Ichika's chin, tilting it up slightly "—you will regret it."
Ichika paled, sweat forming on his brow. This wasn't the Houki he knew. Something had changed after his earlier confession—something dangerous.
"You're insane," he said, trying to mask his fear. "I'd rather die than be with some psychotic, sword-wielding witch like you!"
Houki sighed, clearly annoyed. "Don't tempt me, Ichika." She turned away, staring at the katana. After a moment, she spoke again. "That last part was probably too much. I won't kill you. But I will punish you."
That wasn't as bad as outright death, but it still sounded dangerous.
"W-What else are you planning?" Ichika asked, his voice slightly shaky.
Houki sheathed the katana and set it aside before walking back to him, her smirk returning. "We're gonna have some fun."
"Fun…?" Ichika stammered.
Houki straddled his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. Before he could react, she grabbed his head and crushed her lips against his.
She was fast, but Ichika clenched his lips shut, refusing to let her deepen the kiss. She sucked and pressed against his lips, trying to force them open. His resistance only seemed to frustrate her.
Not kissing me back? Not for long!
Houki pinched his nose shut with her free hand, cutting off his oxygen. His lungs burned as he struggled, rocking his head back and forth, but she held him firmly.
Ichika's vision blurred as he grew paler. Just before he blacked out, his mouth flew open as he gasped for air—only for Houki's tongue to invade his mouth.
Her tongue moved aggressively, exploring every inch of his mouth. She sought out his tongue, desperate to tangle with it.
Ichika tried to pull away, to move his tongue out of reach, but Houki was relentless. When his tongue finally shifted, she snapped her teeth around it, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to keep it in place. Then she sucked on it, her lips sealing tightly around his.
His face grew paler as she dominated him. Even though she'd let go of his nose, he still struggled to breathe with her overwhelming him.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she pulled back, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips. Ichika hunched over, gasping for breath, while Houki sat back, flushed but far from exhausted.
She licked her lips. "You taste…amazing."
Ichika's face turned red despite himself. This wasn't his first kiss—Laura had stolen that from him before—but this was something else entirely.
"You nearly suffocated me!" he snapped.
"It's your fault for not kissing me back. You will eventually, though."
"I'll never love you!"
Houki giggled. "That was only the beginning. Now the real fun starts."
Ichika's stomach dropped. "W-What else are you going to do?"
Houki smirked again but remained silent as she brought her hands behind her back, untying her uniform. With a swift motion, she let it slip from her shoulders, the fabric falling to the ground in a small heap.
There stood Houki in a pink bra and pink panites.
Ichika's face turned a deep shade of red. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her like this, but the way she did it so boldly, without hesitation, sent alarms ringing in his head.
Houki's own face was slightly flushed, though she remained confident. "You're staring," she teased, running her fingers across the pink fabric of her bra. "This is the same one you touched that night, remember? It's almost like you're touching me again."
Ichika clenched his teeth, snapping his head away. "I don't care. This is ridiculous."
Houki's playful smile faltered for a moment before she placed her hands on her hips. "That's not very polite, Ichika. It's rude to ignore someone when they're talking to you."
Ichika kept his gaze averted, refusing to engage.
Houki let out a soft sigh before stepping closer. "Fine," she murmured, tilting her head. "I suppose you'll have no choice but to look at me again soon."
His eyes snapped back to her, wary. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Her expression turned sly, a glint of mischief in her gaze. "It means that after tonight, things will be different. You'll see me in a new way." She traced a slow finger down his chest, stopping just above his waistband.
Ichika's entire body tensed. "D-Don't touch me," he stammered.
Houki chuckled. "Relax. I just want us to be close. Isn't that what couples do?"
"You and I aren't a couple!"
Houki frowned briefly before her smile returned, softer this time. "You say that now," she mused, stepping away. "But I have all the time in the world to change your mind."
Ichika's stomach churned. This wasn't good. He needed to find a way out.
Houki turned her back to him momentarily, rummaging through a bag nearby. Ichika craned his neck to see what she was doing, his heart pounding.
When she turned back, she held a small cloth in her hands, soaking it with something from a bottle.
"No…" Ichika's breathing quickened as he realized what it was. "Houki, wait! You don't have to do this!"
Houki tilted her head, as if considering his words. Then she gave him a sweet yet eerie smile. "Don't be scared, Ichika. I just want to make sure we're both comfortable."
She stepped forward, cloth in hand.
Good Ending
It didn't help. Ichika begged—nearly screaming at the top of his lungs. Just as Houki was about to smother him—
Crash!
The door to the room flew off its hinges, slamming against the wall with a deafening impact. Standing in the doorway was Maya Yamada, the assistant teacher of their class. Her IS was partially deployed, glowing with raw energy.
"Ms. Yamada!" Ichika gasped in sheer relief.
"Houki Shinonono, stand down now!" Yamada commanded, her voice firm and unwavering.
Houki's expression twisted into one of pure fury. Her hands clenched into fists as she glared at the intruder. "You're here to take Ichika away from me?!" she spat venomously. "Anyone who gets in our way will die!"
Without hesitation, Houki lunged for her katana. The moment her fingers wrapped around the hilt, she unsheathed it in one swift motion and charged at Yamada, her intent clear.
No one is taking Ichika away from me.
Yamada, however, didn't flinch. With a flick of her wrist, a small mechanism on her right arm activated, releasing a dense cloud of gas that burst into the air between them. Houki barely had time to react before the gas enveloped her.
Her body suddenly felt sluggish—her limbs heavy. Her vision blurred, and within seconds, her legs buckled beneath her. The katana slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor as she collapsed, completely unconscious.
Ichika stared in shock before turning his wide eyes to Yamada.
She immediately moved to untie him. The moment his restraints came loose, he didn't hesitate—throwing himself into her arms.
"Thank you!" he choked out, trembling from sheer relief. "She was gonna…" His words faltered as the weight of everything finally hit him.
Yamada embraced him back, holding him firmly. "It's okay, Ichika. You're safe now," she reassured him.
After a moment, the two pulled apart. Ichika turned his gaze to Houki's unconscious form, lying motionless near the shattered doorway.
"What was that? Is she okay?" he asked, still catching his breath.
Yamada nodded. "She's fine. Just sleeping gas. But we need to get out of here before she wakes up. I'll call the authorities to take care of her."
She motioned for him to follow.
Ichika didn't hesitate for a second, stepping away from the nightmare he had just escaped—leaving Houki behind to face the consequences of her actions.
Bad Ending
"Don't be scared, Ichika. I just need to move you to the bed so we can both be comfortable," Houki cooed, her voice soft yet chilling. She raised the cloth toward his face.
It didn't help. Ichika thrashed, his muffled cries of protest growing more desperate. But Houki was relentless—pressing the cloth against his nose and mouth. He struggled, shaking his head wildly in a last-ditch effort to resist, but it was futile. The world around him blurred, his limbs growing heavy, and before he knew it, his consciousness slipped away.
Short skip
Ichika's eyes fluttered open. His vision was hazy, his head pounding. It took a few moments for him to register his surroundings, but as soon as he did, his breath hitched.
He was on a bed. His arms and legs were restrained. A gag prevented him from speaking. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized he was naked, leaving him completely vulnerable.
A match struck in the darkness, the small flame flickering before igniting a candle. The dim light revealed Houki, still in her undergarments, standing at the bedside with a pleased smile.
"Had a nice nap, Ichika?" she purred.
Ichika's face burned with embarrassment, humiliation creeping over him like a wave. He struggled against his bindings, but they wouldn't budge. He tried to plead through the gag, but only muffled sounds escaped.
Houki giggled, her face reddening slightly as her eyes roamed over him. "You don't have to be so shy," she said. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."
Ichika squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to look at her, but that only seemed to amuse her further.
"You really are stubborn," she huffed, crossing her arms. "But that's okay. We have all the time in the world."
With that, she undid her bra, removed her panties. Leaving her nude.
She climbed onto the bed, hovering over him, and Ichika's breath hitched in sheer terror. His struggles grew more frantic, his muffled screams of protest filling the room, but Houki only smiled.
"There's no need to fight it," she whispered. "You're mine, Ichika. You always have been."
His muffled cries echoed in the dimly lit room, unheard by anyone who could save him.
And they never would.
Anti-Climactic Ending
"Don't be scared, darling. I just need to move you to the bed so we can both be comfortable," Houki murmured, bringing the cloth closer to Ichika's face.
Then—
"Ichika!"
Houki jolted upright, her breath ragged. She blinked rapidly, her heart pounding.
Wait… Bed?
She glanced around, her surroundings coming into focus. Her dorm room. Her bed. Her uniform is still perfectly intact.
A dream. It was just a dream.
Houki felt her face grow unbearably hot as the memories of what had just played out in her mind flooded back. She had kidnapped Ichika. She had—
Her breath hitched. She shifted slightly, feeling something wet beneath her. Her stomach twisted. Please, don't tell me—
She hesitantly reached down. The sensation wasn't from sweat, urine, or… anything else. It was—
Houki's eyes widened in horror.
"Gross!" she yelped, scrambling out of bed.
Her face burned as the reality of what had just happened hit her. It wasn't real. But the emotions—the desperation, the obsession—had all felt so real.
She groaned, burying her face in her hands. "What the hell is wrong with me…?"
A glance at her clock showed it had only been two hours since Ichika stormed off on her. She exhaled, feeling the weight of it settle over her.
"I need a shower."
The warm water helped ease some of the tension, but the dream replayed in her mind over and over again. The things she had done. The things she had said.
"Ichika…" she whispered, resting her forehead against the shower wall. The image of his face—contorted with anger and hurt—flashed through her mind.
She shut her eyes. It hurt.
When she finally stepped out, she felt a little lighter. She dressed in her nightwear, but before leaving the bathroom, she paused in front of the mirror.
She stared at herself.
Then, she clenched her fists.
"I'm sorry, Ichika. I'll make this right."
No more chasing after something that wasn't meant to be. No more selfishness. No more hurting him.
She took a deep breath, steel settling in her eyes.
"I promise."
A/N: How was that? I find that it was creepier then The Boy Who Cried Yandere.
Until next time. Peace!