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Heavy Bakery Fanfic Couples! (re-post)

Re-post because I couldn't find it (also, the last couple!)

Kanami x Ohma

Naoya x Tomori

Ayami x Raian

Rihito x Akane

Ryo x Youko

And of course, the last couple!!!

SUEKICHI X HIRO!

FInally! We had such a difficulty to make them, but now everything has fallen in place!

All the OCs of the Heavy Bakery Fanfic Series are mine and @useless-bi-otch's. All the other characters are from Kengan series!

[itshirohi]

Hiro (name twins!!) for an artrade with @aneenasevla <3

This was honestly such a fan trade hehe

[aneenasevla]

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Happy 2025 from the Heavy Bakery fanfics!

May you guys have a lot of inspirations and fanservice!

[aneenasevla]

I've seen someone making a Kengan OC within a cover of Kengan Omega, so I decided to try it by myself.

My OC Kanami/Kassia, from Heavy Bakery fanfic series. She is a Kickboxer =D

[aneenasevla]

Happy Halloween from the Heavy Bakery fanfics!

Kana and Ohma bc yes.

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Red Velvet - Chapter 13

MasterList / Akane’s profile / Last chapter here

Chapter 13 - Lazy Sunday

GiantKiller: 

Hey everyone

Wow, it’s two in the afternoon

I’ve never seen this chat be silent for so long

Is everyone still  alive?

Did you arrive home well yesterday @Gigolo_Master?

Gigolo_Master: 

I’m here

sorry for going mia

I went straight to take a bath when I got home

my ribs are still sore from when rihito hit me

that asshole

Kelpthullu: 

I was training

now I’m home

EggHead: 

heya

I’m at home, just sitting on my butt

The flight is settled, I just need to pack my bags

hey, has anybody heard from rihito?

@Mr_Iron_Fingers I summon thee

GiantKiller:

Nope

Not a single peep 

But I’m trying to think of this as a good sign

Gigolo_Master: 

yeah me too

it’s better than thinking he got dumped

and that he went to mope around in the snow until his dick froze and fell off 

GiantKiller:

Jesus, Himuro!

Bite your tongue 😡

Gigolo_Master: 

but I just said that I rather not think of that

EggHead: 

c’mon bro

worst thing is, it’s really cold

I hope he’s okay

and preferably in good company 😏😏

Kelpthullu: 

maybe Cannibal ate him

until there was no bone left 😎

EggHead: 

Dude, fuck no!

But also, fuck yeah 😎

Gigolo_Master: 

lmao just like a black widow

or a female praying mantis 

dude was so focused on banging his chick he didn’t realized she was eating his head meanwhile

GiantKiller:

GUYS STOP

Kelpthullu: 

rest in peace ichiro 

at least he died happy

now I understand the “fallen soldier” thing

it makes sense now 😎😎

Gigolo_Master: 

F on the chat

EggHead: 

F

Kelpthullu: 

does this mean mourning or something?

he isn’t really dead, is he?

EggHead: 

nah, it’s a joke

Kelpthullu: 

oh okay then

F

GiantKiller:

FOR GOODNESS’ SAKE GUYS 

Once again you risked throwing the Kures at that poor girl!

Get a grip, for crying out loud!

Kelpthullu: 

hey calm down

I was also joking kaneda

here’s the emoji 😎😎😎😎😎

GiantKiller:

Oh, okay then

Just don’t forget the emoji next time, please

Gigolo_Master: 

this emoji is becoming a guarantee seal for kaneda

without it, he takes what ohma says seriously

I need to make a sticker. A “it’s-a-joke-bro” guarantee seal

“Tokita Ohma approves”

Kelpthullu: 

send it to me when it’s done

I want stickers of myself, like the ones Gaolang has

EggHead: 

WHAT

GAOLANG HAS STICKERS OF HIMSELF???

DAMN now I want one too!!

and I’m just as famous as him

fuck, now I’m pissed 😠

Kelpthullu: 

yeah, he sent me one this one time

wait…

there you go

I want one just like that, himuro

Gigolo_Master: 

welp now you pumped me up

I’ll do it

do you want one too @EggHead? 

send me some pics and maybe I can make a 'Egghead Approves' sticker 

EggHead:

I do

NO WAIT

WHY DOES HE GET A “TOKITA OHMA APPROVES” STICKER

BUT I’M STILL “EGGHEAD”???

At least make a “Dickhead Tokita Approves” sticker too

Kelpthullu: 

hey no!

fuck you, Kelpthullu is already bad enough 😠

GiantKiller:

Guys, calm down

Himuro can make Ohma’s stickers

And you can ask Tomori to make yours, Okubo

She’s an artist, right?

Gigolo_Master: 

meh sounds boring

she’ll make him look all badass and shit

my idea is way funnier

EggHead:

LMAO you really don’t know tomori

she makes fun of me as much as you guys

if she heard your idea, she’d think of something even worse lol

Kelpthullu: 

no, himuro, make a “egghead approves” sticker

if I’m going to get a “dickhead tokita approves”, he deserves the same fate

again, fuck you

EggHead:

LOL Tokita’s pissed 

Gigolo_Master: 

thanks, man, now I’ve got an idea for another sticker

“Pissy Tokita doesn’t approve your comment”

EggHead:

LMFAOOOOOOOOOO 9/10

Mr_Iron_Fingers: 

yeah it needs some naked chicks to be a 10/10, imma right?

and hey, I want stickers with my face too!

and what’s up with all these Fs on the chat?

who died?

EggHead:

OH SHIT

look who’s back from the dead!

you’re on tokita’s team now, man

Kelpthullu: 

what, did you speak with the Devil too? 😎

Mr_Iron_Fingers: 

no, but I spoke with Joe

JOE MAMA

EggHead:

LMFAO DUUUUDE

you should’ve waited for him to ask who’s joe XD

Kelpthullu: 

and I don’t know any joe, or even my mama 

another woman to annoy the shit out of me, I guess 😎

Gigolo_Master: 

dude got too excited to make this joke and fumbled it hard LMAO

still funny though 

anyway, hey, rihito

GiantKiller:

cut him some slack

when will he get an opportunity like this again? xD

And good afternoon, Rihito

Mr_Iron_Fingers: 

good afternoon, my fellow gentlemen

how are you all on this wonderful Sunday?

EggHead:

wow guess someone got a happy ending last night

So? Did it work out?!

Gigolo_Master: 

I think he would have told us to go fuck ourselves if it hadn't 

Mr_Iron_Fingers: 

well…

I have a little riddle for y’all

Knock-Knock 🚪

Gigolo_Master: 

oh for god’s sake

I think I'd prefer him buried up to his neck in the fucking snow

GiantKiller:

😅

Who is it?

Kelpthullu: 

Huh??

Did you tell her or not??

Mr_Iron_Fingers: 

Guesswho!

GiantKiller:

Guesswho who?

Gigolo_Master: 

Can we just delete this group chat already?

Mr_Iron_Fingers: 

GUESSWHO SPENT LAST NIGHT BANGING HIS GIRLFRIEND 

🥳 😎

EggHead:

HELL YEEEEAAAAAAH 

GET THE FUCKIN FIREWORKS HIMURO

Kelpthullu: 

??????

I still don’t get the door thing

oh, so akane and you are together now?

good one, ichiro 👍🏼👍🏼

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

we're more than together, my seaweed head friend, we're attached to the fucking hip!

Gigolo_Master: 

FUCK YEAH MAN, THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN ABOUT

🎆🎆🎆🎆🎆🎆

and you could’ve told us without the dumb joke y’know

but you must be as happy as a clam, so I’ll let it slide!

GiantKiller:

AAAAAAAAAH

That’s great, Rihito!

Cheers to you two, with all the alcohol you deserve 🍶🍾🍹

Kelpthullu: 

congratulations

I already gave you cake yesterday 

EggHead:

I’M SO FUCKING HAPPY MAN

I ALMOST FELL OF THE COUCH

I can go to Osaka knowing that my friend will be in good company T–T

My homie won't be all alone, drinking his ass off in some roadside brothel!

Kelpthullu: 

Nice

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

thanks guys!

holy shit, it's already two in the afternoon and it hasn't hit me yet

it’s like I’m stoned, man, idk how to explain

I woke up with her by my side and I couldn't believe it was real 

Gigolo_Master: 

that was both the gayest and the cutest thing you’ve ever said LMAO

but it’s great seeing you like that, I won’t lie 😆

Kelpthullu: 

he’s happy, leave him alone

I just hope that there's something left of you after Cannibal gobbles you up 😎

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

and who said she didn't, seaweed head?

she gobbled me up like she was dying of thirst yesterday

and I gave it back just as good ✌

GiantKiller:

Too many details, man!

But it’s good to know you’re still you, Rihito 

EggHead:

WELL SAID!

tomori will be so damn happy when she hears the news

kanami too

everyone!

Kelpthullu: 

kanami already knows

she came home earlier and I told her

EggHead:

lmao dude’s not about to lose time

Kelpthullu: 

do you think I’m one to lose things, okubo?

EggHead:

you lost your virginity 

Kelpthullu: 

… DAMN

Gigolo_Master: 

LMAOOOOOOOOOOO 

EggHead:

AND DON’T GO SAYING THAT YOU LET SOMEONE TAKE IT, IT’LL SOUND WORSE

LMAOOOOOO

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

LMFAOOOO FOR FUCK’S SAKE OKUBO

you made me laugh out loud and almost scare akane to death LOL

GiantKiller:

oh so you’re still there with her?

EggHead:

sorry man

the joke just wrote itself, I couldn’t help it LMAO

Tokita needed to taste his own medicine

he’s been undefeated for far too long

Kelpthullu: 

perverted jokes are my weak spot

just you wait, I’ll get you back for that, you bastard

EggHead:

come at me, cthulhu spawn

LMAOOO

Gigolo_Master: 

oh hell no man LMAO

now there's gonna be a joke battle between these two

how to deal with this group chat google search

EggHead:

you mean “how to make ohma understand a decade of internet meme references google search”

Kelpthullu: 

don’t worry about that 👍🏼

you challenged me so worry about yourself you son of a bitch

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

I'll bring some beer to this epic event LOL

(answering to @GiantKiller) yeah, man, I’m still at her place

she’s doing some patchwork here

and then we’re gonna have lunch

EggHead:

alright man

now that we know you’re still alive, I’m calmer

and don’t worry about me, tokita, I’m a natural jokester 

I’ll bring the big guns, just you wait

Kelpthullu: 

alright 👍🏼👍🏼

EggHead:

seriously, Pissy Tokita was the best thing that happened today 

I want that sticker ASAP @Gigolo_Master ! 

get on with it LOL

Gigolo_Master:

I already have three sticker orders today

I’m seriously thinking about charging you guys 

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

no wait

I want one too!

and yes @EggHead I’m alive and I’m fine

more than fine actually

GiantKiller:

Man…

you have to bring her along the next time we’re out with the girls

I really want to meet her!

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

I will, man

if she wants it too, I mean

and she probably will

since she's friends with tomori and miss kanami

Gigolo_Master:

oh boy

that's right

now rihito will bring his girlfriend to our hang outs

this group is growing by the minute

all that's left is for kaneda to start dating someone for the party to be complete

GiantKiller:

😅

It’s not going to happen anytime soon, Himuro

I’m fine on my own

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

akane has some single friends, man!

she can introduce you to them

Gigolo_Master:

OH HELL NO MAN LMAOOOOOO

dude's entered his matchmaking era 

he's head over heels and wants to spread his happiness all over the world, one friend at a time 😂

EggHead:

And he says I’M the happy fag LMAOO

I've never felt more vindicated, you have no idea 

WELCOME TO THE TEAM MY GUY

Kelpthullu: 

you guys are so damn noisy 

weren’t you talking about kissing and not telling a few weeks ago? 😎

but the cannibal gobbled ichiro up, indeed

and then spat out this happy guy we’re seeing 😎

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

man, fuck you guys!

I'm trying to be nice and you keep toasting me

*ghosting

**ROASTING

I'M DEACTIVATING THIS FUCKIN AUTOCORRECT

GiantKiller:

Hahahaha 😆

Thanks, Rihito

But again, I’m good ^^

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

alright, man, it’s your call

and I know what team your talking about @EggHead

you are the captain of the Fallen Soldiers and I am the rookie suffering from second hand embarrassment

and it’s ICHIRO, @Kelpthullu for fucks sake

Kelpthullu:

haven't I told you before?

you’re ichiro forevermore 

and I like ichiro, it’s a nice name

EggHead:

if being the captain of the Fallen Soldiers means seeing you happy like this

then I’m the fucking army general, bro

and ohma is the Director of Inintelligence LMAO

Kelpthullu:

I’m from no damn army 

but yeah, we are happy for you

Gigolo_Master:

kaneda and I were just watching from afar 

and every now and then I did charitable work for this army

but not anymore

my charitable work days are over! 

I'll finally be able to pick up chicks without you fucks threatening to kill me!

GiantKiller:

Which means, Himuro is happy for you too hahaha

We all are

Kelpthullu:

don’t bring me into this himuro

I never wanted your “charitable work”

but now I can say this: it’s tough to be this hot 😎

EggHead:

which means, tokita didn’t find a girlfriend

he found a shield against the vultures lmao

Kelpthullu:

by that logic, what did you find? 

owners? 

to keep you on a leash

EggHead:

FUCK, MAN

Kelpthullu:

gotcha 😎

Gigolo_Master:

let the games begin 🍿

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

don’t give me that leash shit, tokita!

and yeah, you have a shield

an amazonian shield, the best that is lmao

no, seriously, guys 

thanks a lot

💖

GiantKiller:

???????????

Gigolo_Master:

WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THAT EMOJI

DUDE

IT’S WORSE THAN I THOUGHT LMAOOO 

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

NO WAIT 

THAT WASN’T ME

FUCK I’M GONNA KILL THAT WOMAN

EggHead:

I thought it was you until I saw the emoji LMAO

she's as bad as you I swear

Kelpthullu:

?????

what’s wrong with that emoji

let him send all the hearts he wants

and you have been dating for a few hours and you already want to kill her?

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

tokita it wasn’t me!

it was her I swear!

fucks sake man

Gigolo_Master:

too late now man 😂

you can’t take that emoji back

Kelpthullu:

he’s head over heels for her, after all 😎

it’s expected for his heart to miss a beat or two

GiantKiller:

Oh so it was her

Wow hahaha

A match made in heaven indeed xD

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

you guys are such assholes

I’ll be off now, talk to y’all later

I have a tattooed ass to spank

Lihito could still hear Akane's laughter echoing through the house, in the kitchen.

"What the... hey, you! We've barely started dating and you're already roasting me in front of my friends?," He asks, a little indignant, as he marches to the kitchen. "Isn't it a little too early for this?" 

"We fucked on our first date. There's no 'too early' for us," She responds from the kitchen, fixing a plate for herself. "I'm sure we're not a normal couple by anyone's standards. And it was just a little heart emoji, it's not like they're gonna make fun of you for that forever."

"Not forever, but for at least three or four days, and that's if they're feeling generous! Don't you know how male friendship works? Psychological torture is part of the package," He crosses his arms, frowning, his lower lip projected forward completing the hilarious expression.

"Pfff... that's what friendship between all human beings are like," Akane smiles, adjusting her glasses. "Don't you know that women gossip a lot among themselves? It's part of psychological torture too. And yes, we also insult and make fun of each other. Why do you think my nickname is Bitch and Kana's is Butch? 'Cause we think it's cute? Nope! Tomori's is Peahen, or She-Wolf, depending on my mood. And…," She stops laughing - "Mr. Iron Fingers, heh?"

He blushes, looking to the side while crossing his arms. "It's because of how I fight! They came up with this stupid double entendre nickname... which you know is a very appropriate nickname, anyway," He gives her a half smile, despite his frustration.

"I'm not complaining," she laughs softly. "Apparently everyone knows you're good at fingering...," and she laughs louder, while looking for something in the fridge.

"... Allright, that's enough! C'mere!," He marches towards her with his arms reaching out, not giving her time to escape. He grabs her by the waist and pulls her to his chest, biting her playfully on the neck, laughing triumphantly at the squeals she lets out.

"Ahahahhaa- no, stop! Oh Ichiro, noooo!," She laughs loudly, kicking him a little to free herself "Let me go, c'mon, ahahahahha."

"You say I'm good at fingering, I'm just proving your point!," He hums, enduring her kicks while playfully poking her in the ribs and stomach. He gasps when she elbows him in the stomach, and even though it wasn't hard, it was enough to make him let her go. "Ooof! Okay, okay, I'll stop! Hahaha...," He holds her wrist and brings her in for a soft, affectionate kiss, releasing her only to caress her face. Yeah, his anger had evaporated pretty quickly.

"Allright, you brute," She smiles, kissing him back. "Let's eat, and then we can decide what to do this afternoon before you go home," She turns to the stove. "I mean, I'm not Butch, but I can handle myself in the kitchen. Just don't expect much."

"For someone who lives off instant ramen, I feel like I can't complain," He jokes as he sits down. "And we can do whatever you want later. We can go back to bed, or we can just sprawl out on your pink monster, if you don't feel like going out."

"I don't, for now," she smiles at him, while stirring something in the frying pan. Eggs, by the smell. "I'm feeling happy, very cuddly and, oddly enough, extremely unwilling to doll myself up to go out. Today is Sunday and I just want to be lazy with you," She serves the eggs in a plate and hands them to him, also serving the rest from yesterday's soda. "We can just order delivery later."

She said she didn't feel like dolling herself up, but he could smelled some kind of perfume or body moisturizer on her. Her hair was also impeccable and even without  makeup and despite her lips being naturally thick, he was sure that that little color on her face wasn't natural.

He looks at her with an amused expression. "You say that, but there you are, smelling good, your hair brushed and your skin moisturized. You even put on a little makeup... I'm not complaining, not really. But by my standards, you’re already 'dolled up', if you know what I mean, hahaha."

Akane smiles tenderly. "For me, it's like brushing my teeth. It's the most basic of actions, a matter of habit... but look, if you see me without any makeup on my face, you can be sure that I'm having a very bad day. Terrible, actually," Her smile drops a little. "It's not a pretty sight."

He wanted to say that he would find her beautiful no matter how she looked, with or without makeup. But he had already developed enough sensitivity, thanks to last night's events, to know that wasn't what she wanted to hear. He picks up his portion of eggs on his plate, and before starting to eat, he comments, "Pretty or not, I'll still be right by your side, if you have one of those bad days."

"Thanks," She helps herself too, eating while standing at the counter facing him. Then her face lights up. "Ooh, I almost forgot!," she leaves the counter and goes into the corridor. "I bought something for you. I saw it in town when I was walking with my gang and it was in my purse… just a sec," She comes back a few seconds later, carrying something in her hand. "Here. This is a fidget toy, it's so cute and so lewd that it reminded me of you on sight."

She hands him a keychain that looked like your typical woman with hentai-like features, with her breasts exposed; said breasts were made of smooth silicon that could be played with your thumbs. She tries to hold back her laughter. "It's so dumb, but it made me think so much of you that I couldn't resist."

He gazes at the little silicon-based absurdity she's placed in the palm of his hand, blinking, as if it's taking him a while to register what he's seeing. Without thinking, he presses the keychain with his thumbs, playing with the tiny soft silicon breasts, his expression still neutral. He brings them together by pressing his thumbs together. And then he lets out a sound that resembles the cry of a crow, leaning forward while having a fit of laughter.

"Fuck, man, where-where did you find this? And how did you manage to buy it with a serious face?!," He menages to ask, pressing the keychain's breasts as if they were buttons on a joystick "Oh God, look at you! Offering me fake tits for when yours are not available, hahaha!"

"Of course! You won’t be able to play with mine all the time, right?," She laughs too. "And I'm not jealous of those. You can play with it as much as you like. I even got one with my skin tone."

"Good thinking! I'll think of you every time I decide to play with it. You can consider it my 'tribute' to you," He jokes, having a brief coughing fit amidst the laughter. "Holy shit, Akane, hahaha! You're crazy," And he pulls her into a side hug, brushing the side of his face against hers. "Thank you. I'll probably need to keep it well hidden, but I still liked it anyway."

"I didn't buy it for you to show it off," she laughs softly. "It's for you to laugh every time you play with it while lying in your bed or something."

"If I'm already laughing now, imagine when I'm alone! It's going to be my guilty pleasure," He continues playing with the keychain, laughing like an idiot. "You have a way with finding these weird things, don't you? First you found me, and then this keychain, hehehe."

"Oh, at least this will keep you entertained," She finishes eating, still looking at him playing with the toy, smiling to herself. She then looks at his hair. "Hmmm... hey, Rihito," He looks at her. "I have some hair bleach powder... I bought it on sale, but it's quality stuff. Do you wanna try it...?"

He stops playing with the keychain, a little surprised. "What- do you want to help me bleach my hair? Uh... can you already see the roots or something?," He touches his scalp, a little worried. "I mean, I'd like it, but I don't know... you bought these products, I don't want you to feel you have to waste them on me."

"If I'm offering it, it's because I want to," She makes an excited expression, like a child in front of a much-desired toy. "I've been dying to touch that mane of yours ever since I saw it."

He gives a slightly startled laugh and goes back to playing with the keychain, without taking his eyes off her, as if he were trying to alleviate some nervousness. "Really? If you say so... I guess it's a unique opportunity, right? Being able to receive hair treatment from you without having to risk my manhood at Lady Ball-Crusher or whatever the name of your workplace is, hahaha."

"Hahahaha," Akane shakes her head, choosing not to correct him. "I want to do some freelance job too, so I want to start practicing with you. I like the girls at the hair saloon, but I've been wanting to work for myself for a long time, as I said before. I'm bored to death there," She looks at him. "I'm a professional, don't worrty... but tell me, what tone of blonde you want? Or do you want it to be all white?"

"Oh, I'm not worried," He assures her, now more curious than nervous. "I told you yesterday, didn't I? I trust you," He leaves the keychain aside as he turns fully towards her. "And I want to stay blonde like this. I've tried bleaching it myself one time, and it turned out too white for my tastes. But anyway...," He smiles at her. "I'd like to help you test your freelancing skills. I'm putting my hair in your hands."

"You already put your dick in my hands, remember?Your hair is the least of your worries," she laughs loudly. "No, seriously, I will take good care of it. It's my job, after all."

He laughs loudly too, throwing his head back a little. "Hahaha, fair enough! But come on... show me what else those magical hands can do," He smiles insinuatingly at her.

She smiles while getting up. "Alright, I'll prepare the setup!," She stretches a little before looking at him. "Wash the dishes for me, please," And she leaves the room, still looking excited.

He nods and stands up with a sigh, picking up the dirty dishes and heading to the sink. Would she be offended if he asked to pay for her services? He really wanted to show that he valued her work... well, they could argue about that later. They were always arguing over one thing or another, after all... He looks at the ridiculous keychain on the table, smiles and puts it in his pocket. At least now he would have something to distract himself with during the process.

…

"Now… let's wait a few minutes," She says, after wrapping his head in aluminum foil and setting a timer. "Ten minutes, to be more precise. Then we will rinse and wash it thoroughly with this," Akane shows him two bottles. "These are ideal for bleached hair, I recommend it. "

"I've never heard of this brand," He comments, picking one of the bottles that she showed him with curiosity. "I've been using another one for a few years now, but if you say this one is good, I believe you. I might even change it for good, if it’s not too expensive, hahaha…"

To her surprise, Rihito had proven to be a very cooperative customer. He had accepted her suggestions and methods without much fuss other than a few questions. He didn't even complain when she suggested a disposable cap, before they opted for the classic aluminum foil. She had even caught him smiling, all happy, while looking at his reflection on the mirror, when she was applying the bleach powder. 

She finds it strange. "For a moment I thought you would complain about me suggesting these things...," She puts her hair in a bun. "Sorry to say that, but you can be that kind of man sometimes, so I'm kinda surprised."

He looks at her, a little surprised. And then he makes an embarrassed pout. "I... I can be, can't I? I don't know, I still think it's weird in parts, but you said you wanted to practice with me... what would it cost me to cooperate a little? I'm getting something out of it too. I even liked the head massage while you applied the bleach," He smiles again. "Tokita was right, head scratches are really nice..."

Akane smiles, with a knowing gleam in her eyes. "I imagine Butch knows how to give a good head scratch, but she doesn't have something that I have," She runs her nails behind his ears and across his chin, as if scratching him. "This right here…"

He shivers all over; she sees him close his eyes in the reflection and hears a hoarse, semi-vibrant sound coming from his throat. Almost as if he was purring, like the leopard he claimed to be. She smiles even more.

"Hnnnn... more to the left... yes, right there...," He moans very softly, going limp in her hands. "Those nails are to die for..."

"See? My scratches are better," Her smile is almost malicious. She then stop scratching, giving him a kiss on the shoulder. "I'll give more later."

"Yeah, I would like that!," He exclaims happily. "And I never got scratches from Miss Kanami to make comparisons, but I will believe your words. It would be easier for her to beat the shit outta me, anyway, hahaha.

Akane laughs. "Indeed. I don't even know how she got a man in the first place. Not because of her body 'cause she's hot, it's just her personality. Her temper is just too much," She runs her fingers over his back, to help clean off any product that had fallen on his shoulders. "You should see what she was like before going to the 'States'… she was chubby and so, so cute."

"It started because of the food, you can be sure of that," Rihito laughs loudly, shivering again at her nails. "She made him a cake, as a thank you for helping her when she was having some problems, and he got totally hooked! Then he kind of felt encouraged to get to know her other qualities. He got into it for the food and stayed for everything else. And... chubby? Really," He looks at her over his shoulder. "It’s hard to imagine that monument of a woman being chubby, hahaha."

"She was, I swear. I think I still have a photo of her from that time," She thinks for a moment. "I'll be right back. If the timer goes off, you can rinse your hair under the shower, okay?," she says as she leaves the bathroom.

"Alright!," He nods, adjusting himself in the chair while observing himself in the mirror, twisting his mouth. Yeah... he definitely wouldn't take a photo of the process to send to his friends, because the results would be worse than any dumb emoji he might send by accident. But he was still very excited to see the final result. He had never had his hair bleached by a woman before... and his girlfriend, at that! He wondered how many more first times he would have with her, and if each one of them would give him that feeling that the world had finally gotten back to the right place. "Hey, how long does this product last?," He calls, raising his voice.

"The same amount of time it takes for your hair to grow," she answers from afar. "But you can be sure that until it grows back, if you take care of it properly, it will only wear off if you shave your head… oh, I found it!," She returns, arriving in the bathroom with a photo in her hands. "Here, it's me and Kanami. The photo was taken by Tomori, when we were in high school."

He takes a look at it. The photo depicted two girls, one skinny with well-shaped breasts and body, with her hair already bleached at the time, and another girl, this one chubby and with a round face, but with a shy expression, her cheeks flushed red. He recognized those eyes and features, even the hair color; it was definitely Kanami, but she definitely traded her pounds of fat for muscles.

"Wow...," He blinks, very surprised. "She was really chubby! I can even see little folds on her belly... I'm not judging, she looks cute, but now she has a six-pack, so it's a bit shocking to see how she used to be," He laughs before turning to her. "In your case, you've always been smokin' hot." 

"Haha, thanks," She smiles. "It took a lot of work, but I managed to keep fit," She runs her fingers through her hair. "Sut she really was the cute and shy type, it was really funny to hug her and see her getting red. Nowadays she can lift me over her shoulders, so she's not so cute anymore. But she's in great health, so good for her," She looks at the timer. "Alright, you can go rinse your hair now, there's only a minute left. Don't forget to wash your eyebrows too," She gives him the shampoo bottle.

"Alright," He gets up to follow her instructions, and as he does so, with his eyes closed to protect them from both the water and the remaining product, he continues saying, "She kinda won the admiration of all of our friends because of that, you know. I mean, female fighters do exist, but they're not common in our social circle. So you can imagine how fascinated many of our bros are with her, hahaha."

"I can imagine. For a civilian like me, it is very different from the usual standards, and the women's fighting league is very niche. So yes, she is quite unusual. I imagine that some of you, if not you yourself, naughty as you are, have already ogled her. I know that I have. I like muscles, you know... something that you sure as hell don't lack."

He gives a mischievous laugh, finishing rinsing his hair and scratching the back of his neck a little. "Good to know, because I have plenty of that just for you! And yes, I won't deny that I ogled her a little bit. But she already had a crush on Tokita at the time, as far as I know, so I didn't insist much. And I'm glad I didn't, 'cause I was able to meet my Panther."

"Of course," She laughs softly. "It would've been a sin if you didn't check her out a little... because I did," She hands him a towel.

"Thanks. And you really like muscles, dont'cha? Even female ones can't escape your sharp gaze," He jokes as he picks up the towel and wipes his head and shoulders. "Tomori and you really have a lot in common, hehe."

"Well, of course. Our friendship worked out so well and so quickly because of that. She's not as adept at makeup and fashion as I am, but on special occasions I'm the first one she asks about this stuff."

"No wonder, you're a professional. I would also ask you for tips if I were a woman, haha," He moves the towel away from his hair, turning his head to the side to check the results, and getting closer to the mirror so he can evaluate his eyebrows too.

"You can ask for tips as a man too, I know a thing or two," She gives him a comb. "Here, check the roots. When your hair dries, it will be even more interesting."

"Thanks again. I already like it, to be honest. It's a slightly more eye-catching color, without looking tacky," He separates his hair with the comb, and is very pleased to see that there were no black spots at the roots. "Seriously, thanks, Akane. It's the first time someone has done this for me... someone like you, I mean."

She smiles and says nothing other than “you’re welcome”. She goes to put the photo away and then comes back, now watching him comb his hair. 

He finishes, giving his eyebrows one last check before turning to her and commenting, "So... would you be offended if I said I was willing to pay for the service? If it was a gift, that's fine, but if I was your freelance test, I want to show that I value your work."

Akane blinks, looking at him with a surprised face, pouting a little. "Well, if you insist...," She scratches the back of her head, blushing. "I, uh... I thank you for that too."

Yet again he surprised her and broke down walls she didn't know she had. She wasn't going to demand money from him, whether it was a test or the real thing, partly because she wanted him to look handsome when they were out on a date, but he offered to pay for her services... when was the last time a partner valued her like this?

"Well, how about six thousand yen? I used the highest quality products I have," She blushed again as she spoke, as if she were embarrassed. "And it was something very simple, just bleaching and repairing some sun damage..."

"Yeah... fair enough," He makes a face, but otherwise doesn't complain. "Again, we have to value a work like this. Oh, c'mon, don't make that face," He asks when he sees her blush. "I already knew it wouldn't be cheap, considering everything. I'll pay you, seriously. You took more care of me than any barber near my place or my job. It's not like I feel like I owe you. I feel like it's only fair. I'm not clueless enough to think I'm going to get free service just because I'm your boyfriend, haha."

"Well... sorry for expecting something like that," She smiles, a little embarrassed. "But thanks. I always try to give the best service I can. But I can do it for free if it's your birthday or some very special date."

"Okay, I'll accept it if it's a birthday present," He nods with a smile. "And you also have bills to pay and tacky furniture to buy, and you can’t get these things with 'exposure' alone," He jokes, making quotation marks with his fingers. "Filling the house with these fuzzy, colourful monsters isn’t cheap, right?," And he hugs her sideways, rubbing his stubble-covered face against hers, just to get rid of that embarrassed expression.

It works: she starts laughing again. "I don't have much to buy in therms of furniture, the rug was basically the missing puzzle piece," She says, pushing him away a little to talk without feeling tickled. "But we can go buy some nice furniture for you, if you want, of course."

"For me? ... Oh yeah, that fake leopard skin," He nods when he remembers. "Fine be me, but I have to warn you, I don't understand a damn thing that stuff. I'm going to need your feminine touches, and this time in a non-naughty context, hahaha!"

"Relax, I'll just make your place look more comfortable. I swear I won't go overboard. I have good taste, despite my place saying otherwise," She laughs as they go to the living room. "Although you didn't complain, I wouldn't do that to you, not when your friends think anything is a laughing matter...," She blinks, remembering. "Speaking of which, why do they call me Cannibal?"

"I trust your judgement, relax! And... uh...," He looks to the side, very embarrassed. "Well, it... it was kind of a joke that those dumbasses came up with to make fun of me. I had a reputation for scaring women away, but you're not the type to shy away from anything. So they... kind of started messing with me. Y'know? You looked like you could eat me alive if I pissed you off or made you uncomfortable, so they didn't had to worry about you. So much so that they worried about me waking up in an ice-filled bathtub, hahaha. Yeah, it's stupid, but when it comes to jokes we don't mess around..."

"She laughs loudly," My God, is that why?," She shakes her head. "So I'm the cannibal...," she smiles and looks him up and down. "I thought it's because I'm able to devour you whole."

"Heh, and why do you think the nickname stuck?," He smiles mischievously, albeit a little flushed in the face. "After I decided I wanted more, they got a confirmation of your abilities, especially when I decided I wanted them all for myself."

Akane sits on the couch, inviting him to join her. "And you're not bad either… I ended up becoming addicted to you too," She grabs the TV remote. "How about we watch something, to enjoy the rest of the afternoon?"

"I'm in. I'm not going to deprive you of your addiction today," He jokes as he sits next to her, all relaxed. "And look... if you don't like it, I'll tell them to stop using that nickname. But the truth is that they only use it to mess with me, not you."

"Nah, I prefer it to Bitch, honestly," She shrugs. "Because... let's face it, it's better to be your cannibal than your bitch."

"Fair enough. I think I'll have to change your nickname in our private chat then," He jokes as he leans against her, closing his eyes lazily. His hair was still damp, but also soft to the touch. "'My Cannibal' or just 'Cannibal' with a little heart on the side, how about that?"

She laughs. "If that's the case, I'll have to change yours too," She grabs her phone.

"Nah, you can leave it as 'Himbo King'. At least with you I get to be a king," He smiles sideways.

"Hnnn... how about 'King Iron Fingers'?," she laughs loudly. "I can even put a middle finger emoji on the side, ahahaha!"

He laughs too, poking her sides to tickle her. "I went from a Mr. to a King? That's what I call an upgrade, hahaha! I still have to show you what else I can do with them, besides breaking coins and making you moan..."

"I'm curious, but don't be in a hurry," She smiles after freeing herself from his hands. "I understand wanting to show off your abilities, yes, but let's save the best for last," she kisses him.

And then she changes his nickname on their private chat to King_Iron_Fingers🖕❤️‍🔥.

"I'll take that as a title to be proud of," He jokes, smiling with satisfaction as he contemplates his new nickname. And after changing her nickname to My_Cannibal👄❤️‍🍽️, he is satisfied with just staying there with her, sprawled on the couch that had become his favorite tacky, fuzzy monster, watching some ridiculous movie that the two of them could make fun of together.

When he had imagined himself with a girlfriend in the past, it was always in sexual situations or situations that involved said girlfriend doing something that would stroke his ego in some way. But that warmth, that desire to just stay by her side without even needing to talk, to turn his head and kiss her forehead from time to time, for no reason at all...

It was cliché, corny and kind of ridiculous. But it was better than his old fantasies. Much, much better.

Next Chapter soon

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Not really a question but like, I hope you don’t but I drew your Hiro! (I don’t post AT ALL on tumblr I’m 100% a lurker and read your stories on ao3 aha!)

STILL I HOPE YOU DONT MIND!!

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!

Of course I don't mind! I LOVED IT!!!

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Red Velvet - Chapter 12

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Chapter 12 - Exclusive Rights

Akane was getting anxious.

To get home? Not exactly. It had to do more with what she would find there.

She knew he would come, she always called when he was available, and he never refused the opportunity to share a bed with her.

But that was the reason why she was worried. 

She didn't want to share a bed anymore. Not just the bed, that is... 

She shook her head. There was no point in thinking about it now, she had to get there and talk to him first. She had to... it was time for a straight talk... and then she'd have to deal with the consequences. Whether it was never seeing him again and no longer interacting with him... or going to parties with mutual friends, trying not to ruin the mood.. or... participating in them with their absolute best sides, and perhaps winning one or two Just Dance matches, or watching the boys come up with some dumb competitions…

Her mind wanted to wander, fantasizing about that potential future, so she tried to focus on the present. She pulled her coat tighter against herself. It was so damn cold; the ground was slippery from the hoar frost and her breath condensed in the air. She knew that the food she bought would be cold too, so she put it in a styrofoam container, along with other instant snacks and some chocolate bars, canned drinks and other things to prepare at home. She wanted to do something nice for him, no matter if he felt like he was in debt with her. She wanted him to smile and give her that bear hug that made her muscles ache and her body get all warm.

He was almost home, and her smile got a lot bigger…

"Ohhh… just who I wanted to see most…," she hears a voice. She widens her eyes, flinching before the silhouette that stands right in front of her. "Sekihyo..."

…

On the way to Akane's apartment, Rihito began to feel as if he was about to enter the fighting ring for the hardest match of his entire life.

That mix of anxiety and fear was disorienting, making him barely pay attention to the cold as he walked through the streets that were already so familiar to him that he didn't even need to pay attention to the path to avoid getting lost. He had no experience with that kind of feeling. He didn't know how to tell her all the things he wanted to say. And above all, he didn't know how he would deal with the pain of a possible rejection, if she wasn't actually feeling the same way.

That was by far the hardest part. He knew how to deal with the blows he received during fights and from life in general. But this particular one would be one he had never prepared for. Damn, why did things get complicated like that? Everything was so much easier when they were just friends with benefits! Why did he have to fall for her and open the door for an imminent disaster? To the possibility of losing a genuinely good, healthy relationship like he rarely managed to build with women?

His stomach churned, a sensation that resembled heartburn bubbling up and making him even more nervous. And without thinking much, just following what his instincts dictated to him, Rihito took out his phone from his coat pocket, his breath condensing into steam as he typed quickly.

Mr_Iron_Fingers: 

guys, shit hit the fan

she invited me to her place

I’m on my way but I’m kinda freaking out here

what do I do???

do I tell her the truth?

or is it too early?

Kelpthullu: 

be honest with her

uncertainty sucks

just get this over with

EggHead: 

holy shit, so soon????

welp… that’s your call, man

I mean, if she wants to talk, then talk

or, like you said, spill the beans during the afterglow

like they say “you already have the ‘no’”

Kelpthullu: 

you will only know if you ask

just seize the moment

EggHead:

besides, you two can come to an agreement

if you like what you have, but don't want to commit

I dunno, but you still need to establish BOUNDARIES

Gigolo_Master: 

damn that was fast!

I mean, you were going to have to tell her the truth sooner or later

but I didn’t thought it would be SO SOON 

no, really, if the opportunity presented itself just grab it

it’s like a band-aid, just pull it off at once

GiantKiller: 

YES!

Just seize the moment, like Ohma said

But wait a minute @EggHead

Is it just me or are you suggesting they have an open relationship?

Gigolo_Master: 

I don’t think rihito would like that, man

I have a bruise on my ribs as proof 

Mr_Iron_Fingers: 

FUCK NO

I’m not sharing her with anyone else, dammit!

Gigolo_Master: 

see?

told you so

but you know that, in that case, you won't be able to sleep around with anyone else either, right?

Rihito growls, the phone shaking in his hand with the anger the thought caused him. Akane sleeping with men other than him was something he didn't even want to consider. If he was going to be with her, he wanted to be with her completely, without anyone else buzzing around them, damn it! And if that meant having to give up on his womanizing ways too... he takes a deep breath, hesitating, thinking for a while before finally typing a response.

Mr_Iron_Fingers: 

yeah, I know

I've racked my fucking brains over this

I'll quit whoring around if she does the same

EggHead:

I was talking about BOUNDARIES

not about open relationships

but yeah, they’re right

just go for it man

we’re rooting for ya 👍👍

Kelpthullu: 

👍👍

GiantKiller: 

Okay, I think I got it now

It’s more of a “situationship” thing, right?

I’ve never understood how these work 

but whatever you want to do, Rihito, we’ll support you 👍👍

Gigolo_Master: 

imo this "situationship" stuff is just stringing someone along with extra steps LMAO

but yeah, man, just go for it

you already have the "no", like okubo said

good luck 

👍👍

Mr_Iron_Fingers: 

thanks guys

I’ll update you tomorrow

no matter the results

see ya

And he puts his phone back in his pocket, now feeling a little more determined, if not completely confident. He couldn't consider himself a man if he chickened out right now. He was going to arrive at Akane's place and be straightforward with her. No excuses, no bullshit, no romantic crap that didn't suit them at all. If she decided to give them a chance, great. If not...

Thinking about “if not” hurt, so he tried not to, putting his hands in his coat pockets and walking purposefully, his combat boots making crunching sounds as they stepped on the snow.

It doesn't take long for him to make a turn and arrive at the complex where she lives. Anxiety grew in his chest, but so did the desire to see her and the happiness of knowing that he would soon be with her. He quickened his pace, but then stopped, a little surprised, when he heard a familiar voice. A smile breaks out on his face when he catches a glimpse of the golden glow of her unmistakable curly hair in the distance under the light of an electric pole. He raises a hand, approaching her.

“Hey, Akane-”

And then he stops suddenly, his smile disappearing when he sees that she is not alone.

"So, Sekihyo," the male voice says, in a tender tone. "Don't you feel like it?"

"Look, I really can't-"

"Sure you can," He sees the guy holding her arm. "You always can. At least for me."

"Let go of me, Kim," she tries to free herself. "Fuck, don't you know what 'no' means?!"

"Of course I know. But your 'no' is never really a 'no', is it? You're a wild cat, or better said, a spicy kitten... a few cuddles and you'll soon calm down..."

"It's a panther, you fucking dumbass," She pushes him away. "And we've been done for years! You have a serious memory problem."

"You're the one with a problem here," The man growls. "You simply can't stay away from me."

He starts to get too close to her, as if he was trying to kiss her.

Later, with a clearer head, Rihito would wonder how on earth he had moved so quickly, crossing a considerable distance in what seemed like just a second. At that moment, he only knew that he was seeing red.

The Kim guy hadn't even had the chance to touch her mouth with his own. Akane only sees him being forcefully thrown to the side and violently pressed against a brick wall, with a loud and unpleasant thud. She hears the man yelps in shock and pain, trying to struggle against the huge hands that were holding him by the collar of his shirt.

And she sees that it was Rihito who was holding him, his arms shaking, his face red with fury and his teeth bared, the 'little fangs' that were his canines no longer looking so cute.

"Who said you could touch her like that, asshole? I'm gonna make you swallow your teeth!"

"Ugh...! And who are you, you fucker?!," The man looks at Akane. "Damn, you really have the sweetest pussy on the block, huh! Attracting all these flies... Ow!," he hisses when Rihito presses him against the wall. "You wanna fucking go? I'm gonna beat you to a pulp!"

This time, Rihito was already prepared for the possibility that the idiot might be armed. The anger had made him very focused. He lets go of the guy abruptly, so that the blow against the brick wall leaves him disoriented, and he already assumes a fighting stance, going forward with a growl, without even thinking about the consequences of what he was going to do. He just wanted to beat the absolute shit out of the man who had dared to force himself on Akane, who tried to kiss her, who that bastard thought he was...!"

"Rihito, no!," He still hears her cry out. "He's dangerous! If you hit him, it'll only get worse!" 

"I doubt he'll listen to you, babe-"

"Shut the fuck up! He'll destroy you!," Akane was red with anger too.

Hearing him calling her 'babe' only made him even more blind with rage. Son of a...! What the hell was up with that intimacy, anyway? What did Akane have with that guy?! He had no idea, and the uncertainty only made him angrier.

“So what if he’s dangerous! I'm much more and you know that!”

He moves forward again, already seeing the guy pull something from underneath his shirt. Whether it was a knife or a gun, he didn't know, nor did he give Kim time to show it him. He just grabs his arm, immobilizing him and twisting it back, to which the man screams in pain again. And his other fist connects against his ribs, hard, the man falling forward as the air is violently knocked from his lungs.

He had learned his lesson after his encounter with her last fuck-buddy. He had held back a bit now. But the bastard wasn't going to return home unscathed, he would guarantee that!

Akane could only watch in horror. She didn't want to get in the middle of a fight, she could get hurt, but she also didn't want Rihito to get hurt because of it… again. She froze, leaning against the wall, slowly moving away and trying to make herself smaller so as not to be hit or seen, hugging the bags of food that she was carrying against her chest.

"Argh!," The guy still tries to move. "You son of a bitch, I'll fucking kill you!"

"Try me, fucker!," He places himself in front of Akane as if he wanted to prevent the man from approaching her, breathing heavily, again assuming that fighting stance. When Kim lunges at him again, he blocks his punch, but he's soon hit with a strong kick to the shin that makes him grind his teeth. "Damn, you...!," And he places his feet on the ground, his arm going backwards to gain momentum and then moving forward like a spring; all this in less than a second. And Akane only sees Kim falling ass first on the ground, scattering snow, ice and the dirt accumulated beneath it all everywhere, blood coming out of his mouth right where Rihito's fist had hit him.

The man lets out a whine, touching his mouth and looking at the blood with a bit of amazement, but standing up and looking at Akane. "Don't you think this is over, Sekihyo. And you're gonna fucking regret this," he gets up and runs away down the alley. In the silence that followed, Rihito only hears Akane breathing raggedly, almost hyperventilating, her eyes glassy with fear as she cowers against the brick wall.

Rihito almost goes after the son of a bitch. He was furious enough for that. Just one more beating, enough to make it clear what he was capable of and what he could do if the bastard followed through with his threats... but Akane's heavy breathing immediately awakened him from his half-homicidal state. He turns to her, panting, eyes widening at her terrified expression.

"Oh shit- Akane!," He quickly goes to her, ignoring the pain in his injured shin, extending his hands to her. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

She looks at him, and, still shaking, drops what she was carrying and hugs him, squeezing him as if he were a life raft, still breathing unevenly, without saying anything.

He hugs her back, a little taken aback by that reaction, but relieved that he isn't being rejected. He strokes her hair with one hand, the other running up and down her back. He would never deny her a hug, anyway...

"It's okay, everything's fine... don't listen to that piece of shit, he won't do anything to you, I won't let him..."

"You... could've... gotten hurt," she Stammers. "He's dangerous, like- mob boss levels of dangerous... uugh...," She hugs him tighter. "I want to go home...," She manages to say, with her face buried in the crook of his neck.

"Nah, I even went easy on that piece of shit...," He bends down to brush his nose in the crook of her neck, closing his eyes. "But okay, we can get going..."

And he stops suddenly, when a not-so-pleasant memory crosses his mind, still agitated by adrenaline. His eyes open again.

“I doubt he’ll listen to you, babe.”

"…Who was he?," He asks suddenly, and when she raises her eyes to look at him, his expression is tense again. His jaw was clenched, as if he were trying to suppress a second burst of anger.

"Someone I wanted to forget everything about," she replies, in the same tone. "He should be in jail, too," but her face was one of astonishment.

"Another ex-fuck-buddy?," He asks, and ends up sounding more accusatory than he intended. He tries to control himself, cursing himself in thought. Get a grip, you idiot, you're still nothing more than friends with benefits, you can't demand anything from her-

"You're the one with a problem here. You simply can't stay away from me."

The same anger that dominated him when Himuro made insinuations about his intentions with her returns, and he moved his hands away so as not to risk hurting her, because they had started to shake.

"So? Was he?"

She lets him go, supporting herself on the floor, her face full of displeasure, shame, several things mixed together. "Yeah... he was. An ex-boyfriend, actually, and as I said, he should be in prison for false imprisonment and abuse. Happy now?," She takes the bags from the floor and walks away, looking like a cornered animal.

He widens his eyes and goes after her, alarmed. Shit, he had pissed her off, he hadn't meant to! Get a fucking grip, you idiot, you're going to ruin everything at this rate-

"But your 'no' is never really a 'no', is it?"

"And why did a bastard like that come after you at this hour?!," He demands to know, growling before he could contain himself. An ex-boyfriend was different from an ex-fuck-buddy, Kim and her had a story together, while the two of them... "If he was an abusive piece of shit towards you, then why-"

"What part of 'he should be in prison for abuse' did you not understand?!," She growls back. "I want him to stay the fuck away from me, but apparently these idiots don't know how to obey a fucking restraining order. And I don't know what he wanted with me, I'm glad you showed up! He could have…," She stops, shaking. "You know what?! I'm tired of this shit! I want peace, okay? I didn't want him to show up, I wanted him to rot inside a jail cell for being an idiot," She holds the bags against her chest again; she looked like she was about to cry, but was holding on tight. "I wish I could forget all about that, and now you attacked him! Did you know that the bastard is a gang leader?! Can't you think before you act? I told you he was dangerous, and now he's free again! ARGH!," She quickens her pace, heading towards her apartment complex.

He freezes in place, blinking in shock. She sees, before turning around, something like regret appear on his face, she sees him opening his mouth, seeming to want to say something more softly... and then speaking in the same tone as her, almost shouting, his voice echoing in the street, ricocheting off the brick walls.

"What, you wanted me to let him force himself on you then?! Like that other son of a bitch who even came after you with a fucking knife?! I had no choice! I saw him grabbing you like that, coming at you with that disgusting look on his face, and all I could think was...!"

He can't complete the sentence, furious with her and how she refused to see how important she was to him, enough for him to not mind risking himself. But he was even more furious with himself. Why was he acting like that? Why was he being so rude with her? She had just been attacked, and by someone from her past, someone who should have respected and valued her, but had done the exact opposite! And all he could think about was his hands holding her, his mouth approaching to kiss her, his own anger leaving him incoherent…

“Shut up, shut up, just shut the fuck up and apologize to her, you idiot...!”

She was already turning the street, almost running, huddled in her coat. Lihito hears a weak sob coming from her.

It makes him freeze in place again, an icy horror radiating from the pit of his stomach to the rest of his body, making him feel numb. He stands there, breathing heavily, the dim light from the streetlights casting his flickering shadow on the dirty, snow-covered street.

... He had made her cry. And he had never seen her cry before. He had never, ever hated himself as much as he did at that moment.

He messed up. He had ruined any chance he might have had to confess to her, to build a relationship with her, to show her that they could have something amazing together and that it would be great for both of them... all because he was a jealous idiot without any confidence in himself.

He feels his eyes burning, wanting to cry too. It seemed like no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to change, to improve. He would always continue to be that clueless idiot who never minced his words, who ruined all the good things he managed to achieve, who drove away potential partners by being a worthless, insensitive jerk.

He turns around, heading back the way he came. He should go home... there was nothing left for him there...

…

Akane closes the door to her apartment tightly, locking it as if her life depended on it, throwing the bags full of food on the floor. She couldn't stop hyperventilating; her eyes were already cloudy, and the horrible memories deep in her mind spilled out like a stream of champagne out of a bottle. She was shaking violently, so much so that she had to sit on the floor, where she took off her shoes. She hugged her knees to her chest, her head between them.

That bastard had returned. That piece of shit, who was arrested and should've still been behind bars, was somehow released. Or maybe he had escaped, she didn't know. All she knew was that he came back and he was after her. And her night had been ruined not just by him but by her idiot favorite who arrived at the right time, but with the wrongest attitude possible.

She stayed there for a few minutes, calming her breathing. Kim could no longer control her; there was nothing else happening to her, no one else was forcing her to do anything… no more restrictions, no more violence, no…

“Calm down, Akane, everything's fine now,” she repeated like a mantra. “... at least now you know that your idiot, despite his intention, is still an idiot... stop putting him on a pedestal, it's not worth it..."

A part of her, however, didn't want to believe it. He was an idiot indeed; of course he would get the wrong idea, especially with how good of a manipulator Kim was. He must have heard the fucker talking as if they still had something, he must have seen the way he was acting, all charming and confident as if he had a chance… damn…

And just when she was going to tell that dumbass that she loved him… what bad luck. You're such a rotten picker, Agata Akane…

It's then that she hears the sound of notifications coming from her phone, stored in some remote corner of her purse. She takes it out of there after hesitating for a few moments, trying to contain that cruel hope, nipping it at the bud as if it were a weed before it damages what was already hurt even more...

And she almost drops her phone when she sees that the texts were from him.

Himbo_King🦍: 

I’m sorry

I’m so sorry

please I want to talk

She widens her eyes and shakes her head in disbelief. A traumatized part of herself was alerting her, saying this was a trap, that no good would came of it...

Akane sighs. No, he had had many opportunities to show her his bad side. They had even gotten drunk together, and nothing had happened. She thinks about how to respond, trying to calm herself before typing anything.

Boss_Bitch🍑: 

…

And she couldn't think of anything. She definitely wouldn't be able to tip a response. She then touches the audio icon.

"I…," She begins, her finger shaking over the icon. "I don't want to talk… I…," She sniffs, a tear coming out her left eye. She lets out a little hiccup. "Later… I’ll talk to you later, I’m not in the best mood right now…"

She let go of the screen, sending the audio. She hoped he understood. The situation wasn't the best, and for the first time in a long time, she really wasn't feeling well.

She expects to see the three dots appear on the screen, indicating that he was typing. But they don't come. She looks up from her phone, still sniffling, trying to get up from the floor and focus her head on something that has nothing to do with those depressing thoughts, those traumatizing memories...

Until she heard the sound of notifications again. He had also sent an audio.

She starts listening. What did he want…?

"... Look out the window," That's all he says, his voice trembling. As if he was still cold.

Her eyes widened a little. She takes off her shoes and goes to her bedroom window, where she knew she had a view of the street.

And there he was, his hands together as if trying to ward off the chills, looking up. His uninjured eye widens when he sees her through the window glass.

And she had never seen, in all the months she had known him, a more frightened, devastated, ashamed and tender expression, all together and mixed there, on her favorite idiot's cold-flushed face. Just like a lonely, needy puppy.

He sees her putting her hand on the window, touching the glass. He couldn't see her face properly.

But a message came on his phone.

"Get out of the cold, idiot," It was her voice, speaking through an audio. Her voice sounded angry, but also weak.

She sees him quickly pull out his phone at the sound of notifications. She sees him open his uninjured eye, his expression lighting up. And then he runs, disappearing from her field of vision. And it wasn't long before she heard three knocks on the door, where she could clearly hear the anxiety.

She goes to answer, walking slowly. She takes a deep breath, putting her phone away and moving the bags out of the way, making noises so he knows she's coming. She sighs. And then she unlocks the door, opening it just a crack.

"Hey," She says, quietly, half hiding behind the door.

"Hey…," He babbles in a weak voice, his head low as if he wanted to appear small and harmless in front of her. "Akane… I…," And he can't say anything else. His eyes looked almost teary in the dim light of the hallway.

"...," she also doesn't know what to say; she didn't had much strength left. "Okay, first of all...," she draws strength from somewhere she couldn't point out. "I have nothing to do with that piece of shit anymore. Second of all… I was returning home when I was approached; I had just gotten out of the cab I took. I don't know what you saw or heard, but I don't... I may be a slut, but I have principles, okay? And they don't include...," she grunts. Why the hell was she saying all that to him? Fuck if she know, but she had to say something. "They don't include going out with more than one guy at a time. It never works. Believe me, I've tried."

He looks at her with that puppy-like face, his huge eyes, which were still in the healing process, making him look even more fragile. He swallows hard, opening and closing his mouth a few times before finally managing to say, "... I know. I had noticed. I- I don't know what came over me, I...," His voice trails off momentarily, before he can continue. "I'm sorry... and- and don't call yourself a slut, c'mon..."

"Everyone calls me a slut, even you," She opens the door a little wider. "It’s the same as 'slut', you know," her face was still a little swollen from all the tears, but she had assumed an aggressive, defensive posture. And he, for some reason, understood this behavior very well.

"No, no, no, 'bitch' is funnier and sounds much more affectionate...," He starts to say, trying to joke, but he stops the moment he sees her swollen and reddish eyes. He tries to approach her, alarmed, but stops suddenly when she moves further into the apartment. "Akane, I- I'm sorry, I- I shouldn't have said those things. I swear I didn't want to accuse you of anything, it's just... I was worried when I saw you there, being cornered by that piece of shit... I was scared, I thought he was going to... I lost my mind for a moment, but I know I shouldn't have gone that far..."

"I know… that’s also why I asked you to just listen to me. This bastard is worse than the idiot you beat that other time. And yes, he was going to kiss me, he still thinks I'm his, except I'm not. I belong to no one..."

He swallows again, finally seeming to gather some courage and straighten up. He opens his mouth, seeming to want to say something, but again, words fail him. He can only sigh and scratch the back of his head, closing his eyes.

"I know... and I heard you when you said he was dangerous. But I couldn't help myself... I... I get so fucking angry just thinking about one of these idiots doing you any harm. I start seeing red..."

"Yeah, those fighter instincts of yours...," she says, sounding almost sarcastic. "That's what scares me, you know?," She raises her hand before he responds. "I know you would never hurt me, but… he also said he would never hurt me … and now I have a scar. You're not the only one who's ever been fucked over by someone else, Ichiro."

He turns pale, staring at her in disbelief. "A scar? Where...?"

She hesitates, flinching. And he can briefly catch a glimpse of it under her hair, behind her ear, just above her neck. It was thin, but it was definitely a scar. "He ripped my hair out, and the skin came with it. But it wasn’t just here… my soul wasn’t left unscathed either…"

She hears his breath come out shakily. She sees how much paler he had become. And for just a second, he looked even more deranged with rage than he had earlier, on the street, when he'd charged at Kim, his eyes looking so irrational. And he was inwardly grateful that she wasn't able to hear the dark maelstrom of homicidal thoughts swirling wildly around in his head.

“I should've killed him, I should’ve slashed his fucking face, his throat, I should've gouged out his eyes and made him swallow them, I should've-”

He takes a deep breath, trying to control himself, trying to maintain a shred of sanity. He had come there to apologize, not to act as a vigilante. She needed his support, not him having another outburst of rage and running through the cold night to hunt down the monster that had done that to her. It would only make her even more unhappy and terrified...

"... Akane, I'm- I'm so sorry... this fucking coward is everything but a man, doing something so fucked up to a woman. To the woman he should've protected, above it all... but- but I'm not like him! I-I've never lifted a finger against a woman in my life... but I didn't seem much different from him back there, did I?," He concludes, and again his face distorts into a devastated expression. "I'm sorry...!"

She had almost closed the door in that idiot's face and told him to go die on the cold outside. Her body had goose bumps from head to toe; she knew that kind of expression very well. Even more so from someone with his profile. 

But when she saw him cooling down, she cooled down with him. But she was still scared.

"Okay… it's fine… you're not the one who hit me…," She looks away from him. "But… I didn’t need that from you, okay? You messed up this time around…"

She feels the cold air coming from the hallway behind him, and she shivers even more. She was now without her coat, if she stayed there she would probably get a cold. She grunted, feeling betrayed by her own feelings, the internal conflict giving way to an absurd pity. She sighed, closing the door, but only to finish unlocking it. She leaves it ajar while going inside, both to give him space and to move away. She hadn't even taken off the rest of her clothes to be a little more comfortable. Which was fine, she needed to not be comfortable.

He hesitates at first. He had seen how he had frightened her, she knew it just by seeing his regretful expression, before she had turned to go inside. It takes a few more seconds, but she finally hears him mutter 'sorry for bothering' and his footsteps as he follows her inside, closing the door behind him. The cold draft is interrupted, the heat of the tightly sealed apartment enveloping them. He takes off his combat boots, leaving them on the floor by the door. And then he stands there, looking like an idiot, apparently not knowing what to do.

She was looking at him, her piercing eyes looking cold. She stares at him with arms crossed, wanting to show some confidence while leaning against the wall like the tired creature she was at the moment. Tired, dejected, broken. Then patched and rebuilt with gold thread, but still with the marks of having once been broken. Kintsugi, as they called the technique used in ceramic pots.

The tactic works: he looked at her with his head down, embarrassed and unhappy, submissive like she had never seen him before. Doing everything he can to not appear intimidating in her eyes, she realizes. He saw her scars, the pieces that were glued together, the marks resulting from what had happened. And he showed respect by not getting too close or imposing himself too much.

"Please... tell me what I can do to fix this...," He says quietly, also looking a little tired.

"What you can do…," She sighs. "I don’t know. I'm really tired. I just wanted to spend the night with the guy I like, but then suddenly...," She raises an arm, as if indicating something outside the apartment, snorting. "My past and my present started fighting in the middle of the street, shouting death threats at each other. Now I'm not only tired but also absurdly scared, upset and you can bet your ass that I'm pissed off too. I had even brought hot food, but I think that I must have already messed up and spilled everything inside the styrofoam during that ruckus...," she sighs again, her hand loosely massaging her temple. "And now I don't want to throw you out because it's cold outside and...," She stands up, going towards the kitchen. "Well... whatever."

His heart drops in his chest at that. He runs his tongue over his parched lips, finally looking up at her. And they were now intense, desperate but also determined when he asked, raising his voice, "Would punching me make you feel better? If so, you can go all out, I deserve it! I... uh...," He blushes at her hard gaze. "... okay, bad idea. Bad, bad idea. You don't want any more violence today, do you? Okay...," He takes a deep breath. "Akane, I... I know that I messed up a lot and that I deserve to be thrown out in the cold until I freeze. I know it. But... I don't know how to show when someone is important to me in any other way. I don't... I met my best friends like that, I took risks for them and others like that, I... I only know how to live like that, fighting, kicking, punching. It was in this kind of world that I grew up. But if this is something that triggers your trauma, I... I can learn other ways too. I'll learn every single one, I promise. I... I just don't want to lose you, I don't want to lose this... I can't imagine being without this, without you..."

He definitely looked like he was about to cry now. Seeing a man that size like that was absurdly disconcerting. She could almost think it looked pathetic... but the truth was that it broke her heart.

"Stop," she raises a hand. "Just… stop. Don't humiliate yourself. I get it. I understand what you do and honestly I don't care about it... the problem is... the consequences, you know?," She turns completely towards him, her voice tone firmer. "Didn't I tell you once that I grew up in the hood? So, several of my exes (most of them good ones, but others, not so much) are from those areas. Two of them were gang leaders, one of them is still a good friend, and the other was this idiot, who was arrested and came back to torment me like a ghost. I thank you for coming to save me, but when I said he was dangerous, you weren't supposed to go after him and beat the shit out of him. You were supposed to just…. I don't know, immobilize him so I could call the police or whatever. But then he ran away because you decided to have an attack of… jealousy!?," She raises an eyebrow. And he turned so red that she could only conclude that she had hit the nail on the head. "I mean, we're friends and all, but... why the fuck would you be jealous?! Anyway, you got upset to the point where you believed in his shit talk and left with just a busted lip. He's dangerous, as I said. He messes with people's minds. He spent six fucking months tormenting me, and in half that time...," She trembles, lowering her head. "I was trapped. False imprisonment. And I hadn't even realized it, I was so stupid and so in love...," Her voice was dripping with contempt.

"I- I already apologized for that, damn it!," He raises his voice, now a little annoyed, despite still being completely curled up. "It was in the heat of the moment, I was worried about you and… and…," He looks at her, again shocked. "False imprisonment? He- He kept you trapped?!"

"Yeah!," she raises her voice too. "He did what he wanted with me, until we fought because I wanted to see my friends, and then I got this fucking scar on my head, and… I finally woke up. Better late than never, I suppose!," she raises her hands. "Then... after I received help...," she sighs. "The ladies at the salon gave me support. Tomori and the others too...," she raises her voice again. "But now he's back and he was provoked by the last person I wanted to get involved in this! I didn't want you to see this rotten side of me, in fact, I had left it all behind! You, with your stupid, uncalled for jealousy fit, threw the shit into the fan all over again!"

"What...!," He blinks, dumbstruck. And oh, there came the anger again, reddening his face even more. But fortunately this one was more restrained, the perplexed and embarrassed type of anger that she had already seen before, in the occasional discussions they had about his impulsive attitudes. "No, wait a damn minute! First of all, this shit wasn't your fault! It was that bastard's fault! And second of all, I just said that I don't know how to act any other way when I see someone I like being threatened! After that shit with your crazy ex-fuck-buddy, I was left triggered, damn it! It wasn't just because of jealousy!"

And then he widens his eyes, a little mortified, as he realizes that he hadn't denied said jealousy.

She huffs, growling low as she turns her face away from him. "And what right do you have to be jealous? I'm mean, feeling jealous of a friend? Really?! That's the most childish thing I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of things!," She then points at him. "We are nothing more than fuck-buddies, remember? And besides, even if that jerk was just another hookup of mine, It'd be none of your damn business! It's my pussy, ya hear me? I can rent it to whoever I want! You'd need to be more than that to have exclusive rights, asshole!" 

"I WANT TO BE MORE THAN THAT, DAMN IT!!!," He suddenly screams furiously, his fists clenched and shaking. "I want that pussy all to myself!"

"…," She stares at him, eyes wide, her mouth hanging open.

He then falls silent, realizing what he had just said. The anger disappears from his features, replaced by shock, his jaw dropping, his eyes blinking quickly in a stupidly cute way.

"Uh- I... I mean...!," He stutters, now looking a little terrified. "I...! Ooh, fucking hell, that- that wasn't how I had planned it...!"

"So...," she tries to speak, but only managed to blink. "So, you... no, wait...," She raises one hand, the other going to cover her face, the shock being replaced by a fit of laughter so strong that she had to support herself on the wall behind her. "I'M SORRYAHAHAHAHHA! I... oh my God, I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at what you said, but... pffffff- hahahahaha!," She snores a little, taking deep breaths and fanning herself with one hand. "Oh boy... alright, girl, calm down...," She composed herself. "It's just... oh my God, what a ridiculous way to confess to someone...," She looks at him. "So... is it true...?"

"It's your own fault! You're the one who came up with this 'pussy for rent' shit, I just went along with it!," He whines, his face so red that he looked like he was about to pass out from lack of air. "And... I... ugh, yeah! Yeah, it's true!," He grabs his own hair, seeming to want to disappear from her sight. "I was going to try to say it in a much less idiotic way, but... oh, whatever, it's done now! I said what I said!," He throws his arms up in resignation, his teeth grinding, avoiding looking at her at all costs.

After the fit of laughter, Akane could no longer feel angry. The whole thing had passed in the blink of an eye, even more so when what he said finally sunk in, and suddenly there was nothing left that she really wanted to complain about. She watches him, with hands in his pockets, looking to the side, his head down, his face absurdly red; he was even making a little pout... She approaches him, scratching her head.

"Look... truth be told... of all the confessions I've ever heard...," she says, bending down a little, her hands in her lap, looking at his face. "This was definitely the most original... and the most adorable... I've ever received. And the funniest too."

"Hunf... I'm glad I entertained you then...," He mumbles, before finally having the courage to look at her. He was still very embarrassed, but his sullen face gradually softened. "Welp... again, I said what I said. If you don't want me that way, just say so, and I swear I won't push it. But if you do...," He opens a shy half-smile, not believing what he was about to say. "Then you can have my dick all to yourself too. What do you say?"

He wanted to die for following up on the most idiotic love confession in human history, but oh well, he was already in trouble. Might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb, right?

She smiles, and that smile comes out like someone who is holding back another fit of laughter. "I... think it's only fair," She shakes her head a little. "So, to sum it up... you want us to be exclusive, Ichiro?," She looks at him, blushing a little, her hands behind her back, holding one of her wrists.

"... I do," He responds in a low voice, equally shy, but his expression was much more tender. And anxious. She saw real fear in his eyes, a vulnerability that almost made him look like an overgrown child. As if she could shatter him with a single blow, as she had done when she shattered his ego, when they still barely knew each other. "And I won't hide it from anyone either. I'm so fucking tired of hiding it away, Akane. Especially from you."

"Well," She approaches him. "I don't want to hide it either... and since you're offering yourself so willingly, I'll accept," She runs her hand over his face, stroking his hair.

He lets out a long, shaky breath, relief leaving him weak in the knees.

"... Alright. It's a deal, then," He decrees, sounding almost solemn. He looks deep into her eyes again. Then his face lights up in a huge, adorable smile, like a child who has finally gotten what he always wanted. And he doesn't ask for permission, because he knew he didn't need it, as he pulls her into a tight hug, one hand on her back and the other tangling in her hair. And he was warm, even after spending several minutes out in the cold.

She hugs him back, smiling like an idiot too, kissing him on the cheek, stroking his hair, then pulling his face to meet his mouth, as if sealing the deal. She lets him go, looking into his eyes, and he sees that her eyes were starting to water. She then closes them, touching his forehead with hers.

"Holy crap, Ichiro," she sighs. "I... I really didn't expect that from you...," she gasps with laughter. "Actually, I... I wanted to say that to you too. But anyway... I'm happy to know that you feel the same way."

"I'm the man, I'm the one who should take iniciative- ow, ow!," He whimpers when she pulls his earlobe. "Alright, alright, sorry! I'll try to be less sexist, haha...," And he hugs her again. "But the truth is... I didn't even know if you felt the same, so I was already planning to coming clean to you... you had some pretty shitty relationships and you seemed to not want to relive the experience, so I had no idea that it was mutual..."

"Yeah...," She moves away a little. "I mean... yeah, it has to do with that...," she asks him to let her go, then she takes a step back when he obeys. "I... so you know that I'm all broken, from head to toe. And yeah, I kind of don't want that kind of relationship anymore, so it's no wonder that I'm scared. And tired of always geting disappointed. But...," She looks at him. "I... I want to start over, even more so when you were also the only guy I knew who didn't try to change a single thing about me. I mean, the way I dress, the way I behave, my foul-mouthed ways… you even thought my couch was cool, and life hasn't been very easy on it."

He nods slowly, laughing quietly.

"Couldn't be any other way, we made some great memories on top of that pink monster. And... about the rest...," He looks to the side, again a little embarrassed. "I... ugh! Damn, I suck at these things...," He grunts, running a hand over his face, before reaching out and gently touching her shoulders, looking deep into her eyes. "But you deserve that I at least try, so... Even though I don't know much about this stuff, that doesn't mean I won't be here for you, okay? You can come talk to me when these insecurities are bothering you. I'll do my best to help you in any way I can. I don't mind the scars and the cracks, Cockatoo. I have my own," He smiles, embarrassed by the sappiness. "And that's why I would never complain about your behavior. We're both freaks, have you forgotten?"

"Heh... yeah," She pulls him towards her again, resting her head on his chest. "We are... we can be freaks together now, if you want," She then flinches a little. "Uugh, all this sappy crap is making me cringe," She shivered and walked away, holding his hand. "C'mon, let's eat something, I'm still on the edge and I need to regain my composure..."

He laughs breathlessly. "Eh, we've already been acting like saps since we entered this place, so why not go all out? It'll be our secret, hahaha. And okay, let's eat," He follows her, intertwining his fingers with hers, very happy and at peace with himself for the first time in days. 

"I know, I just want to 'wash away' other things first," She sighs, as she indicates him to sit by the kitchen counter, picking up the bags of food. "We still have things to talk about, but... for now I just want to enjoy this happiness, okay? Seriously, tell me, when did you think you were ever going to look at me and say 'wow, I really wanna date this chick'?," 

She pauses for half a second. "Never, before today, right? Well, you can guess I thought no one would ever say that to me... not to be dramatic, but... I don't really think I'm the type of girl who someone would want to seriously date..."

He stares at her, astonished. And then he says, suddenly, without thinking, "You're my type of girl!"

They look at each other, and he turns red again when he sees her amazed expression. He shakes his head, trying to organize his thoughts.

"I mean... yeah, it's the truth, but still... how could you think such a thing?," He asks, now a little indignant. "You really think you aren't the type of girl someone would wanna date? Damn, then what am I? The kind of guy a girl would date only to piss off her conservative parents? I don't give a fuck about any of that, woman!"

She blushes, looking at the food on the styrofoam container, making a pout that only becomes more pronounced with her full lips. "Well... that's good, because... I would also be the type who would piss off conservative parents... they would definitely call me all kinds of names...," She looks at him. "Speaking of which… do you have any parents? I never asked that."

He looks away, his brow furrowed. And then he sighs, scratching the back of his head.

"Well, they say it's never good to start these things by hiding stuff. And you already told me your story, so...," He shrugs a little. "I don't know who my father is. Some irresponsible fuck who knocked up a random teenager and then ran off like a coward, I guess. And my mother... we never got along. She didn't want a child and was forced to have me, so you can imagine. I haven’t seen or spoken to her in almost six years," He concludes. And then he opens an awkward smile when he sees her surprised and slightly sad expression. "Hey, it's okay, don't feel sorry for me. I kind of found a family with my master and my bros. I'm not alone."

"Well…," she smiles a little. "I'm happy to hear that. Look, straight talk…? I imagine she must feel proud… I mean, with a son who even went to college and everything. Like... even though she didn't want to have you, at least she put something useful in the world and didn't leave you in the trash, you know?," She tries to say. "And it's not like you're a bum or something like that. Look what you've become," She points at him with her hand open. "A decent guy who has a job and has his life figured out, who doesn't depend on anyone to pay his bills and manages to get by. "

He blushes a little, smiling sideways with pride.

"I mean, it took a while for me to be able to put my life on the right track, I assure you. Until I was 26 I was a fuck-up who lived on part-time jobs and the occasional bonuses I got from fighting... and... yeah, maybe she did. I don't know, I never asked. The important thing is for me to be proud of myself. And you, now," He blushes more; she had never seen him blush as much as that night. "But I can say the same about you, y'know. You also work hard to maintain your lifestyle, and you can do it even with all the bumps on the road. You built this whole space that is your own, with your own sweat," He indicates the apartment with a broad gesture of his hand. "And you are very confident and honest with yourself. You won't give up what makes you, you, not even if others look funny at you or talk behind your back. I think you're hella cool for that."

"I think we can learn from each other with these things," She hands him a half-smashed hamburger. "Here, I brought one for me too, and a bunch of fries for us to share... and the soda cups didn't spill, thank goodness," She sighs with relief. "I also brought some instant food for later. I have some things in the fridge that we can use to boost these ramen," she looks at him. "Anyway, I... I also think I learned from you."

He smiles happily after taking a bite of the burger. "I've been told that the only thing I could teach others would be how to not be like me... it's so fucking good to have someone tell me otherwise, you know? Hehe... damn, this is so surreal," He comments, taking a sip of his soda, his eyelids falling a little. "Eating junk food together in your place, talking about our lives... I had never imagined myself having something like this. And that I would like it that much. "

She laughs. "Yeah, me. The twists and turns of life, Am I right?," She tilts her head a little to the side. "I... never thought about that either. If you want, I can talk more, since we're already here. Tell me, is it because of your background that you have this problem with women?"

He stares at her, his expression a little dull. His blinks twice. And then he says, in a surprised tone, "Huh. I'd never thought about it that way. Maybe... shit, a therapyst would have a busy day with me," He makes an embarrassed face. "Please, don't tell me that I unconsciously was trying to find in other women what I didn't find in my mom. It's kind of gross to think about, hahaha.”

"Sorry, haha," She blushes, laughing quietly. "I didn't want to get to that point, I was just really curious," She makes a nonchalant gesture. "You can ask me something personal too if you want, then we'll be even."

"It's fine, I'm just going to have to get used to this thought now. It doesn't make any difference, anyway. I don't need this anymore," He declares, awkwardly approaching her with the chair, and then placing a hand on her hip. He was all ankward in his attempts to be more affectionate, but she could feel the sincerity in them. "And if you want to talk more about... you've already told me about your mom, but not about your dad."

"Oh," She pouts. "He was a Yakuza. Yeah, I've been involved in this since I was born," She shrugs. "He wasn't a very present father, but he took me to meet the members of his gang a few times. And my mother was a seamstress who made things for him. They never got married, but I came into this world and he at least gave me his family's name. He also died young, as expected... I think I was, what, thirteen? To this day I know the remaining gang members; they are in another group but I still hear from them every now and then.

He listens, very amazed. "No, wait a minute. If you're the daughter of a Yakuza... this means you're well-connected, right?"

"Hnnn... more or less," She rolls her eyes. "They know me and they don't bother me, most of the time. The idiots who do bother me, especially Kim, were guys who were from this gang, but were kicked out of the main group for that very reason. And the dumbfucks still blame me for it, as if they hadn't done anything wrong. They can go fuck themselves," She drinks from her cup. "I'm the daughter of a Yakuza, yes, but one who's dead and who didn't teach me how to be a boss, so that don't make me a Yakuza, you know? I'm tattooed but I have no real affiliation with them, I've only known some of them since I was a brat."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," He nods quickly. "It’s just… fuck, what a story. Knowing that you are involved in these things, simply because you are the daughter of a Yakuza... mine is just the plot of a half-assed soap opera in comparison," He comments, but it didn't sound like he was judging her. He was just a little impressed. "So... that was the biggest cause of your fear? Do you think I can get targeted by that bastard's gang? Or... or that you can?," He immediately becomes worried.

"Both," She sighs, serving the fries to both of them, and then diping hers in ketchup. "I mean, I can face less consequences 'cause I'm known around here, and me getting hurt could cause conflict between the gangs, so they're careful with that," She puts one frie on her mouth. "But that doesn't mean I can't, like, get stabbed in the face or stomach by a rival gang as a warning, or even be taken hostage. But you...," She looks at him. "You're not the son of anyone they know, nor are from this hood, so gangsters from all sides might see you as a threat if you're not careful. Are you catching my drift?"

"I'm not afraid of any of those fuckers," He growls, without even blinking, putting a couple of fries full of ketchup in his mouth. "I've faced much worse than some stupid gangsters. But...," He looks sideways at her, suddenly distressed. "If they hurt you... argh, damn it!," He puts a hand on his face. "I really messed up, didn't I?"

"Well... not yet, because you were only my friend when it happened," She shakes her head. "I might even be able to come up with some excuse to cover your ass. But like, let that be a lesson to ya," She holds his earlobe between her fingers, speaking in a firm, scolding tone. "When I say someone is dangerous, it's because they are, period! And not because he's supposedly stronger than me and you can solve everything with a punch! Capisce!?," she releases him, almost throwing him back into the chair. 

"Ow! That hurts, dammit! And yeah, yeah, “capitch"!," He flinches, holding his sore ear with a whimper. "I'll be more careful, I promise! And... it's true, we're no longer fuck-buddies," He seems to realize suddenly, his eyes widening. "Now we're... boyfriend and girlfriend? ... Shit, that sounds so gay, hahaha!," He makes a face, but still laughs in the meantime.

"Yeah, now things have escalated. You're my golden boy. My 'goldie'," She laughs. "Although that doesn't sound like you, so, for lack of a better word, you're my boyfriend. And yeah... we're together now. Oh well," She blushes a lot, drinking more of the soda. "Meh, it's not like I've been fucking another guy in the meantime. I told you, I don't have more than one fling at a time. At least not anymore."

"Yeah, don’t even start with this 'goldie' shit! This is even gayer!," He laughs loudly, leaning over to playfully pinch her hip. "Just say that I'm your man, it sounds way cooler, way sexier and it will keep the vultures away," And he touches her neck with his nose, letting her feel how smooth his face was after shaving. "And it's good that you're not sleeping with anybody else, 'cause I'm also giving that up to be with you. Did you see what you did to me, woman? I don't want to fuck other chicks anymore, just you. And you still think you're someone who's not worth fighting for...," And he moves away a strand of her hair, placing it delicately behind her ear.

"Awn… you’re an idiot, you know that? But one of the cute ones," She smiles at him, stroking his smooth face. "And I'm happy about that. I don't feel like looking any further, especially because I found one that I like."

"Likewise," He waits for her to finish drinking the soda before kissing her again, making very happy sounds. It was funny to see how until now he hadn't suggested that they take things to the couch, or to bed. He was happy to simply be there with her, not only forgiven for the monumental blunder from earlier but also elevated to boyfriend status. It still sounded very surreal to his ears and he probably wouldn't get tired of it anytime soon. That's if he even got tired. 

"Hmmm…," she smiles after the kiss. "Now… I think I need some rest," she sighs, running her hand through her hair. "It was an extremely busy day, and even though it ended well, I feel like a wreck. Since we're just being all lovey-dovey today, bleh," She sticks out her tongue, making a face. "Wanna cuddle with me in my bed?" 

"Yeah, I do," He groans before finishing his burger, helping it all go down with the rest of the soda. "I haven't been sleeping very well these last few days. I think I've gotten quite used to your bed, haha."

"See how some nice sheets make all the difference?," she laughs. "Physical affection doesn't kill anyone, but sappiness does," She throws the cups and the styrofoam containers in the trash and goes to place the leftovers inside the fridge. "You can go ahead, I'll just... put down all the Gyaru gear, to be more comfortable," She points to herself. "You can even lie naked under my sheets, I won't complain," She winked at him.

"For someone who just wants to cuddle in bed, you're making some pretty perverted suggestions," He jokes, smiling mischievously. "But yeah, I'm in. And I'll wait for you there. Gotta warm your bed a little. I've already become an expert in the field, really," He laughs, and gives her one last kiss before heading to her bedroom. It felt really good to be able to be openly physical with her like that, without causing any awkwardness.

…

She hugs him when she gets under the sheets, letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Honestly...," She murmurs. "Today was one of the most chaotic days I've ever had... I don't regret it, but it left me tired on an absurd level."

"I've had a lot of chaotic days... but yeah, this one is definitely in my top 10," He nods, returning the hug and closing his eyes. "Hey... are you feeling... I don't know, a little dazed? I don't know if it's just me... "

"That would be the correct word to describe what I'm feeling right now, thanks," She sinks her face into his chest. "Uuugh... but the reward makes it worth it... damn, you'tre smelling really good... I love it when you decide to take care of yourself."

"Hehe, I took a nice bath before coming here just hoping to hear you say that," He laughs, shivering a little from the tickling and hugging her more willingly. "As for you, there's nothing to improve. You're always smelling good. But do you see how I'm not the only one who loves your tits? Look at you, burying your face between mine."

"Your tits are bigger than mine, leave me be," She pouts, rubbing her face against his pecs and squeezing them with her hands, just like he loved to do with hers. "It almost makes me jealous, haha..."

He laughs louder, trying to hide that her groping and sniffling were giving him some inappropriate goosebumps. "But yours are way prettier, there's no competition. Look at these beauties here...," And he reciprocates by feeling her breasts, playing with them without any shame. "If I stick my face between them, I forget about everything else around me."

"Oh… I'm sensitive there, you know…," She shivers a little, moaning in a not-so-innocent way. "… Damn, we really can't keep our hands to ourselves, can we?," She sits down, trying to move his hands away from her, holding them on each side of his body, laughing softly. Then something caught her eye at the window. "Oh... look, it's snowing."

"Hnnn...," He takes a moment to take his eyes off her, admiring her as she was. He lazily turns towards the window, resting an elbow on the mattress and his chin in his hand. "Yeah. Just like that night, at the beginning of December..." 

"Yeah, the first snow...," She blushes. "I... can I tell you something really sappy?"

"Is there any way to be more sappy than we are now?," He hugs her around the waist, still lying down, smiling like a fool. "Try me!"

"Well… after we had sex that night… that was when I realized I like you…," She looks at him.

He stops smiling, looking at her with a comically astonished expression.

"Since... since that night?," He asks. "When we watched the snow fall?," He tries to remember some interaction they had that night that he could point to as the moment she mentioned, but he only remembered the intimacy, the mutual understanding, the crazy urge to make her moan and scream his name... and his stupid happiness, all because of a pair of sweatpants. The feelings he had tried to suppress that night returned, and this time, he was able to recognize and name all of them.

"Damn... I... I've been thinking I like you since that night too... ugh, I was wrong. Things can indeed get sappier," He hides his face in her lap, embarrassed, but still laughing heartily. She laughs too.

"I don’t doubt it at all… raawn!," She attacks him, tickling his ribs.

He falls back onto the bed with a yelp, laughing loudly. "H-Hey, hey, stohohohop! Surprise attacks are not fair, hahaha! Argh, come here, you...!," He grabs her in return, pinning her on top of him, tickling her under her arms while biting her neck with a playful growl. She lets out a  high-pitched squeal, wincing and rolling on the bed to get away from him, laughing loudly. Of course, in the physical sense, he ends up winning, and they both end up realizing that he was now on top of her. She was well positioned with one leg wrapped around him, and neither of them seemed to be 'rested' between their legs.  

"Dangit, Rihito...," She playfully sighs, still laughing. "We really can't go one night without getting this bed on fire, huh?"

He laughs again, and this time it comes out low, hoarse, and a little predatory.

"Aren’t you the one who says you were baptized in Satan’s fire, Panther? I must've been baptized in the same place...," He bends down to kiss her languidly. ​​"Hnnn... or maybe it was you who baptized me. And now I never get tired of you."

"You gave me your soul before, remember?," She laughs into the kiss. "You may have been corrupted since then...," he places his hips in the middle of hetrs and she gasps. "Ooh... and you keep wanting to take it back... carefull, if you give it to me again, I may not want to give it back... hmmm..."

He gasps too, both with the friction of their bodies and with her words, shuddering over her and still moving his face so that their lips brush against each other. He raises himself a little on his elbows, looking into her eyes... and then he smiles with a tenderness that almost takes her breath away.

"Nah. You can keep it. It's yours now."

She looks at him, straight into his eyes, with that deer-in-the-headlights expression once again, her cheeks turning red. He had already seen that expression, but he didn't know the meaning... Akane smiles, with a very atypical tenderness. Or maybe it was typical of her, because it might have been hidden inside her for years.

Another wall had been broken down. And he hadn't even realized it.

Akane runs her hand over his collarbone, looking there casually, smiling slightly. "Well... I can lend you mine so you don't end up without any..."

"Oh yeah?," He smiles lasciviously again, bending down to kiss her neck, moving his mouth down in a slowness that almost amounts to torture. "I accept the offer."

She gasps, hugging him by her shoulders. "Great... hmmm... but you know, you still have to take it off of me... and you already know the process...," She smiles, suddenly feeling very good. Lucky for her she had brought a full condom package, as she wanted to use at least half of it today.

"I know... but today I want to take it slow... enjoy the fact that I finally have you like this and I always will... I deserve to enjoy the feeling, and so do you," He kisses her between her breasts before engulfing one of them in his mouth, sucking and licking without any rush, his hand going to massage the other. She runs her hands over his shoulder, sighing at his touches, hugging his head, one leg going to rest on his hip. 

She didn't want to talk this time. She just wanted to feel, but, obviously, she couldn't.

"Ohh… Ichiro…," She whispers, the nails of her right hand on his scalp, and the others running lightly over his back.

Her sighs were the best stimulant he could experience, as were her nails on his head and back, which gave him goosebumps. He plays with her breasts a little more before kissing down her torso and stomach, lingering in certain spots to tickle her, laughing when she laughs, blowing the wet trail he left on her skin to make her shiver. He kisses the tattoos on her thigh before holding her ankles and moving her legs apart, kissing her groin while two fingers touch her, fingering the line of her sex. He growls low in satisfaction at the feeling of her wetness. And of course, her hips lift and move against his fingers as she gasps at his touch.

"Hmm…," Her moan comes out almost painfully. "Ooh yes… I love your fingers, yes…"

He makes a proud sound, restraining himself from vibrating with happiness like a fool. "Hnnn... what about my tongue? Do you love it too?," He asks before kissing her there, slowly but intensely, sucking before licking from bottom to top, his hands massaging her thighs.

"Aaah... yes, even more so now, oooh," she holds his head, her tattooed leg resting on his shoulder. "I love it so much..."

Rihito wanted to show how much his tongue loved her too. His whole body, in fact, and the need to prove it to her, to show her how worthy she was of everything he wanted to give her, became urgent and visceral. He holds her by the buttocks, lifting her hips a little to have full access to her, and then he licks her with vibrating sounds in the back of his throat, wanting her to feel everything, looking into her eyes while slowly sucking at her clit. And his expression was more intense and passionate than malicious.

To his delight, she responded with the same look, only, of course… mixed with lust. She bit her lip, while her hips responded for themselves, as if they were also kissing him. She panted, and then mumbled a few things, but the best part was her calling his name in that sultry voice.

He responded by slowly turning his face from side to side between her legs, his eyes closed as if he were tasting something unique, his tongue making clicking sounds against her wet flesh. And she feels his fingers, slow but determined, entering her, massaging her insides with firm thrusts while his tongue punishes her clit mercilessly. He wanted to make her go limp, moaning his name louder, until she finally understood what she meant to him. If words couldn't convince her, actions like that might. 

"Ichiro… I'm gonna… Oooh my God, you drive me crazy with those fingers…," He feels the heat on his fingers. "Oooh, baby, I'm almost- OooOOOH!," She trembles all over with the orgasm, her hips moving on their own. She lets him play a little longer, to make the sensation last longer, but then she pushes him away, her shoulders shaking with the violence of the shocks. "Oohh... I never get tired of this...," She sits on the bed, looking at him, her eyelids half-closed and her brown eyes looking even darker. "My turn?"

"You want to get your soul back, don't you?," He jokes, laughing a little breathlessly before getting up and kissing her, happy that she doesn't mind tasting her own juices on his mouth. "And I can't get enough of your taste either."

"Nah, you can keep my soul for now. I just wanna prepare you for what I have in store...," She licks his lips, making him sit down, and massaging his cock. "Hmmm... have you ever heard of Lazy Dog? I want to try it with you…"

"Hnnn...," He bites his lower lip, having a little difficulty concentrating to respond to being massaged like that. "Ooh... yeah... it's like giving you backshots, but- but with you lying face down, right? "

"Yeah... I heard some things and I realized we haven't tried that one before. Do you want to complete some things on my list?," She approaches his face with that innate feminine sensuality, which she seemed to have in excess.

He smiles at her, his eyelids heavy as he returns her lascivious gaze, still panting from her touches. "I do... I want to complete this list from cover to cover, and- ooh... and add new items to it too..."

"Great," She kisses him one last time before lowering her mouth, doing the same thing he did with her, licking his sensitive areas and lightly biting the segments of the protruding muscles that he had across the entire length of his chest and abdomen.

He shivers, and she feels it running through him at the way his body vibrates with her touches, his breath catching in his throat in a small, husky gasp, his eyelids falling as he eagerly watches the slide of her mouth. "Ooh… what a hungry panther... sometimes you eat me more than I eat you, hnnn..."

"Technically I'm the one who eats here...," she looks at him, licking one of his nipple. "the food goes into the mouth, afterall...," She licks his cock now, still looking at him.

He grips the sheets, his hips spasming at the pleasurable shock of her tongue. "Hnnn...! In that case, you can eat me as much as you want... ooh, holy shit, I love your tongue too...," He closes his eyes when she licks the tip more. She makes him shivers with her mouth as she swallows him, making him bigger with just a few sucks. She knew how hungry for pleasure he was, so she responded equally.

He props himself up on his elbows, his thighs shuddering every time her mouth descends on his cock, his breath coming out huskily, a hoarse moan escaping when she sucks harder.

"Damn, it's so fucking good when you go deep like that... yeah, just like that, hnnnn...!," He throws his head back, his eyes closed tightly, the pleasure once again causing him that strange but still pleasant dizziness. She saw how he kept gripping the sheets between his fingers, and now that she thought about it, he had never put his hands on her head while she was doing that to him. 

She looks at him, letting go of his cock with a wet 'pop'. "You don't like using your hands when someone gives you head, do you?," She licks the tip again, letting him think a little before answering.

"Aah...," He lifts his head a little, opening his eyes, a little disoriented and flushed. "Uh... I used to... in the past. But there was one time that- hnnn...," He hisses when she licks the tip. "That I got carried away and... and made a girl choke," He admits, a little embarrassed. "It wasn't nice... for her or for me. Then I stopped doing it... but you shouldn't, don't stop, c'mon...!," He asks breathlessly, his expression a little dazed.

She nods, and takes his hand. "No need to worry about me. I won't choke...," She licks the tip once more, leaving his hand on her head. "I'm a pro, but... if you think it's too much, just hold my hair, okay? This actually helps," And she continues what she was doing.

"Ooh... o-okay...," He nods, already too disoriented with pleasure to try to argue. And he holds her hair, his fingers threading through the strands and tying them into a bun, encouraging her to move her face up and down with movements of his wrists. And holy shit, that vision was one of the most spectacular he'd ever seen, coordinating the movements of her head as she took him whole in her mouth, enveloped him with her warm tongue, licked the tip and went down, all the way to the base; he even felt a shiver in his testicles when he felt her lips brushing there. "Damn, Akane...! You look even hotter when you make that face, hnnnn...!"

"Hhmmmm," He saw her smiling with her eyes while her mouth was busy, making sounds so he felt the vibrations. She increases her pace, when she sees that she no longer needs her hands to keep him standing... she even releases his hands and pats him on the side, so he can continue on his own. She looks at him and winks.

And he responds with admirable promptness; for those things, he had jaw-dropping quick wit. He holds her hair, moving her head on his own, not too hard or fast, but enough for her to feel how he was already losing control, crazy with lust like that.

"Akane...! Damn, feels so fucking good... look at me, c'mon... yeah...!," He grinds his teeth when they look at each other intensely, barely able to keep his eyes open. "I- I'm gonna...!," And he loosens his grip on her hair a little, as if giving her the option to regain control. She only responds by using her tongue to make him go even more crazy, applying pressure with her cheeks.

"Oooh! H-Holy shit...!," He keeps her head still as he moves his hips, moving in and out of her mouth like he's never done before... and then he stops, growling in the back of his throat and closing his eyes tightly as he bursts; she feels the jets in the roof of her mouth, warm and with that full-bodied taste that was all him. The grip of his fingers loosens in her hair when he goes limp again on the bed, breathing raggedly, looking at her with a dazed fascination that makes him seem even more stupidly cute.

"Holy fuck… c'mere, I wanna kiss you…," He holds her in his arms when she gets up, and the two are once again locked in a hug.

She laughed at his excitement; now was a great time for that, and she hugged him as he attacked her neck with wet kisses in a fit of euphoria.  

And there was no way he couldn't be elated, not with everything that was happening, with all the things he could do with her without worrying about confusing and possibly unrequited feelings. He kisses her on the side of her head after leaving her neck slightly marked, laughing quietly, still a little out of breath.

"Damn, that was great! And I didn't make you choke!"

"Told you...," She smiles. "I know when you're getting all excited...," She looked at him. "That's the good part of having someone who knows you in bed. Someone who knows what the hell they're doing," She bites his shoulder and laughs. "Only big cats can truly know each other."

He laughs even more, returning the bite on the shoulder, then smelling her hair.

"Hnnn, yeah... and now I really want that big cat to get my tongue, hehehe!" 

She laughs loudly, tickling him with her nails.

"Ahahaha, no! Tickling is not fair!," He shrieks, struggling again, and they stay there for a few moments, laughing loudly and tickling each other. He even nibbled on her belly, accidentally blowing on it afterwards, which caused a fart noise that only made them laugh more. 

"Oh, so we're really playing these jokes left and right now?," She holds his head, making him look at her. "Or is this our way of saying that we're happy?," Her voice softens. "Because one way or another… I like it. But just between the two of us... in bed...," She smiles. "Or on the couch, my pink monster loves it."

"Hahaha! Yeah, it's just between us, I promise. Apparently you also have a reputation to uphold, right, Sekihyo?," He laughs a little mockingly. "Okay, the bed and the kaiju in the living room are the only witnesses," And he kisses her more measuredly, one hand stroking her face.

"Hnf," she returns the kiss. "Good...," and she hugs him again, pulling him to get on top of her.

He does so, hiding his face in the crook of her neck, brushing his cheek against hers as he strokes her hair. Apparently he became more touch starved in those first few minutes after cumming, still dazed and recovering. It was funny and cute. "Hnnn…," And although he certainly weighed more than two hundred pounds, he managed to make sure his body didn't press too much against her, turning into a very thick blanket of muscles.

Akane reciprocates with kisses on his shoulder and a few strokes of her nails at the base of his neck, sighing happily with his caresses. And she found herself thinking... how long has it been since she was treated so well like this? And she kind of found herself craving that too, but certainly not as much as he did, and that made her smile. Okay, Mr. Needy, she would make up for some of that.

"You know…," He murmurs suddenly, lifting himself up just a little so he can look her in the eyes. "I used to think that looking for this kind of thing was a sign of weakness… for a man, I mean. That we were the ones who should provide this kind of thing for women. But with you I don't feel like that... it's so weird," He looks away. "I'm acting all clingy to the point of looking like an idiot and I can't be bothered with that... I'm not used to being like this..."

"That, Ichiro… is what feeling safe is like," She says, while stroking his face. "When you trust the person you are with, and know that they got your back, these things are not actually emasculating, on the contrary. In fact, I even love it. It makes me feel good, being by your side. And… isn’t that kind of a thing every man should do? Make your partner feel good and protected? I can do the same. I want you to feel protected with me."

He looks at her with astonishment. She was causing him a lot of epiphanies that night, apparently. "So... you like it? Don't you think I'm a sissy? That I'm... less of a man?," He goes limp on top of her again, still trying not to put too much weight on, but visibly more relaxed, relieved. "I... I'm strong as hell, I can handle myself during a fight... but today I kind of didn't feel strong ... and I was wondering if leaning on you like that wouldn't push you away, because that's not something a man does... but if that's not the case...," He closes his eyes and puts his head on her chest, between her breasts, looking serene. "... I trust you, Akane. To do these things for me, Imean, while I do the same for you too."

"Hahaah… I’m not going to think you’re a sissy when you just made me cum, silly," She laughs at him. "And what’s wrong with you being all cute and clingy with me? It doesn't hurt at all... especially when we're in the middle of the afterglow like this. And... about being strong...," She hugs him more, sandwiching him between her breasts, smiling, her voice softer. "No one needs to be strong all the time, Ichiro. I repeat your offer to you: if you ever need to vent and or talk about things you don't want to tell the guys, tell me. I won't judge you... only if you're wrong, then I'll correct you, hahaha."

"Correct me... I was going to make a joke about teacher-student roleplay, but now is not the time,"  He laughs softly, practically melting with her caresses. "But okay, I'm cool with it. You can lean on me and I'll lean on you. I've seen that I don't need to worry, you can handle my 238 pounds like a pro, hahaha."

"Holy fuck, 238?," She blinks, impressed. "I knew you were heavy, but you weigh almost twice as much as me! I must weigh nothing for you... which gives me a huge ego boost, ahahahaha..."

"You must weigh around 130 pounds at most, right? Woman, I've lifted dumbbells at the gym with twice that weight. I can't even ask you to sit on my back during a push-up session, because it wouldn't be enough weight," He jokes with a laugh, looking very proud of himself. "But I can carry you whenever I want, just to show off a bit, haha."

"I'll make you do it someday...," She smiles. "But now... I want to feel your weight a little. Don't think I forgot what I want to do today... just let me...," She breaks away from him and goes to one of the bags she had brought. She throws him a box. "There you go. Now we won't be out of condoms anymore, I think."

He catches the box on reflex, looking at it with wide eyes. "Oh damn... I think that means I'm one lucky bastard, eh?," He smiles excitedly. ​​"Okay, then. Come here, I like it when you help me with this…"

"Of course…," she smiles. "I'm lucky too, now that I'm with a guy this hot," she touches his chest, and when he looks at her, she touches his nose playfully. She takes the box and puts it in the nightstand, opening it and taking out one of the condoms inside, making a point of showing off her buttocks to him.

She practically hears him growl, low and hungry, as he watches her avidly. "Fuck, not as hot as you... you make me want to forget what we agreed on and bang you right there... hnnn...," And when she looks over her shoulder, she sees that he was languidly touching himself, getting hard again. It had barely been five minutes, holy shit. His stamina was a bit frightening.

She smiles again, turning around. "I'm happy to hear that," she takes care of it herself, her hands moving quickly as she covers him. "I'll want some more of this. Not all night, but we can extend it a little," She lies face down on the bed, lifting her buttocks, teasing him a bit.

He goes after it like the dog he was, eager for the meal that was being offered. He leans down to kiss her buttocks, nibbling a little, giving a kiss and a quick lick in the middle to give her a little scare. Then he goes up her back, placing slow kisses on her shoulder blades, on her tattooed shoulder, on the back of her neck, causing goosebumps.

"Whatever you want. I'm satisfied just with the view...," He runs his hand over her back, slowly going down, ending with a light slap with an open hand on her right buttock. She then feels him there, sliding between her lips, her ass.

"That's a lie, you're too ravenous to be satisfied with only looking…," she trembles with the slap, laughing softly. "You'll always want me, you said so yourself… Ohh…," she stands up a little, so he can enter her better. "Nnnh… yeees…"

He holds her still with one hand on her hip, adjusting himself and entering slowly, a hiss of pleasure escaping through his teeth. "Ooh... I just can't help it... I never get tired of this, holy shit...," And he makes her lie down completely, supporting himself on his hands while moving his hips, going back and forth, loving how she seemed to get even tighter in that position. And when she closes her legs, wow... it's a good thing she was very wet, otherwise he would have a hard time getting out.

"Owhn… yes, Ichiro, uhn… and you're so big, you're hitting all the right spots even from that angle, hmmmm… I can't get enough of this either, please don't stop…"

She feels his hips buckle for a second, his breathing becoming more hoarse. And then he speeds up eagerly, grunting low, meeting his hips with hers with loud, wet sounds. He lowers himself a little, in order to press her more on the bed, trying to make her clit rub against the sheets while he breathes hard on the back of her neck.

"Oooh... and you fell even tighter like this... you love it, don't you? When I fuck you hard like that...!"

"Ahh... yesss... I love it so much...!," she leaves her arms curled at her sides, but reaches for his while he is leaning on his elbows, holding his hands. "Aaanh... ohhhh...," she moaned, lowering her head, her eyes closed in pleasure, her hair spilling onto the mattress and revealing all the colors underneath. "Oh... Ichiro...," she sang his name as he thrusted into her. It was a little silent by her standards, but her face said she was enjoying it. "Hnmmm... ooh...," And so did her moans.

He couldn't say why, but her silence was a huge turn-on. Almost as if he had stolen the words from her... he lowers himself completely onto her, chest to back, kissing and biting the back of her neck as he moves his hips with abandon, intertwining his fingers with hers, wanting as much contact as possible, the bed creaking beneath them. 

"Yeah, say my name... I want to hear it... Akane, holy shit, Akane...!"

Akane panted loudly, feeling trapped. "Ahhh... Ichiroooo... yes, babe... ooohh...," he feels her tightening more around him. "I feel all of you, hnmmm... "

She suddenly feels his fingers on her throath, holding on. For a split second, she wondered if he was going to start squeezing, but all he did was turn her head back, his mouth meeting hers, kissing her voraciously, not stopping the thrusts in the meantime, the erratic but powerful rhythm driving her crazy. She felt the bed linen stimulating her.

"Yes, feel my cock inside you... it's yours now, only yours, hnnnn...!"

"Hmm-hmmmm-Hmmm!!!!," She gasped against his lips. He felt the heat rising again…

"Hnnng...! You're almost there, right? Yeah, cum hard for me and I'll come with you...!," He gasps after moving his mouth away from hers, letting her breathe while holding her hands tighter, resting his forehead on the back of her neck, his sweat-soaked chest sliding against her back.

"Oohhhh, Ichiroooo… Oooonh!," She almost screams, the sound muffled by his mouth, shaking beneath him, and those spasms squeezed him inside while she closed her eyes with pleasure, her skin hot beneath him.

That was enough for him. He locks his hips in one last push that makes her rock on the sheets, shaking all over as he lets out a long, hoarse moan, the orgasm almost knocking him out of orbit. She feels him go limp on top of her, his huge hands still holding hers, breathing heavily as he slides his lips down the back of her neck in a dazed kiss.

"Damn… I love you so much, woman, holy shit…"

If she hadn't just cum, she would have opened her eyes wide and stared at him with a mixture of surprise and amazement. Holy crap, was he serious?

But all she can do is smile, a rush of joy washing over her as she is filled inside and covered by her lover. She closes her eyes, her face turning red. She then looks at him and uses her legs to caress the back of his legs, enjoying his breathing on her neck. She sighed.

"Heh... love you too," She murmurs, her eyes half-closed, still feeling dizzy.

He slowly lifts his head to look at her, their eyes meeting. And now, he looked astonished and, again, hilariously terrified. Of course that impulsive idiot would say things without even thinking in the heat of the moment... and then he seems to register her response, his green eyes widening. And then shining in a way that also seemed very unique to him.

"...Heh. Good to know...," And he hides his face in her hair again, embarrassed. But she could feel his goofy smile against her warm skin.

She looks a little at him and sighs... until she realizes that he's still on top of her.

"Eh… Rihito…," She whispers. "You’re getting heavy…"

"Uh... Oh shit! Sorry...!," He quickly supports himself on his elbows, sliding out of her with a shiver and getting off of her, rolling over to lie down next to her. He leans over to throw the condom in the trash can next to the bed. "I... fuck, I did it again... but at least that confession was better than the other one, yes sir..."

She laughs, rolling over to be next to him. "It's okay. I was enjoying it until the afterglow wore off. I'm even feeling cold now," And she hugs him, staying a little like that, until she whispers back, "Thank you, Ichiro..."

He hesitates, a little surprised, but soon the embarrassment seems to become more bearable, because he returns the hug, sighing and resting his nose on the top of her head "You're welcome. And... thank you too. For letting me have this... for giving me one more chance..."

"For making me happy," She hugs him more. "… in a way that I thought it could never happen again…"

"... It can. I'm gonna show you that it can," He assures her quietly, covering them both with the fluffy blanket and curling up under it with her in his arms. "I'm not gonna stop until you believe it once and for all... in fact, I'm not gonna stop even after that.”

She smiles, hugging him tighter, settling into his embrace.

The snow was still falling, and the cold only made things better.

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