28 for RaidenxAkane please ❤
28. Familiar cuddle + RaiKane
“It was carnage, Akane,” Sumire said. “Carnage.”
Maybe it was the pain medication or the sudden lack of appendix making her loopy, but Akane swore her friends were telling her that Raiden had… “He did what?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.
“He called all sixty-four of the former presidents trying to reclaim their research societies into a shokugeki stadium and told them to come at him,” Sumire explained, wearing a half shocked expression. “They were all down within the hour.”
The pink haired girl blinked slowly, brow furrowing. “Wait. Why would he—”
“He snapped, amica,” Bella said flatly. “Those losers tried to kick you while you were down and he fucking snapped. That was not fuckboy Yukihira just now. That was some Dark Nakiri shit.”
“That was the god tongue,” Sumire said, a slight tremor running through her. “Terrifying.”
Akane sighed, shaking her head. She misses two days of school—just two—and her childhood friend starts traumatizing the student body.
Sumire had just started giving her the play-by-play when the Dark Nakiri in question appeared in the doorway, hovering hesitantly outside her hospital room.
“Yeah, we’re gonna go, amica,” Bella said, grabbing Sumire by the arm. “We’ll check in on you later.”
Once they’d made their exit, Raiden came in, gazing at her sheepishly and carrying a wrapped bento box.
“Hey,” she said, smiling when he took a seat by her bedside.
“Hey.” The smile was returned, and the look in his amethyst eyes made her glance down, somewhat shyly. “How are you feeling?”
She sighed. He never did learn how to leave well enough alone. “I’m a little sore,” she admitted. “But it’s no big deal.”
“Do you need anything? They can bring you more painkillers or—”
She rested her hand on top of his, stilling and silencing him instantly. “I’ll be fine,” she said. “Just…lie down with me for a while. If you can stay. Obviously, you don’t have to—”
“Of course,” he said, squeezing her hand. He got onto the bed as gently as humanly possible, as though he thought her fragile. The Nakiri heir hesitated for a moment before letting his arm rest over her shoulder—a second pillow of sorts. “You comfortable?”
She nodded. Yes. Truly. For the first time in what felt like years.
Akane rested her head against his bicep, as she often did when they were kids, and released a small sigh.
“I thought you’d want some real food,” he said after a few minutes, handing her the bento.
“You thought right.” Even before unwrapping the box, the familiar scent of yellow curry wafted up. It was the smell of an idyllic childhood, a puppy love she’d never quite outgrown. “I’m surprised you had time to make this on the warpath.”
Raiden scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Ah. I figured they’d tell you about that.”
“I’m sorry I made you show your true colors,” she said, surprised that she actually meant it.
“Why not?” she asked. He had tried very hard to appear affable and harmless these past few months, and now the facade was ruined completely.
“Because.” He grinned at her. “I can do the worst thing, but if I do it for you, I’ll never regret it.”
Akane leaned further into his chest, trying to hide her blush. “Well, if it helps at all, I like every side of you. Even the dark ones.”
“Good. Now pick something for us to watch while I eat this curry.”
