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This is not part of the plan. Or at least, when Akira is staying at the school later than everyone else in an excuse to help the Gardening club moving some of the dirt around, but in truth breaking into Kamoshida’s office for evidence gathering, he doesn’t expect to be pulled into a janitor’s closet. Just when Akira goes to shout, an unmistakable gloved hand covers his face, a body crowds and pushes him up against the closed door from behind. The hot breath and the unique cologne are the only warning and additional confirmation he gets.

Then Akira gets a handjob. After school. In a janitor’s closet.

He sees brooms, mops and a lot of toilet papers stacking on the shelving next to him. He sees stars. The hand gestures are harsh, urgent and tender at the same time. When Akira moans a bit, he notices the person behind him gets way more excited and more eager to please. It is as if that person is looking for Akira's reaction with baited breath and a wagging tail. It is heady. It is hot. Either realizing Akira isn’t going to shout or just simply wants to hear him make more noises, the gloved hand leaves his face, and to Akira’s excitement—he makes sure to let the person behind him know his appreciation—joins the other hand. It roams across his body, playing and pinching his perked nipples (Akira keens), flattening against his abs (Akira shivers), grabbing at his bony hips (Akira jerks), kneading his ass cheeks (Akira arches his back), playing his balls (Akira pants harder), and even ghosts across his hole (Akira hits his forehead on the door). Through the hazy, orgasm-approaching mind, Akira decides that he would even allow a finger. Maybe. But not more. Not in a janitor’s closet at school.

The orgasm doesn’t take that long. Akira comes with a breathless shout, almost like choking on air. During the white-out, he hears the person behind him repeatedly saying yes, yes, yes .

The mysterious hands that pull him into the closet and sneak into his pants belong to the famed Goro Akechi—the student council president, part-time magazine model, and many, many more acclaimed achievements to his name. Akira cannot believe this man with an angelic face and perfect hair is licking cum clean from his gloved hands in the shadow, but he is still feeling weightless and breathless. Maybe this is all just a wet dream. A weird wet dream because Akira doesn’t see Akechi like that before—now he sure does.

After cleaning his hands, the Goro Akechi tugs Akira’s exposed, red and spent cock back into his pants. He even gives Akira’s crotch a fond, parting squeeze. Akira jerks away with wide eyes. Then Akechi opens the closet and leaves, with a smile like a cat who just had a delicious meal. Akira stares after the door.

What the heck?

Shujin is just like any other high school. There are typical cliques—the nerds, the jocks, the queen bees, the rich kids—and then there’s outcasts like him. Akira supposes him transferring mid-high school as a second year, with a criminal background (as misunderstood as it is), it’s fair. Akira finds his niche quickly. He doesn’t plan to stand out to become popular anyways, but leaking his record to the general student body is a clever touch to put pressure on his movement. The fearful attention from passersby is certainly annoying and complicates things. However, that’s all the credit Akira is going to give to Kamoshida, because that perverted rapist of a PE teacher is going down.

“Cheers!” Ann open-mouthed laughs loudly, holding her huge glass of juice up in the air. She clicks it hard against Akira and Ryuji’s, spilling some orange juices out. “To us getting Kamoshida arrested!”

“Hell yeah!” Ryuji joins in. Both blondes look carefree and happy, it makes Akira’s heart warm up. They outcast find each other quickly, and he is not only glad that he finds them, but also helps relieve them from the abuse. They deserve to be smiling and laughing like this.

“I wish Shiho could be here.” Ann’s eyes are downcast, “and I wish your knees’ injury aren’t permanent…that bastard took away too much from us, and I cannot believe he is still being referred to as ‘suspect’ in the news!”

“Innocent until proven guilty. But we got an iron clad case against him with mountains of evidence.” Also make it into such big news, so at least Kamoshida’s name is dragged through mud and becomes socially unacceptable.

Akira adds before both of his friends get too worked up again: “The recording and text messages that the police got were great, but I think you getting more students—including alumni—to speak up about their experience helps drive home the severity, Ann.”

Surprisingly, that makes Ann look extremely uncomfortable. She fidgets and looks away. She is never a good actor nor a liar.

“Actually I didn’t do any of those. Akechi did.”

“What? What the hell is he—” Ryuji sputters.

“He sent all these people to me, and didn’t take any credit. He actually asked me to keep it a secret, but not before asking if I was willing to take them ....Apparently he’s been gathering evidence against Kamoshida too, just more cautious than us, I guess. Like half of the things the police got actually came from him.” Ann sighs, “…and I thought the student council didn’t do a thing and just let it happen. I even shouted at him and Makoto the other day.”

“Well shit, I shouted at him too, and kicked a chair across the room.” Ryuji deflated, “I need to apologize.”

“Ryuji! Why are you kicking a chair when your knee is already busted!?” The two starts arguing good naturedly again.

For some unknown reason, Akira suddenly thinks back to the janitor closet encounter. Thinking too deeply might become inappropriate, so he quickly squashes the memory down. It might be just a wet dream. It won’t happen again.

It won’t happen again . Famous last word.

Akira thinks the fucking janitor closet is an anomaly. All the stars and planets align once every thousands of years. A freak accident.

He wasn’t expecting to be pounded into the bed in a nurse's office during the Japanese History period. Just two weeks after Kamoshida gets arrested.

“Ah—ah—shit, there—” He pants, both arms long fail to hold himself up. At first he isn’t sure if Akechi hears him, given that he’s face planted in the bed with beddings bundled up under him, some even get into his mouth. But he confirms by having that exact spot being targeted for a solid pounding. 

This is not his first but definitely one of the best. Akira starts getting a feeling that Akechi just excels in everything, including assaulting (?) and sex. Akechi has a death grip on his hips and dragging him back and forth onto his cock, while his hips snapping at insane speed. He also pants loudly, occasionally saying things like “You like that?”, “You feel so good”, or Akira’s favorite, “ Good boy ” full of awe. Akira especially loves Akechi’s intonation, because he sounds so desperate and way more affected than Akira. He could sometimes toss a look over his shoulder, open his mouth or lick his lips, and Akechi would react dramatically. Like leaning in to mouth Akira’s neck and shoulder, tighten his grip and loose his rhyme. Akira loves the fact that even though he is the one getting fucked into oblivion, he can make Akechi goes wild with just a look.

The orgasm is building up—Akira never tries to have two orgasms in such a short period of time—he only gets to pant “I am going to—” and then the whole body pulls taunt like a bow with an arrow ready to shoot. He feels Akechi’s body ripples and he gasps. He collapses completely onto Akira’s back, the hands move up to hold him across his chest, so, so tight. Akira felt Akechi’s hair spill on his neck. Their bodies are completely stuck together with no room in between, the vibrations from orgasm are shared. It is weirdly intimate.

After they calm their breath, Akira feels a ghosted kiss on the back of his neck. He shivers uncontrollably. Too intimate. He is so fucking confused.

Akechi detaches from Akira’s back, letting cold air breeze through Akira’s sweaty back, and comes back with a warm towel (where does he get that?) to wipe Akira clean. Akechi does it meticulously. He even starts to button Akira’s shirt before Akira couldn’t resist anymore and grabs onto his wrists. ”Hey, I—”

Akechi gives him a look.

“This period is almost over, you should hurry up and go back to class.” Akechi delivers this line with utmost sternness, “and do not wander around the hall during class again. If you are skipping class, at least do it discreetly.”

What.

“Are you the hall monitor? Does Shujin even have one? And what are you going to do next time? Given what happened just now, do you really think this threat will be effective?” He got 2 orgasms in the nurse’s office with the most handsome and cutest person voted by the entire school for skipping class. Not to mention the first one is by being pushed onto bed with a hot blow job while having his hole massaged and worked on.

“Doesn’t matter, do not let me catch you again.”

“What? You are going to eat me out of my ass again?” Akira taunts. It sounds like flirting because while this exchange is going on, Akechi doesn’t stop putting Akira’s outfit back together. He is literally fussing over him. After deeming Akira’s outfit acceptable, Akechi reaches out to touch his cheeks in an oddly tender and sentimental way. Then he leaves the nurse's office.

…Seriously? Akira thinks, does he miss some important memo? However, he is always a fan of challenges, and Akechi is a beautiful puzzle that promises an interesting and rewarding experience. He literally gets his rewards already. Akira knows his reaction is not normal, but his curiosity and intrigue win over his basic life-saving instincts. This is definitely a game he plays.

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Akechi cannot help himself. Kurusu wandering in the hallway suspiciously like a naive kitten exploring the new owner’s house just gives him the urge to grab it by the cuff and hug it tightly. Which results in another encounter, demonstrating his worst inner wanting to a fellow student. He pokes and violates Kurusu’s hole on a whim while giving the boy an enthusiastic blow job, and things spiral out of Akechi’s control from there. 

He is…not supposed to indulge. 

When he comes back to earth, Kurusu is looking at him, daring him to back down. The gray eyes twinkle with unspoken challenge, even when Kurusu is mouthing out the sluttiest moan ever. Akechi goes on autopilot and somehow that means he is helping Kurusu dress post-sex. And he runs away after giving the black-haired student the most ridiculous warning.

Akechi never runs away when facing a challenge, not even when his father, a mafia boss disguised as a rising politician, “awards” him a gun to “end himself if he becomes unhelpful or useless, and do it cleanly”, word by word. Somehow Kurusu’s willingness and non-reaction scares him—it is as if Kurusu is okay with the assaults. Like a predator finds out a harmless looking creature isn’t afraid of it, and it isn’t bluffing—something is definitely not right with this soft and fluffy thing, you sure it isn’t devil incarnate? A true smart predator will back away.

Akechi might not be that smart.

It is so intriguing. It is like a magnetic pull. A universal rule. Ever since the black haired transfer student shows up, Akechi cannot help chasing him with his eyes. It is also how Akechi finds out what Kurusu, Takamaki and Sakamoto are doing. Why Akechi decides to give up months of investigative work and aids them instead, is a whole questionable story he doesn’t want to get into. Akechi just wants to remove one of his father’s lackeys from his territory. In Akechi’s opinion, Kamoshida also ceases to be useful for Shido. Akechi decides to capitalize on the man’s demise since he now works as an intern with the Prosecutor office. Otherwise the man will likely be beaten to death and dumped somewhere no one will find him. It would be a waste, unless Akechi could bring the case to Sae Nijima as an “intern project”.

Obviously giving all the work to Kurusu & Co. means he is still organizing the police database for minor disturbances now, but oddly enough Akechi doesn’t have any regrets. Kurusu and his friends make the case into a bombshell that ripples not just on regional and national TV, but also into Shido’s influence circle.

Sae Nijima proves herself by giving Akechi a look one day when he innocently asks after the case.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t have a hand in this. You are the student council president.”

“It doesn’t mean I am actually involved?”

“One of the students mentioned you ‘suggested’ her to preserve the voice recording.”

“…Ah. I see.”

They leave it at that. Even though Akechi is still just querying and cleaning up databases, Sae Nijima starts to give him more document access.

The main reward–if Akechi is being honest about his true feelings–is that Kurusu looks at him differently now. The boy narrows his round, cat-looking eyes with ridiculous eyelashes, and Akechi feels the thrill of being marked by another fellow predator.

He still needs to be careful to keep it as a game, though.

“You do not have a proper righteous look, but you do have an acceptable face. Make it work.” 

This is one of the rare memorable dinner conversations Akechi and his father, Masayoshi Shido, exchange. After that Akechi gets himself an agent and soon appears on the covers and features in several popular teen magazines like Non-no, Nicola, and ELLE as a high school model with brains. Akechi admits, with the high, unreasonable and moving target expectations Shido has, he often overreacts. Shido might just mean he should at least win the popularity contest at school. Or whatever yearly school voting for “Cutest Student from Shujin” is. Or Shido might mean something more nefarious, like asking him to seduce some politicians for Shido’s own gain. Akechi picks one he can stomach (or delay the inevitable). It is better to be overachieving than becoming an underwhelming failure. Becoming the face of one of the Miu Miu regional campaigns definitely strokes his ego, but it’s not like Shido knows nor cares what Miu Miu is.

Shido soon forgets he has a bastard-son-camouflaged-as-an-adopted-son when he is running for re-election and also cleaning up some unsavory businesses. Akechi decides to apply to an internship at the Prosecutor office. Sae Nijima suspects his motive given he is the son of a wealthy politician with a shady background, but respects his get-it-done attitude and actual results. Somehow, most people in the Prosecutor office are deemed useless by her, so having an intern at her beck and call to get boring administration things done properly is still valuable enough to keep him.

“Do you know a student named Akira Kurusu? He is also from Shujin.” Nijima asks while passing him a canned coffee.

Akechi’s heart skips a beat, “Can’t say for sure, but I might come across every student since I am on the—”

“Student council, yes. No, I am just asking. Seems like he is one of the students who helped Ann Takamaki confront Kamoshida.”

“Oh, you mean the other boy, the one that’s not Sakamoto.”

“What do you think of him? Anything stand out?”

He has amazingly pretty gray eyes, his body is full of lean muscles and he is very flexible and he bruises easily —Akechi opens the coffee with a pop, “Is this about the Kamoshida case?”

“Could be. So?”

“There’s rumors that he has a criminal record. Kamoshida started the rumor, by the way, so I think maybe that’s one reason he teamed up and became friends with Takamaki and Sakamoto.” Akechi swallows a mouthful of bitter and stickily sweet coffee mixture, “I think his grades are actually quite good.”

“Hm. Here.” Sae Nijima gives Akechi a folder, “This is a minor fraud case that I want you to read today. Let me know if you find anything interesting.”

The so-called “minor” fraud case ends up being too interesting. Akechi still is flipping through his written notes, musing over them after school. He could not bring actual police investigation documents out of the precinct, but he can review his coded notes. Today they canceled the student council meeting because most members happen to have other plans, even Sae Nijima’s younger sister, Makoto the vice president, apparently needs to do something important afterschool. Therefore Akechi gets a rare hour where no one expects him to show up or do anything.

The fraud case is minor in monetary amount and offenses, but the suspect isn’t. Sae Nijima doesn’t realize someone she has been searching for, Junya Kaneshiro, is right in her lap. Kaneshiro is also the money dealer for Shido, funneling shady earnings into clean money that goes into his political campaign. Akechi is giddy in connecting the dots that no one else has, but also anxious on not sure how to move forward yet. One wrong step could mean everything falling apart. He needs to solidify a full picture first before deciding how to use both sides to his advantages.

The student council door opens suddenly. And a wild Kurusu shows up. Akechi hastily covers up his notes with other school work, trying to react properly, “Kurusu—what can I do for you? You know the room isn’t open to public right now—”

“I know and that’s even better.” The gray eyes float closer, and then the boy just fluidly and casually drops to his knee right in front of Akechi, with a table across them, “I am here to return the favor.”

“What fav—!” Akechi tries to move the metal folding chair away from Kurusu’s groping hands going straight for his pants, however it just means that Kurusu now is crawling under the table, peering up at him truly like a cat. It is adorable.

“Stop moving.” Akechi does not have time to admire how Kurusu can crawl and move into his lap with grace and speed, because his dick is being pulled out and into a scorching hot wetness in under 0.5 seconds. His brain also shuts down immediately, “ Ah —”

After a light lick at the tip, Kurusu goes all in. Impossibly deep, without choking. He did this before or he practiced. Akechi’s hazy mind is filled with jealousy. After dropping his head toward the ceiling to savor the feeling of being served and swallowed, Akechi blinks himself awake to take initiative. It is the first time he has a clear, frontal view of Kurusu’s face, not to mention stuffed to the brim with his cock. The stretched lips, the hollowing cheeks, moving throat and Adam's apple, the fluttering fans of eye lashes paint such an erotic picture. Akechi wants to frame it. He frames it with his hands—touching with ghostly tenderness. 

”Good boy…aren’t you a good boy .” Another deepen swallow, Akechi moans, getting more excited when he realizes anyone could walk in at any moment, and they will be seeing Kurusu on his knees giving a blow job like there’s no tomorrow. “You are so good at this—did you do it before, or have you practiced for me?”

Leaving with a pop and a thin thread of saliva between the cock tip and his tongue, Kurusu slowly blinks and licks his lips, “I practiced on a cucumber. But yours is obviously bigger than I expected.”

“…I see.” Akechi isn’t sure how to describe the slight relief he feels. After all there’s nothing this could prove.

“I only had your cock in my ass, I didn’t really have a chance to measure it.” With that, Kurusu gives the cock in hands another long, tantalizing lick, “Which I do want an encore today too, if you can come twice, like I did last time.”

How could a man be so intriguing, unpredictable, insufferable and sexy?

“What do you have in mind?” Akechi tries so hard to calm his hammering heart beat, but with dick being stroked and a cute boy kneeling under the table before him, it is impossible.

“I want you to come on my face first.”

He does just that.

It is extremely unlike him, and Akechi starts to wonder if this is a honeypot setup his evil father or his father’s rival has for him in order to obtain blackmail material. When it comes to Kurusu, all inhibition falls apart, and apparently he is okay with having sex on the table in the student council room with an unlocked door. Akechi shoves Kurusu’s inner turtleneck up in order to play with his pert nipples, at the same time watching his cock going in and out from below. Apparently Kurusu comes well prepared so he stretches his hole beforehand to save time.

“Hah—there, yes, there ,” Different from usual quiet demeanor, Kurusu starts to get noisy and demands more, which Akechi loves. This could be a troubling sign, because it almost feels like everything is consensual when it is anything but. With the building orgasm on the horizon, Akechi decides to let the future self to scheme about it. Now he focuses on playing with Kurusu’s nipples, purposefully avoiding the bouncing and leaking cock, and sending his own into that tight heat as deep as he can reach. Kurusu’s head drops from the table, showcasing his long pale neck, prime for choking or biting. His body contorts and shakes, with a light sheen of sweat pooling around his exposed waist. He looks like the perfect meal for Akechi. Too perfect.

—a problem for the future self, Akechi reminds himself.

Being the perfect gentleman, Akechi still fists Kurusu’s dick to finish first, not without selfish intention. Kurusu’s perfect body tenses up like a bow, and then flops back down to the table with a long satisfying sigh. Not giving him the luxury of time, Akechi suddenly picking up a brutal pace, along with a hand keeps playing with Kurusu’s softening cock.

“ Ugh …stop, I—-” The sensitivity is real, the looseness is also real. Akechi delights in little cruelty like this. Maybe this reminds him that this isn’t that sweet or normal after all. A reminder he doesn’t know he needs until Kurusu’s weak hands pushing at him futilely and unable to escape the post-orgasm torture, “Ah— Akechi —ugnn—”

“You will accept anything I give you.” Akechi whispers close to Kurusu’s ear, “Open your eyes and look at me.”

Kurusu opens his eyes and looks straight at Akechi, his eyes rim with redness and wetness. And Akechi loses himself in them.

The future Akechi decides he can afford being seduced by Kurusu, for now. He still lacks some vital information so making any moves would be premature. However, Akechi admits he feels thrown off by Kurusu’s recent change to being proactive. He decides he will not seek out the other boy unless it is necessary. 

Being horny does not count as necessary.

The other front about Kaneshiro, though, is getting some progress. Akechi always suspects Principal Kobayakawa might be in Shido’s pocket, but is never able to confirm. The man is slippery for sure, since he somehow escaped the ripple caused by Kamoshida’s scandal. Akechi gets his confirmation by accident. One day after lunch upon turning up the stairs, Akechi sees Makoto’s back and is going to call out to her to walk together, she turns and swiftly enters the Principal Office.

It is rare and with no good reason that Principal Kobayakawa will call the student council vice president and not the president. Akechi immediately parks himself right outside of the room as if he is waiting to be summoned next while checking his phone to avoid any eye contact with passing students.

More information is always good, but does not mean better sleep for Goro Akechi. He hears Kobayakawa shouts and is very rude at Makoto, telling her that multiple students are being blackmailed and involved in gang delivery in Shibuya. He tells her to investigate.

“Sorry, Principal Kobayakawa…why me? Shouldn’t we also ask Akechi—” Makoto asks.

“No, don’t let him know. He is busy enough and I don’t want him troubled by this. His father is also running for re-election, we don’t want these tangled together.” Principal says, “unless you think you cannot do it? You are the vice president after all—”

“No, sir, I understand. I will do it for the school and all these students.” Makoto immediately answers. Her fatal flaw is always too eager to please, even to a trash like Kobayakawa. Akechi doesn’t need to continue eavesdropping so he leaves before Makoto opens the room.

This new event might force Akechi’s hand, given that Kaneshiro’s operation is obviously affecting Shujin students. Makoto is being tasked to investigate. Also, Kobayakawa is obviously Shido’s goon who apparently doesn’t want Shido to know what he is doing. Well then, Akechi is going to double-cross all of them and come out as the winner.

“Sae san, these are the notes I compiled for Kaneshiro's case.” Akechi hands a typed-up note to Sae Nijima that day, “There are some interesting rumors and points I added, but I don’t know if they are relevant or not yet.”

Sae’s eyebrows raise, “Kaneshiro is also extorting Shujin’s students into money laundry?”

“I had some anonymous tips from students crying for help.” Akechi lowers his head to showcase some humbleness, “While I understand this case is minor and may not prove to be as important as other cases you have, but if that’s true that my fellow students are being threatened, I would need to help them.”

“…Of course. These are good notes, thanks. I’ll look into them.” Sae pauses, “Does Makoto know about this?”

“I think she might know, but I am not sure.”

“Ok, if you could do me a favor by looking out for her too? I think recently stress is getting into her, and she always has a strong sense of justice.” Sae sighs, “I sometimes wish she is as rational and calculated as you. She could be rather hot headed.”

If Makoto also grew up with a mafia boss as a father, she would be scheming, rational and calculating too.

“Of course, I will do my best.” And getting Sae’s approval and a valid reason for stalking after Makoto is a plus.

Stalking he does. Akechi sometimes asks for permission to skip certain classes for his extracurricular activities. He doesn’t expect to spot the upright vice president in Shibuya during school hours, with Kurusu of all people. They lean in close to each other to talk, just like a normal couple shopping in Shibuya’s madness. Then Takamaki and Sakamoto also show up together as a pair. They go for crepes, huddle around the tall small tables, engage in conversations.

What is this, skipping classes for…double dates? Akechi hates that he isn’t in disguise, but at least he is also not in uniform. He hears the squeaking of leather, surprised by his tightly balled up fist and the sound his gloves make. It is surprisingly loud in his ear in a buzzingly Shibuya.

Obviously it means nothing. Whatever they’ve done is just part of the game.

Akechi is going to leave and skips class altogether, no longer cares about what his fellow students are up to. He savagely fantasizes about how he is going to tease Makoto about it during student council meetings, or even spreads a rumor out of this as revenge—he sees the group approach a man who’s clearly a henchman of Kaneshiro.

Akechi silently curses his luck. At least they do not get a paper bag from the man—it appears they anger the henchman (not surprising, given none of them have tact, and Kurusu isn’t the one doing the talking). The henchman waves at them menacingly and leaves. The group exchanges some more conversation and leaves for the train station. Akechi debates if he should continue tailing them, but seeing them go separate ways—

Kurusu apparently is going back to school, directly. Akechi detours and hops on the same train. He follows the boy’s slightly hunched figure all the way, entering the school gate, and then to the changing room next to the gym complex.

There’s no gym classes and too early for afterschool clubs, so the entire room simply echoes the soft footsteps and the sounds of a locker door being opened.

Past-Akechi says he is not going to engage, but present-Akechi can overwrite his past self when he spots better opportunity or obtains new information. He pounces, catching Kurusu mid-changing back into Shujin’s uniform. He should’ve done it earlier when he is still in casual clothing, that would be more exciting.

“I know it’s you.” Kurusu says calmly, while being slammed into the lockers, and then Akechi refuses to let him talk—he only accepts moaning and his name coming from that mouth. He drags Kurusu into a shower booth and proceeds to fuck him right there. Akechi grabs one of Kurusu’s long, lean legs, pulls up– the boy really has a flexible body –and enters roughly. They both groan. After a few movements, Akechi manages to push as much as he can in this position. Kurusu has one hand bracing himself on the wall, the other hooks around Akechi’s neck and grabs his hair. At one point both of them fail to remain fully standing, limbs half tangled, half keeping each other up half weighing each other down. They are like two wet cats fighting in a bathroom, scrambling. Kurusu bites him on the shoulder when Akechi roughly upward-pounds into him. In retaliation, Akechi gives him bruises all over his body with hands and mouth. Akechi realizes he is mad with jealousy from earlier, and is taking it out on Kurusu. He couldn’t care less. It was still a good fuck, even though it was a little bit rough.

Again, this is something he needs: a proof that this is nothing normal nor consensual.

It obviously doesn’t work as intended, because after both of them panting as if running a marathon, Kurusu casually asks, “Are you free this Saturday?”

Akechi is, in fact, free, “…Why?”

“Want to go out together?”

His brain short circuits, but he answers automatically “…Where?”

Kurusu shrugs, “Anywhere you want to go recently?”

“…There is a new jellyfish exhibit at the Shinagawa aquarium.”

“Sure, let’s meet at the entrance at 10?”

And Akechi gets a date on the weekend.

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Akechi is incredibly slow sometimes, but that’s where his charm is. The contradiction is very cute. Makes him more like a real human, instead of an idealized model student that he is trying desperately to sell to everyone. It also proves Akira isn’t the only one who tends to be fucked stupid, and only him sees through the mask.

While in Shibuya, It is actually Ann who spots Akechi, but not the man himself: “Wow, that guy is wearing Undercover’s fall 20XX coat!”

“Under…what?” Ryuji mumbles with a mouthful of cream from the crepes.

“Right now it is spring…?” Makoto asks, “Oh, is it because fashion brands have to be a season early?”

Akira looks discretely from the corner of his eyes, and quickly informs the group, “Don’t turn and look, it’s Akechi.” Both Ann and him put out a hand pointedly on Ryuji’s arms to prevent him from doing just that.

“I ain’t gonna look!!!” The blonde looks hurt by the double mistrust.

Makoto whispers uneasily, “Do you think he…”

“Yeah, I think he sees us and probably recognizes us too.” Akechi looks incredibly good with fashionable street wear—this isn’t the style Akira imagined him wearing before. He actually never really imagined Akechi dressing anything outside of the school uniforms. Or being naked. It’s a nice surprise. Akira wishes they can fuck in those outfits—not now, he should file this information for later.

“I wouldn’t put it past him to actually go ‘undercover’ and follow us all the way.” The question would be when did he start? Akira is vigilant but he doesn’t notice Akechi until now. It would be a big problem if he already follows them from earlier—

Ann shakes her head, “He might be coming from a shoot? That coat is not publicly released yet, and I only know about it because I saw the catalog when I was auditioning for them. The look of it is not even available online.”

“He said he will be working and thus missing some classes yesterday.” Makoto confirms. “But what should we do now? Kaneshiro’s men might show up any minute.”

“Let’s go as planned.” Akira reasons, “Since we are supposed to be running into those men by chance. It is easier to omit some information instead of trying to lie. Akechi might not know who those men are anyways.” Doubtful, but Akira keeps it to himself.

“Would be very interesting if Akechi recognized Kaneshiro’s men…”

The group stays silent for a bit, each musing about this possibility.

“…if that’s the case, that just means we might have more resources to get information.” Makoto said, narrowing her eyes and turning at the same time, “Here we go.”

Even though Makoto talks properly and all, it doesn’t work with goons and only enrages them, apparently. They don’t get the paper bag that contains neither delivery (drug) nor payment (money), but they do get verbal confirmation on what is going on and that the mafia is targeting high school students to do the work. Akira secretly records the whole exchange with his phone in the pocket without anyone knowing.

With the next step to think about—Makoto insists on getting more “solid evidence” before approaching her sister, who is a prosecutor—the group breaks for today. Both Ann and Ryuji decide to skip the rest of the class and visit Shiho in the hospital. Makoto actually submits a request for a day off for “family reasons” so she is technically not skipping any class. She even tries to do vigilante acts in such a proper and official way. It's ridiculous, Akira thinks fondly.

Notice Akechi is still following them not far behind—he actually tails people pretty well, except he is too good looking and stands out in Akira’s opinion—Akira decides to test his theory. He takes the train back to school, sneaks into the school gate since he isn’t wearing a uniform, and goes to the changing room next to the gym.

An Akechi with fire in his maroon eyes charging in right after. Bingo. Let’s see if that fire is jealousy or just pure horniness. Akira takes him on willingly. Either way works for me.

The sex is the roughest they had. It is pure bliss but definitely not great for his body the next day. Akechi doesn’t hesitate in manipulating his body, shaping and contorting Akira into the shapes he wants. With already fucked-out mind, Akira admires the way Akechi’s muscle strains to hold him, contain him, and to get what he wants. The guy definitely trains himself on a variety of different exercise regimens to get visually pleasing and useful muscles like that.

Akira also constantly needs to worry about them hitting their heads on the slippery tiled walls or floors. He doesn’t think he will get an orgasm with a concussion. I guess I should also worry about people coming in , Akira thinks belatedly.

Horny brains are weird, but as always, Akira likes a challenge and he is famous for making things more complicated. So after they are both sated and tired, he asks Akechi out for a date.

Surprisingly Akechi agrees without any sarcasm, questioning, deflection…anything. Akira even expects this process to be similar to the match of the century between the Go master and Go AI. (He is the master, Akechi is the AI.) They just have the most direct, straightforward exchange that leads to Akira walking towards an Akechi not wearing a school uniform in front of the famous dating spot, Shinagawa Aquarium. What Akechi is wearing is…very interesting. Akira gives him a pointed once over as he walks to stand in front of a good looking teenage model wearing a sweater vest on a white shirt, perfectly ironed. Perfectly mundane and “I am here to meet your ultra-traditional parents and ask for your hand” vibe.

Hmmmm.

“There you are, I thought you were going to ditch me.” Akechi laughs, again perfect and fake. As if they are on a school field trip. If Akechi takes out a working booklet, Akira wouldn’t be surprised. This is also kind of hot but Akira is not keen on having this Akechi today. He will wait for an opportunity though, since undressing and disarming someone is his favorite pastime.

“Why would I miss a date with the cutest guy from school?” Akira replies, gesturing to the clock at the entrance, “I am also 5 minutes earlier than 10? When did you get here?”

Akira’s guess is probably at least 30 minutes earlier than their agreed time, and Akechi might be hiding somewhere to observe the situation first. Obviously he doesn’t expect Akechi to respond to this question.

“I already got us the tickets, let’s go in before more crowds show up.”

“Wait.” Akira pulls him back.

“Any problem—???”

Akechi’s face is interestingly blank when Akira picks up his hand, and holds it.

“Ok, now we are ready to go.” Akechi isn’t wearing any gloves today, it is nice to touch and hold his hands. He has really nice hands—kind of boney, long and lean, not too knotty. Very smooth skin. He might have been a hand model before.

“…alright.” Akechi forcibly tears his eyes away from the holding hands in between them, and leads the way.

They go through the jellyfish exhibit, see the sardines twirl around them, muse about penguins catching fishes thrown at them, and adorable sea otters cracking shells with stones. Akira actually has never been to Shinagawa Aquarium since he moved to Tokyo, and he only hears about it being the top dating spot from Ann when they were reading a fashion magazine over lunch. It is definitely the dating spot. Akira even sees some gay and lesbian couples around, enjoying looking at the beautiful and magical underwater world, whispering sweet nothing to each other.

“You know because they live in extremely harsh conditions, these deep sea creatures mature sexually very slowly, many of them can live up to hundreds of years—” Akechi says without pausing, switching from talking about coral reefs to deep sea alien creatures when they walk into the new exhibit zone.

Akira wants to ask him if he ever thinks about being a voice actor too, but he doesn’t want to interrupt his nerdy wikipedia citation. He exploits what Akechi says whenever possible though, gotta keep the guy on his toes.

“Interesting, I would’ve think with such a dangerous life where you could die anytime, you would mature sexually as fast as possible, find a mate or many of them, fuck and reproduce as much as possible.”

Akechi narrows his eyes, while a weird looking deep sea fish floats by behind him to set the mood.

“You like living on the edge, don’t you.”

“You should know.” Akira responds lightly, “And it is not like there aren’t animals who use that model to survive. Rabbits are horny all the time.”

They share a long and weighted look where their holding hands are like crossing swords. If Akechi thinks Akira is implying things or flirting then Akira is daring him to say it out loud. But they proceed to argue and discuss what it feels like living somewhere without sunlight. Akira wins this round, and he is positive he isn’t the only one counting score.

Akechi seems to be okay with it if humans can live without it, but Akira is definitely a sun person. Winter sun is his favorite type of sun. Summer is painful in Tokyo—he can already feel it—but Akira usually doesn’t sweat that much. Based on Akechi’s reaction, Akira suspects Akechi does not regulate his body temperature well or sweat easily, since he remembers Akechi’s beads of sweat dropping onto his body in their previous intimate encounters.

They spend the whole day in the aquarium getting their tickets’ worth. They don’t even realize its closing time until the staff announce that the aquarium is closing in 30 minutes. Akira genuinely has a great time. It feels very normal. As they head to the exit, Akira feels a sudden force coming from their linked hands. He gets pulled into the bathroom.

“Wait, Akechi—” Welp, he probably teases Akechi too much. Akira half wrestles half resists (but not really) while Akechi pushes him into a stall and kicks the door closed violently, “They say they are closing in 30 minutes!”

“I can get you to come in under 10.” Akechi breathes in his neck. Akira’s whole upper body is covered in goosebumps. Shit, why is this guy so hot and knows how to use it. Akechi already shoves a hand into his jeans and gropes his ass.

“Well it is not like I am objecting to have an orgasm in public, but I might have a better proposal—”

“8 minutes.”

Just 1 more minute Akira might give up completely and let Akechi gets his way, so he hurries out, “Ha-ah— Letsgotoahotel ”

Trust Akechi to be able to find a love hotel nearby, but it makes sense given that the aquarium is the top dating spot. They can’t possibly be the first couple to flirt with ocean and fish facts to the point they want to fuck, right ? Akira doesn’t even have a chance to look at the hotel building properly before being pulled inside, though he doesn’t miss the fact that Akechi pulls out an expensive looking credit card to pay for the hour. It is not something a normal high school student would have. Though maybe his father—

Akira’s back hits a soft and bouncy bed. When he looks down, Akechi is crawling on top of him like something that would happen in a saucy ad or movie scene. He hovers on top of Akira, the hooded eyes directed to his lips. Akechi wears mascara, Akira discovers. For a second Akira almost thinks Akechi is going to kiss him.

He doesn’t, of course, it would likely be too intimate for him. Akira reads Akechi’s conflict pretty well by now, especially once he interprets using this language, everything makes more sense. Akechi aims for Akira’s neck, biting and licking into the border of his v-neck shirt. Akira raises a knee to rub against Akechi’s hardening crotch. The atmosphere and mood is surprisingly different from the nurse’s office. There’s no sterile fluorescent lights on the ceiling, and since they enter the room and go to bed immediately, the TV is still playing a romantic background music. The wallpapers are warm tones. Their movements are more sensual and tender, though the slight urgency from hunger is still present. Akira feels he has more time and space to explore Akechi’s body, instead of simply being snatched and devoured by a starved creature.

This is also the first time they completely shred off each other’s clothes. Akira kind of likes it. He gets to see the entirety of Goro Akechi. The other man keeps treating Akira like a mouthing stuffed animal though, and continues to move him this way and that. Akechi marks him on the hips with numerous bites and moves down to mouth at Akira’s cock, using his tongue to play around the head. Akira moans and wants to participate, but Akechi’s lower body is too far from reach. He does some grabby hand gestures to not prevail.

“Hey, come here.” Akira finds his voice and demands.

Akechi still licks his dick like it is an ice cream bar, side-eying, “Why.”

“I want to lick you too.”

“What if I don’t want you to?”

Akira looks at him, exacerbated, “You seem to like me just lying there doing nothing.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Akechi opens his mouth, and then closes it audibly. For some reasons this renders him speechless. Akira rolls his eyes, waving again. After a pregnant pause, Akechi moves his hips into Akira’s reach. He decides this is time to reward the animal so a proper training would take effect. They mouth each other’s cock for a while, and Akira is proud to hear Akechi make appreciative noises at his treatment.

When Akira is entered there’s nothing fancy. The urgency is sated by prolonged foreplay. Akechi moves with slower and steadier rhyme, eyes hazy under the comfortable and intimate low light in the room. Akira feels like he is in a dream—a nice one, where he has a nice date with a cute boy, and then a nice tender fuck (or two). However, Akira always lives on the edge, so he holds up both hands and pulls Akechi down for a kiss.

Akechi goes with it.

Akechi goes with it.

Akechi goes with it —oh.

Face extremely close, Akira can see the turmoil in those blood-colored eyes. He works harder with his tongue, noises he makes, the movements of his hips and wrapping of his legs around Akechi’s sweaty hips, trying to distract the man on top of him from having an internal crisis.

They climax together, in sync, without any complicated positions nor pain given to each other. Everything is so boring, so vanilla, so perfect and Akira just feels good.

Even though they still have some minutes left, both of them decide to shower and dress up after just 1 fuck. The mood is subdued in a good way—like no one wants to leave or poke this lovely bubble by speaking too loudly or moving too fast. Akechi still insists on helping him dress, even though Akira isn’t wearing school uniforms so unsure what Akechi does would be superior. Or Akechi is just secretly a mother hen. Akira actually isn’t sure how to feel about it, because he likes to take care of people too. He tries to do the same and Akechi just deflects. Ugh.

They silently check out of the hotel and go to the train station. Right as one of Akira’s trains arrives, they suddenly realize they are holding hands unconsciously the entire way.

Nothing changes even after a perfect date. Akira does manage to get Akechi’s phone number so they’ve been texting. No sexting so far, though.

Meanwhile, Akira has to rescue Makoto from Kaneshiro’s club but not before the man takes a picture of the entire gang and threatens them. That earlier recording on his phone and other evidence they gather so far would have to be enough to bring to Makoto’s sister. Hopefully once Sae Nijima catches up with the situation, she will have better resources and capabilities than a group of high schoolers.

“I will give everything to my sister today.” Makoto declares to the group, “Meanwhile, no one does anything rash on their own.”

“You are the one who Kaneshiro contacted, not us.” Ryuji snorts, “Even though you kick ass with karate or something, never pick fights with mafia again.”

“I wasn’t picking fights—”

“Let us know how it goes.” Akira interrupts, just as the class bell rings. They say final goodbye and start dispersing to different classrooms.

“Excuse me?” A student timidly pokes her head out as Akira descends from the roof, “Are you…friends with the vice president?”

There’s something a little weird, since normally people avoid him due to his reputation at the beginning of the school year. Akira stops his step slowly, but still maintains a distance, “What do you want?”

“I…I need to submit the application for the festival but no one was in the student council room.” She seems agitated, holding out a piece of paper that is indeed the festival application, “I really need to go back to class because we have Mr. Ushimaru and if I am late again…”

“...Alright, I’ll hand it to her—!”

Just as Akira reaches for the paper, someone pushes him from behind. He misses the step and falls down the stairs.

Chapter Text

Upon seeing Takemi’s codename on his phone as the caller id, Akechi’s annoyance flares. They have established a mutually beneficial working relationship, but under the basis that only Akechi can contact her. The phone number is first to a transfer service Akechi signed up with a fake id  before reaching Akechi, for security reasons (aka avoiding his father’s notice). Extra security is always preferred.

However, knowing Takemi’s no nonsense attitude, Akechi still picks up the phone, “This has better be important, Takemi san.”

“Oh it might be.” Comes Takemi’s unique bored tone, “Kurusu is here. He got a concussion from falling off the stairs at school.”

Akechi is suddenly speechless.

“He said someone pushed him on purpose.”

HIs blood runs cold.

Telling Takemi about Kurusu is more of a precaution. Not necessary but Akechi always likes to be prepared and have multiple failsafe. He obtains information that the boy lives in Yongen-Jaya, where Takemi’s clinic also is located. It is a small area, so he figures having an additional pair of eyes on Kurusu would be helpful. For gathering intelligence. Takemi is in the long game and has a solid incentive to be on Akechi’s side—not only for getting her research and business out of Shido’s grasp, but also she used to be the only doctor who helped Akechi’s mother until the end. They are essentially in the same boat with the same goal, connected by a shared memory of Akechi’s mother in the past. Takemi treated Akechi numerous times when he was a child, and when he first was “adopted” by Shido and had questionable injuries. If Akechi has to trust one person, Takemi would be it.

Takemi is also very smart—not a ruthless, naive type of smart, but street and practical kind. She won’t do anything that will make things more work nor complicated for herself. Unlike certain someone , keep poking his head into unnecessary trouble for misguided justice.

Akechi has a good grip on how to work and manipulate Takemi if needed.

“Do you think…?” Akechi doesn’t even need to complete his question, Takemi understands. She knows what kind of person his father is, after all.

“I think so, or at least an early warning.” Takemi answers, “I asked him for full details under the disguise of needing it for treatment. He said a student stopped and distracted him with some excuse, and another pushed him from the back. He didn’t see the second person’s face.”

“I see.” This should be okay to ask…it is natural, nothing suspecting, “How is he? Kurusu.”

“He is lucky that he broke the fall as best as he can. He didn’t break any bones nor neck, just got some bruises and a light concussion from unfortunately hitting his temple. Based on what he described I think this was supposed to at least render him a few broken bones.” Takemi pauses, “He has really good reflexes, also very flexible. It sounds like he tumbled down several flights and still managed to land right.”

Like a cat . Akechi thinks but doesn’t say out loud. He also looks at the aquarium ticket peeking out from a book he is reading. When do I become a sentimental person ? I should throw it away .

“There’s also other recent scars on other part of his body–”

I probably gave him some bites and bruises –Akechi closes the book to cover up the ticket stub used as a bookmark, as if keeping it out of view or protecting it. He cuts Takemi off before she continues: “Thank you for contacting me and letting me know.”

“So I guess this boy really is important enough, or at least something makes your father think so.” Takemi says knowingly, and Akechi hates that she is right.

“Don’t worry, it won’t change anything. I’ll handle it.”

“Look—I trust you and we’ve been together this far. But don’t do anything rash.” She warns, “He clearly means something to you because you didn’t cut me off immediately when I called you. There must be a way where you can—”

Akechi has to interrupt her from what she is saying. It is too dangerous and real. “No. I’ll handle it.”

“…Alright. Kurusu will likely be released in about 1 hour.”

Akechi waits for Kurusu to say something about the incident. The other boy acts like nothing happened, apparently doesn’t report to the police nor the school, continues to text Akechi daily, and also tries to run into him whenever possible. Akechi on the other hand has to put down double efforts into avoiding Kurusu to the point that they are playing cat and mouse game at school now. Akechi still has slight advantages of knowing Kurusu’s class schedules; however, the lead is narrowing given that Kurusu isn't hesitant in skipping classes altogether in favor of catching Akechi. The audacity of this boy and how he pulls it off without any teacher suspending him is beyond Akechi.

He couldn’t just outright cut off contact with Kurusu unless he told him about his father. Sorry, my father apparently misunderstood and thinks you are someone important to me so he is sending assassins to kill you . Especially given Kurusu’s track record of apparently leading his fellow mismatched friends to investigate and even take down criminals—recently Principal Kobayakawa gets on their list—Akechi doesn’t want to risk it.

He shudders to think what if Akira targets Shido…no. Shido is not the same as Kamoshida, Kaneshiro nor Kobayakawa, Akechi will not give it up.

Maybe his psycho father will give up after seeing Akechi and Kurusu distant further, seeing that there’s nothing significant between them. Shido should understand it is just a temporary fling (he himself has several, Akechi’s mother was an accident.) There’s no need to test Akechi’s resolve or preemptively remove any weakness for Akechi.

Akechi really does try. He tries to block Kurusu’s text first.

K: you are so bullshit about hegel i cannot

A: Excuse me ? Please enlighten me

A simple taunt breaks the rule, when Akechi realizes it, they’ve been engaging in heated texting for 2 hours straight past midnight. He still has the student council’s next quarter budget sheet to look at. Akechi almost slams his head on the desk, letting his phone drop to the floor with just 2% of battery left. Kurusu also just wins a round of chess against him. Barely.

Kurusu does this on purpose. Akechi is 100% sure. The boy knows exactly how to push his buttons and unfortunately their previous short but in-depth interactions give him too much ammunition and angles to do so. This absolutely shows how Akechi is not ready to face and take down his father, if a high schooler can enrage and distract him so easily.

Well, with his own added protection of his phone from his father, Akechi resorts to just plain old tactics of distancing himself. Kurusu also seems to be busy with Kobayakawa—no thanks to Akechi’s secret help in pushing Sae, even though she is still working on Kaneshiro—Akechi gets a few week’s reprieve. Shido doesn’t have a long attention span, plus once Kaneshiro is charged he will be busy for some time. Then maybe he will forget about Kurusu and the boy will be safe—

Akechi pauses, his gloved hand hovering on top of the proof prints of the flyer for the school festival.

He wants to keep Kurusu safe.

He wants to keep Kurusu safe.

He wants to keep Kurusu —

Why, though. Is the hard question that suddenly surfaces at the forefront of Akechi’s mind. The print design and the information needed on the flyer all blur together. He buries, avoids, hides this question for long enough that right now the universe just could not allow him to continue anymore.

Akechi never wants to have a crisis at a public place like a school, in a student council room no less. Even though he is the only one here, he could not guarantee to react properly if council members or other students come in. They will see the usually perfect, well composed and know-all council president frozen in time, hands slightly shaking and silently panicking. Inappropriate.

He forces himself to calm down by exaggerating his breathing. Something he learns through a meditation app that he deleted long ago. He cannot let people know Goro Akechi needs a meditation app . It helps somewhat, but isn’t enough to brainwash himself.

Alright, lying to himself isn’t going to be helpful anyway. Akechi spreads all ten fingers on the table to ground himself. He survives by being a realist and acknowledging his weakness. Without knowing he will not be able to plan properly. Time to unblind himself.

There were messed up and dark times before where Akechi had a crush or got close to someone that led them to be removed by Shido. Obviously Akechi was shocked, but he brushed and got over it fairly quickly. It meant he is not strong enough nor good enough to keep the things or person he wanted yet. There were even times that he knew something would happen but did nothing.

Akechi wants to keep Kurusu safe, because he genuinely likes Kurusu. He might even feel deeper than just a superficial surface attraction of sex. He feels deeper than that.

Akechi wants to text him through the night, telling him not only his arguments about Hegel is legit, but there are other philosophers Kurusu should read on too so they can discuss—

Akechi wants to run into him at school, in the hallway, outside of the gym, next to the vending machine, when the boy runs errands for the class—

Akechi wants to go to more museums with him, maybe they will start with the classics of the National Museum, then Contemporary Art. He wants to invite him to other touristy ones like teamLab—

Akechi wants to go to the zoo with him, both of them swooning or laughing at cute red pandas—

Akechi wants to bring him to Shibuya to see if some clothing brands he’s been eyeing would look like on Kurusu. He wants to dress the boy—

Akechi wants—

—Akechi gets it.

Or Kurusu has the uncanny ability to know when he is needed.

Kurusu opens the student council door just like their crazy last encounter. Like he does this every single day. He pokes his messy hair into the room, the gray eyes lock on to Akechi (who is still panicking silently.)

“Hm.”

“…What do you need?” Akechi squeezes out.

Kurusu enters the room and closes the door behind him, and clicks on the lock this time, “You are different today.”

“How so? Also what do you need? If nothing, I have to ask you to leave—”

“You haven’t run away yet.” Kurusu walks over and sits on the table next to his elbow. He always carries an unspeakable threat with a casual air.

Akechi is trapped.

“I have no idea what you are talking about. I will never run away.”

It is obvious that no one in the room believes it.

Kurusu remains emotionless, but he leans in and kisses Akechi on the temple very sweetly oh my god what —

“…I still need to approve this paper work for the school festival, the deadline is tomorrow.”

“Hmph, keep working, Mr. President.” Kurusu continues to neck him, somehow ends up in Akechi’s lap and clings onto him, “I won’t interrupt you, I swear.”

Again, no one in the room believes it.

Kurusu bounces himself on Akechi’s lap while Akechi attempts to read any words on the student festival’s main stage event proposal. The boy pants enthusiastically, twerking and shaking like a slut, impossibly hot and sexy. He even makes sure Akechi has two free hands to move the documents around, and not blocking his view completely.

“If, if you want, you can put them on me to read.” Kurusu grinds down on Akechi’s cock, hands ghosting across his toned chest offering to Akechi. His nipples are red and peaked from being played earlier.

Both of them know that is not the problem.

Akechi moves his hips involuntarily, triggering a breathless thrill from the boy. Kurusu resumes his up and down moving effort, his abs ripples with the movement. Akechi is incredibly deep in his body. Kurusu rubs his leaking cock on Akechi’s uniform shirt every time he moves and Akechi doesn’t care. His hands hold the papers, but that’s it. His mind and the rest of the body are focus on this audacious boy who decides to drop in and just demand sex like they aren’t still fucking at school.

Kurusu clings to Akechi when both of them climax around the same time—Akechi thinks being hugged tightly is the trigger for him.

He is so mad about this.

The boy dares to pepper him with tender kisses after they come down from the orgasm. And smiles a perfect angelic smile.

“We cannot do this anymore.” Akechi blurts with anger. He is surprised by his own rustic voice—did he make any noises? Why is his throat so tight and rough?

Kurusu looks at him in surprise, “What? Was it bad?”

“What do you mean, ‘ was it bad’ !? I, I forced you before and obviously we shouldn’t do this in school—”

“Oh I mean was the orgasm not good, not about the moral question in the first place.”

“Shouldn’t that be part of the problem too?”

“Duh, obviously. But as you can tell, I’ve consented several times now.” Kurusu backs away without actually detaching himself from Akechi’s cock, it is very distracting, “Unless you aren’t?”

Akechi doesn’t know how to respond to that. He wants it so bad but also doesn’t want it so bad. He shouldn’t but also he absolutely should because fuck his father—

“This would be a scandal if my father finds out.”

There.

“Shouldn’t you worry about this when you first grab me into the janitor closet.”

“I made a mistake.”

“And also when you fucked me in the nurse’s office.”

“I—”

“And in the student council room last time.”

“…”

“Also you agreed to go on a date, and you brought me to a love motel.” Kurusu pauses, and it is the first time he shows some concern, “…You used your father’s credit card to pay for it?”

“It was my own card, what do you take me for?” Akechi snaps, “though I did get that card through my father’s recommendation…”

“Well, you get my point.”

Akechi feels like a tube of toothpaste, and Kurusu gently and determined to squeeze every ounce of feelings and truths out of him. Slowly, slowly, slowly, and there’s nothing more Akechi could do to prevent it, except to delay by spitting out his heart piece by piece. Bursting his guts out right in the middle.

“I…I regret doing things like this to you.”

“…Oh.”

“My father cares about his appearances, and sometimes he will act unconventionally to protect his reputation.” Or to hurt me, to test if I am too weak.

Akechi takes a deep breath, unsure how to hide anymore, “I don’t…I don’t want things to happen to you.”