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Akira Kurusu was utterly screwed.
Here she was, alone in the Metaverse with none other than Goro Akechi, an individual which was supposed to be her enemy. Her rival. The person that was supposed to be dead, at least that’s what Akira thought.
Last week Akechi came back into her life, after believing that she was truly gone after Shido’s palace. By some miracle, she was alive. Breathing. On Christmas when she strolled up to both her and Sae Nijima, Akira could’ve sworn her heart stopped. All the bottled up feelings came spilling out, like a damn exploding and letting the water rush through with abandon.
And now here she was, pinned in a safe room, on the floor, Akechi snarling at her.
Akira swallows thickly as she stares into Akechi’s eyes, not knowing what she was about to do next. Kill her? Finally? Right after they had begun on the path to take down Maruki? Honestly, she wouldn’t be particularly surprised. Despite the fact that Akechi looks murderous, Akira finds herself utterly embarrassed, blushing like she’s never been this close to another woman before. God she was such a loser. She could barely talk to women as it was. Goro Akechi was worse.
Akechi was stunning. Not just model stunning, drop dead gorgeous stunning. Ann was a beauty queen. Perfect porcelain skin, blonde hair, blue eyes… She had it all. But Akira was more attracted to Akechi. She loved when Akechi got so embarrassed that her cheeks flushed pink, so her freckles were visible underneath her makeup. It was so cute… The way her silky brown hair curved perfectly around her face. Akira just wanted to smash her lips against the other girls.
However, Akechi did not attempt to kill her. Which was a shock. Akira thought for sure she was a goner. Akechi snarls again before she begins talking.
“Y-You… You think you can act like that on the battlefield and then just pretend like you aren’t doing anything? What the hell is wrong with you..?!” She snarls again, moving closer to Akira’s face.
“Akechi… what are you talking about?” Akira sputters, trying to pull away from her.
“You’re acting all smug and confident and… I cannot stand it. You’re like a completely different person out there… It’s not supposed to work on me… But I can’t… I can’t let it fester any longer…” With a shaky breath, Akechi hesitantly leans down, placing her lips up against Akira’s.
Akira’s heart stops for a moment, she thinks.
She’s too shocked from the kiss to move for a moment, but she shortly begins to kiss back. Akechi quickly begins to become more desperate, Akira can feel it in her kiss. The kiss becomes more and more messy the more impatient and excited Akechi becomes. Short and shaky breaths come between the kisses, and Akira whimpers a bit from how utterly exhilarating this feels.
Akechi pauses from the kiss for just a brief moment, possibly less than ten seconds, just to whisper.
”I hate you.”
Akira feels her lips press up against her own with even greater fervor this time, and Akira struggles against Akechi’s grip pinning her to the floor. She eventually gets the upper hand, and she hears Akechi gasp loudly when Akira rolls, moving Akechi beneath her in the process.
To her surprise, Akechi wraps her right leg around Akira’s waist, and Akira almost faints. This couldn’t be real, right? No way she was kissing the girl who tried to kill her.
Well, if it isn’t real, may enjoy every second. Right?
Akira puts her arms on the ground, pressing some of her weight against Akechi. Akechi smirks up at her, she knows exactly how to push Akira’s buttons. To get her going. She watches as Akechi puts a hand on her shoulder, gently rubbing back and forth. Her touch felt electric.
She leans down to Akechi’s neck, gently starting to bite and suck at the skin there. Akira feels her shiver from the biting, and Akira grins against her neck.
“You like that…? Don’t you… Don’t lie to me Akechi… I know you like that-“
Akira’s sentence is suddenly interrupted when the door to the safe room swings open. Akechi’s eyes widen and she immediately cranes her head back to see who opened the door. Akira similarly gets up a bit, looking at who opened the door.
“Senpai? Akechi-Senpai? Are you-“ Sumire stops dead in her tracks. She screams, and both Akechi and Akira flush a dark red in tandem.
Akira instantly moves away from Akechi, standing up. Her jacket is moved off her shoulder slightly, likely due to the kissing. Akira looks down, seeing a small bruise forming on Akechi’s neck. That makes her ears turn red.
Akechi stands up, similarly flushed. She’s doing everything in her power to look away from both Sumire and Akira.
“I-I’m so sorry! The door wasn’t locked and I didn’t mean to walk in and I’m so so sorry! I should’ve knocked at least I’m so sorry…!” Sumire frantically apologizes, her voice going up at least an octave. She’s bright red from what she just witnessed.
Akira takes a breath and shakes her head. “It’s alright… Don’t worry. We’ll meet up with you in a moment… Right Crow?”
Akechi suddenly finds interest in staring at the wall rather than anywhere else, and she silently nods her head. Akira can tell the gears are turning in her brain, she’s thinking about something. What that was exactly… Akira hoped it didn’t involve killing her after Sumire left.
Sumire nods, and practically sprints out the door. She probably had a million questions, and neither girl likely wanted to answer them. Akira sure as hell didn’t. How was she supposed to explain her fat crush on none other than Goro Akechi, resident murderer. Moreover, how was she supposed to explain kissing her in a safe room? Akira lets her shoulders fall, disappointed. She wanted to kiss Akechi for longer than they had.
Akechi moves out of the corner of her eye, finally pulling her attention away from the wall she was so interested in. Akira looks up, watching as Akechi slowly steps toward the door. She pulls it in toward her, the door ever so slightly creaking from the slow nature of the movement. She lifts her hand, very slowly locking it.
This can’t be happening.
“Let’s try that again, shall we Joker? No interruptions this time.”