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Red Velvet - Chapter 1 (part 1)

MasterList / Akane’s profile / Art by @aneenasevla

TIMELINE: this story begins after Cookies'n'Cream and at the same time as Devil's Food. If you haven't read those, I recommend you check them out. This is part 4 of an ongoing series.

Chapter 1 - Hopeless (part 1)

"Huh? Girl, what the hell!", Akane almost screamed into her phone, while talking with her old high school friend. "I was just joking around!"

Her face turned very red. That stupid comment she made on Instagram under a photo her friend had posted was still there and she wouldn't take it back, but hey, people were always saying stupid shit on social media, right?

Yes, the men in that photo caught her attention, and she really liked that hot tanned guy too, but there were at least seven or eight girls asking for his DMs, so as a second option, she turned her attention to the other two, who were as big as gorillas. Apparently the bald one was a famous MMA fighter and she was well aware of how utterly thirsty her friend was for that type of man, so she decided to look at the other one. Blonde, his hair clearly bleached, and a face so dumb-looking that she felt a little sorry for him. Of course, as a joke, she asked for his DMs...

She just didn't expect that her damn comment would be taken seriously.

"Well... that's the problem, Akane. He didn't take it as a joke," Tomori sighs on the other end of the line, sounding a little tired. "Rihito is a very literal guy. Especially when it comes to women. It's been four months and he won't fucking drop it..."

"For fuck's sake… Giiiiirl…," she rubs her face, exasperated. It was her lunch break, so she was eating at a nearby convenience store. "I even forgot about that dude's face, can you believe it? I already have too much on my plate. But is he really bothering you? Tell your pet gorilla to tell him to knock that shit off! Isn't he a badass fighter or something like that?"

"No chance, sis, he’s one of Naoh’s best friends. The most he can do is tell him to leave me alone while I'm in the middle of work. But as soon as I go to sit with them during lunch break, he resumes with his bullshit", She snorts, and Akane can imagine her rolling her eyes. He goes like 'What about your friend, Tomori? Has she made up her mind? Did you give her my number?', and so on. Seriously, I like him, but it's getting really annoying. That's why I decided to end this once and for all and tell you what's going on."

"Holy shit, that sucks", Akane sighs. "It's just that I... I just dumped an idiot, you know who... dipshit wanted something more serious and I really, really didn't, he's a bum and has nothing going on for him, you know... ?," She remembers the fight they had. "Sorry, I don't know if I want an encore for a while. You were lucky, but you know I'm not... and I really doubt that the blonde gorilla can handle a Gyaru..."

"Shit, girl…," Tomori says sympathetically. She remains silent for about two seconds before saying, more quietly, as if she had brought the phone closer to her mouth "Look, if you don't want to, just say so, and I'll tell him to drop it. But...," She hesitates a little. "I don't believe he wouldn't know how to deal with you. He... well, he's a pretty intense guy. Not to say batshit crazy. You had to hear about all the crazy things that Naoh and he were up to, it even involved the police..."

"Oh, hell no… didn’t you hear what I just said?!," She whimpers. "I don't want an idiot who has a history with the damn dogs, Tomori..."

"I know, relax. They've straightened up, I swear," She sighs. "What I'm trying to say is that your lifestyle wouldn't be a shock to this guy, because he's seen and experienced a lot of crazy shit that I can't even name properly, you know?"

"Damn…," she sighs again. In truth, she didn't want to say that it had been a few months since she had kicked her stupid, good-for-nothing fuck-buddy to the curb, but she was still too upset to start anything new... The problem was that she was already feeling the urge, and Papa Satan knew very well the type of woman she was. Hiro, her brother in arms on nights out, knew very well what she was like. "Okay, here's the thing... do you have his Instagram so I can check it out? I want to see if he can make me wanna take off my panties… but hey!," she almost shouts into the phone, as a warning. "I'm not doing this for him, didja hear me? It's only to make him leave you alone, and if you said he can handle me, I'll go all out. I won't hold back on the Gyaru gear. I want to see if he can handle the heat."

"He doesn't have an Instagram account, but I have some photos that I took with them over the months, and others that Naoh sent me. I'll send them to you. And I appreciate it, but seriously, you don't need to force yourself. If you don't want to, just say so, and I'll tell him to knock it off. Rihito is insistent as hell, but he also knows when to throw in the towel," She assures, her voice becoming a little more urgent.

"Wait, what kind of dumbass caveman-wannabe doesn’t have an Instagram account these days? And seriously, what kind of name is Rihito? That's either a really stupid name or a nom de guerre or something. If it's a nom de guerre, I understand, I even think it's cool..."

A straight man having a nom de guerre... that was news to her. But why "Rihito”? Why a name that literally meant “beyond human reason”?

"He says it's 'social media for sissies’. Yeah, I'll let you know that he's that kind of guy. And he's got a bit better over the last few months," Tomori grunts a little. "And Rihito is his nickname. Or his public identity, as he likes to say. He likes to act like he's a comic book superhero or something. It's cute and kinda ridiculous at the same time..."

"Fuckin' hell, woman, look what you got me into…," Akane lets out a grunt.

"Sorry! I swear I wouldn't even be bothering you if I weren't sick of this. I'm doing this more out of conscience, to make it clear to him that I at least tried, because again, you don't have to accept it," Tomori guarantees, her tone now softer. "I really didn't know about your situation with your fuck-buddy. We've been so out of touch lately, now I'm feeling guilty."

"Relax, honey, I’m also to blame. I've been busy at the beauty salon too. I've also been a little down and I'm not even going out with my friends from the Izakayas anymore. They're all kinda settling down too, since they're all in their late twenties or early thirties. They're becoming like the ladies whose hair I cut and dye in the most boring colors," she makes a theatrical sound of nausea. "Nothing against your hair color, Tomoh, but it's sorta like when you're making your cookies, y'know? Eventually you get tired of seeing them every day... speaking of which, I want a box of 'em. I'll pay you the next time we meet."

"I understand, Kane. I got sick of sweet stuff for a reason, after all," Tomori laughs a little. "And of course, I'll make you a pretty fancy box. I can even offer a discount, to compensate for the trouble... oh, shit, me talking like that makes it seem like going out with him would be fuckin' torture," She laughs more.

"I'm a warrior, my dear. You know about my battles and my scars'', which were almost metaphorical, of course. She prided herself on having very good skin, thank you very much. "I endured gaslighters and even stalker threats... what's a gorilla compared to that?"

She laughs loudly. "Yeah, I know all about your struggles, hahaha! And yes, he is a gorilla. A gorilla plush, in this case. He's pushy and very inconvenient, but a really nice guy once you get to know him better. He wouldn't be one of my boyfriend's best friends if that weren't the case," Akane could almost hear her smiling fondly.

"Hnf… I can only believe it when I see it, so send me those damn pics. Don't say anything to him yet, I don't promise anything either. If there's one that shows his pants, I want it too. Gotta check it out to see if it's worth it...," she laughs quietly. "My lunch break is almost over, so I'll see it later. Then I'll give you an answer, okay?"

"Okay, I'll send it as soon as I hang up. The first one will give you a good idea of the quality of this specimen. The four of them took it on a day when they decided to go fishing, so clothes were a bit unnecessary, haha. The others were on nights I went out with them, casual things... and...," She now hesitates a little. "Please, don't think that this is me trying to pressure you, but... send your answer as quickly as possible, please. If I have to hear one more "what about your friend, Tomori?", I'll be forced to commit murder, which will really harm my criminal record and probably cost me a relationship, haha."

"I'm an expert on this matter and I can say that you can claim self-defense in court!," she laughs loudly, snoring a little. "Okay, I got back to the salon and my boss is already glaring at me, so I'm going to hang up. Send those pics and I'll make my decision. A punch in your eye and a kiss on your check, honey! Bye!," She hangs up.

It doesn't take long for her to hear the sound of notifications coming in, indicating that Tomori had wasted no time and was already sending her the photos. The poor thing must have been really desperate to get rid of that Rihito guy. She takes advantage of the fact that she didn't have any clients at that time and opens the photos Tomori sent her, making a discredited pout. The Gorilla type was a kind of bodybuilder who worked out to get strong, on any and every body part that there was to work on, and they ended up looking like a Hulk wannabe. The Okubo guy, who her friend menaged to put in a leg lock, was that type of man, and with excellence. He was easily almost seven feet tall, which made her wonder, with some hilarity, how they managed to fuck without him having to contort himself like a pretzel. The second one in the right corner of the photo was the hot tanned guy who had made every single woman in their social circle wet their panties. He wasn't a mountain of muscles like Tomori's boyfriend, but he had his own defined biceps, triceps, chest and abdomen to show off, accompanied by a tanned skin that would make most of her Gyaru friends jealous. The third, on the far left, was the smallest of the four, and despite appearing to be pretty fit, he was nowhere near as large as his fishing companions. His straight black hair, his affable expression and his fox-like eyes gave him a somewhat intellectual air; most likely the brains of that group. And the last one, right next to Okubo…

"Gorilla" was certainly an appropriate definition. He was huge. Really huge, with a broad chest where you could bury your face in and stay there until you suffocated, and if you tried to escape, the absurdly muscular arms wouldn't allow it. His six-pack would give Tomori's boyfriend's a run for its money. His face at first glance wasn't anything special (the tanned guy was by far the most handsome of the group, there wasn't any doubt), but his eyes were big, green and very expressive. They showed a somewhat smug happiness as he lifted the huge fish by the fishing line, which seemed to weigh nothing to him.

"Hnmm…," she licks a little of the lollipop she had bought to accompany the tedious afternoon that would be the second half of her working day. She zooms in on the photo, wanting to see a specific part better…

And those stupid baggy swimming trunks didn't show much. Damn it. Normally she was good at figuring these things out. But it seemed proportionate, which left her giving it the benefit of doubt. Yeah... he seemed like her type. He could even become a nice fuck-buddy... she checked the other photos. They didn't have much focus, but they confirmed that she needed to see it in person to know... he had a nice ass too; apparently someone also worked well on that. She looked at a photo with another guy with wavy black hair, and she got a little interested, but she looked away as soon as she saw him sitting with his arm around the shoulders of another friend of hers. Oh, so Kanami the Butch got herself a boyfriend too? Attagirl! And a hot one too… she nodded in approval. Okay, back to the blonde guy.

After a thorough analysis, she shrugged. Yes, he was her type, in addition to having a nice body. He also seemed kinda cute and practically had “idiot” written all over his face. Just the way she liked it. She starts to tip a response.

Panther:

Verdict: he'll do

hey wolfie, tell this guy I wanna test him

but if he complains about my style, I'll kick him to the fuckin curb

also, you said rihito isn't his real name, right?

what's this specimen called?

Wolfie:

you're completely within your rights, panther!

but I don't believe he'll do that, he likes women who aren't afraid to show their bodies

naoh almost punched him once when he caught him looking at my legs lmao

and his name's ichiro

nakata ichiro

but he prefers the nickname

again, superhero with a secret identity

kinda cringe xD

Panther:

I told ya, if it's a nom de guerre, I'm cool with it

I have one after all

still, don't send him my number yet

from what I know about this guy, he'll probably keep sending me dick pics

no matter how much I wanna see it, it's still gross, c'mon

Wolfie:

I didn't give him your number for that very reason

he'd definitely call you a hundred times and send you some gross stuff

but he calmed down when I suggested he make an instagram account to talk to you

fragile masculinity, imma right?

Panther:

oh boy... I foresee some debates, and not the good kind...

sheesh, here comes a old hag for us to salvage

sort everything out for me and I'll give you a really nice trim as a thanks

what do you say?

afterall you now have a human king kong to impress

Wolfie:

girl, I love you so much!

I'm in!

and yes, he loves to run his hands through my hair, so it's good to keep it nice and smooth hahaha

they're coming back from their trip in a couple of days, so I'll give them the news

you can choose the best day for the date

Panther:

any weekend is fine

I have nothing scheduled, not even for the holidays, so it's up to you

just remember that it’s almost winter, so I wanna go somewhere warm, for god’s sake.

Wolfie:

leave it to me!

now I'm gonna let you do your thing

I know that's a lot of work hahaha

I'll send you a message when I sort everything out with him

I just have to let you know

I wasn't exaggerating when I said he's intense

he's the clingy type, and is kinda difficult to push him away

so, if you need to, put your foot down

he's a bit clueless but he understands what ‘no’ means

Panther:

sweetheart, you're talking to a professional

get a grip

and I'm in the mood for a physical dude

mama’s gonna eat good 🍑🍑

Wolfie:

LMAO

yeah, I know you

but I'm warning you for a reason

he's really strong

like, REALLY strong

so you better lay your boundaries from the beginning

cause if he grabs you, it will be difficult to get out of his hug lol

Panther:

bitch you're scaring me a little here

do you want me to fuck him or not?

"Tomori, I need help at table three...," Kanami's voice echoes from the counter, arriving in the kitchen and turning down the volume "There's a group of teenagers here and a young Gyaru here who eats like a freakin' pig... Sounds like my boyfriend, I swear…"

Tomori laughs loudly "Okay, Kanny, I'm gonna help you with Ohma's clone!," She calls over her shoulder before finishing typing her answer on the phone.

Wolfie:

go ahead, I said he's nice, and he is

it's just that I worry about how you'll feel, considering you just came out of a bad situationship

and he may not understand that at first

he's a nice guy but he's not the sharpest tool in the shed

Panther:

girl, don't rain on my parade

let me have a taste first

I'm a pro, I'll fold him like a napkin, trust me

now bye, go find something else to do

And her icon went offline.

Tomori sets her phone aside and gets up from the table with a sigh. Well, her part was already done. Rihito was going to owe her a big one. She worries for a few seconds, wondering if that was a good idea. But she didn't fear so much for her friend. She feared more for her boyfriend's friend. He had no idea who he was messing with... but perhaps an experience with the fierce predator that was Agata Akane was what that dumbass needed.

…

"Wait, really, babe?," Okubo blinks, while they were returning home, after he sent the other three idiots away and picked her up from work. "You really convinced your friend to go on a date with him?"

"I did. Even I'm finding it hard to believe that it worked!," She widens her eyes at him, an arm around his waist while he rests his on her shoulders. "Do you remember that post I made on Instagram, a few months ago, with that photo we took that Saturday? The five of us, after we left the market."

"Yeah, I remember. And I also remember what happened a few weeks later. Rihito spent fuckin' forever talking non-stop, and on the second weekend we beat his ass because we were fed up. I even left him limping, so he got the message, hahahaha! But yeah, he even said this chick's name, Akane. He kept bothering Himuro to look at her profile and everything. That was the last straw, dipshit refuses to make a profile and wants to invade her DMs with other people's accounts. Can you believe it?"

"That's so mean, Naoh, hahaha!," She laughs loudly, resting the side of her head on his chest. "But yeah, he deserved it. Akane thought that his beef with Instagram was stupid, but she overlooked the rest. Lucky him," She shakes her head. "I swear to you, love, I only did it because he wouldn't stop bothering me. Every single day! All I had to do was sit down to have lunch with you guys and he would start talking his ass off! I was almost beating him myself, sorry about that."

"No, relax. I was actually hoping that next time you would bring your baseball bat because I’m fed up too. But the hardest part will fall on your friend's shoulders, you know, he could do something stupid and she would run away from him like the devil runs from a cross."

"Oh, you don’t have to worry about that…," She smiled at him, and that smile was sharp, almost dangerous. "Akane isn’t the type to run away like that. It's the others who run away from her. Rihito is going to be in for a real surprise, trust me."

"Hnmmm...," he didn't seemed very convinced. "Look Tomori, I don't know... I've seen Rihito go after lots of women, in all shapes and sizes, and... it's kinda sad, actually. He really doesn't know how to behave around women. I mean, he was even worse than me, he only behaved a little when we were all together and...," his eyes widened, and his face lit up. "I have an idea! Tomoh, how about a double date?"

"Huh?," She blinks at him, her mouth opening in surprise. "A double date? Like, you, me and the two of them?"

"Yeah! This way I can hold the idiot back. I mean... with us together, he'll hold his tongue and he won't feel obligated to impress her, you know? Not to mention that if you need to, you can take her to the bathroom and have a chat, then you can give me a hint as to whether everything's going well or not. I... I feel like I owe him this one, y'know..."

"... Oh. You still feel indebted to him, don't you? For what he did after our disastrous first date...," That was now a distant memory that no longer affected her, so she could remember the humiliation of having to deal with a completely drunk Okubo in a public place without it upsetting her. "I understand. I think I would feel the same way. It was because of what he was willing to do that I concluded he was a nice guy after all."

"Yeah… so… do you think it'll work? And...," he pulls her closer to him, smiling mischievously. "I miss you, y'know... after we've both left, we can have some quality time for ourselves too. What do you say?"

She smiles sweetly at him, hugging him sideways, snuggling the side of her head against that broad chest that she loved to use as a pillow. "I was thinking the same. I miss you too... our last outings were to my parents' house, and there I can't cuddle with you the way I like, haha. So yes, it was a great idea!"

"See? From time to time I have some good ideas, I'm not that stupid…," he jokes, smiling at her.

"You're not stupid. You just have a simpler and more direct mentality, and a lot of good things can come out of that. Like now," She jokes too, taking his hand in hers and placing a small kiss on its back.

At that moment they arrive at his car. He opens the door for her, closes it when she gets in and walks around to get on the other side.

NEXT CHAPTER HERE

#heavybakery #fanfiction #brazilian artists #fanfic #kenganashura #kengan ashura #kengan omega #rihito #lihito

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yeoli · 6 months

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Takeru · Rihito · Hiromu The 6th Summer #CHOOMchallenge

#ini #jpopgifs #jboysedit #jpopnetedit #maleidolsedit #goto takeru #takeru #ikezaki rihito #rihito #takatsuka hiromu #hiromu #plave #m:gifs #gifs:ini #i didn't expect my jpop & virtual idol world to collide omg!!

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hisakagi · 8 months

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昔描いたイラスト祭り

#kimetsu no yaiba #illustration #イラスト #fanart #shinaguzawa genya #kengan ashura #Saw Paing Yoroizuka #kaolan wongsawat #ryo inaba #urita sukizo #raian kure #rihito

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mojinchiimanga · 4 months

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#museru kurai no ai wo ageru #choking on love #m: museru kurai no ai wo ageru #rihito #manga #mangacap #manga cap #shoujo #shoujo manga

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karolinevassalor · 2 years

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Its been a while from this chapter, but still give me chills. The very thought of defeat Agito was nearly impossible yet Gensai managed and everyone was in shock.

Sen reaction my fav xD

#kengan ashura #manga #kanoh agito #hanafusa hajime #hatsumi sen #lihito #rihito #kure raian #ohma #wakatsuki takeshi #sekibayashi jun #kaneda suekichi #himuro ryo #kuroki gensai #akoya seishu #nikaido ren #Yamashita

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karthedense · 1 year

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The mood of being a Kengan fan before ComicKey picked it up is reflexively spelling Lihito as Rihito and Kaolan as Gaolang

#kengan ashura #lihito #rihito #kaolan wongsawat #gaolang wongsawat

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xxwandering-wombmanxx · 7 months

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#kengan asura #kengan ashura #tokita ohma #lihito #rihito #manga #comic #panel #cap #my upload

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emeraldbabygirl · 1 month

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Lil spam of Hiroto and Rihito cause heehee 🫣

Bonus: HOW FINE THEY LOOK AWOOOGAAA I have no idea where this is at but the old man behind them looks like he’s judging them like chill grandpa lmao ugh Rihito one fine ass bitch

#ugh ugh ugh #RIHITO COME OVER AND BE MY BOYFRIEND 🥺#I WANNA MAKEOUT WITH HIM #ini #hiroto #rihito #ini hiroto #ini rihito #jpop

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healthiffy · 2 months

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#Kengan Omega #kengan ashura #rihito #kenganverse #red velvet #fanfiction #anime manga #anime and manga

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useless-bi-otch · 11 months

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Cookies'n Cream - Chapter 27

Last chapter / MasterList / art by @aneenasevla

Chapter 27 - Queens and Clowns

Note: This chapter contains scenes only suitable for 18+ audiences (A.K.A. smut). You’ve been warned

Now that he and Tomori were together and knew each other a lot better, Okubo wondered how he hadn't noticed the signs before.

They've always been there, right under his nose. She had warned him about them herself, and he had chosen to ignore it long enough to be vulnerable. And now, he was in that situation, trapped between a rock and a hard place because of a promise.

All because she, in addition to being cute and sweet, was calculating, slightly manipulative and fully aware of the effects she had on him. If he had noticed these signs sooner, he would have set boundaries from the start. But now it was too late, and he was...

"... Wrapped around her little finger."

"Being held by the balls."

“Lassoed and ridden like the bald bull you are."

"You're good at thinking of synonyms, but not at helping me think of a way out, aren't you, you bastards?!," Okubo grunts, taking an angry bite of his pizza slice while watching Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda being complete assholes to each other during the most violent Mario Kart competition he had ever watched in his entire life. "I'm serious , that girl put me behind the eight ball!"

"Sorry to say that, Okubo, but you're the one who got yourself into this," Kaneda comments, ignoring the curse Rihito shouted in his ear when he throw him off the track with a red shell. "You shouldn’t have agreed to go out with her when you had a bruise too obvious to go unnoticed."

"Or you should've lied and said that it was one of us who did that to you during a sparring session- Rihito, you son of a bitch!," Himuro yells when Rihito throws a banana peel in front of him on the track and makes him spin. Rihito laughs out loud.

"Suck on that banana, you man-whore! And yeah, man, you should've said that. It was a lie, but it was for the greater good, right?"

"I thought about doing that, but I couldn't!," He gestures frustrated. "I don't know what's with her eyes, but I'm totally incapable of lying when I look into them! It's a mix between Puss in Boots from Shrek and a human version of Hello Kitty with the softest, most good smelling boobs in the world! It was a lost battle from the start..."

"You couldn't even put your foot down? Like, saying you won't take her to see a Kengan match and that's it, no more whining?," Himuro asks, grinding his teeth while trying to pass by Rihito without being hit by the green shells that surrounded him. Okubo shakes his head, shoving the rest of the pizza into his mouth at once.

“I wanted to do that, but I just couldn't. She was naked at the time, just out of the shower, all wet and smelling good," He can't hold back, smiling when he remembers, still chewing. "With her asking like that, there's no grown man who can resist."

"Holy shit, dude… now I understand why you took so long to fuck her."

"What do you mean?"

"You knew that your brain cells were all stored in your balls and that she would empty them without thinking twice."

"Fuck you, Rihito!"

"Too late, I'm doing just fine! Yes!," Rihito raises the joy-con in the air in celebration as he manages to pass Kaneda on the last corner and cross the finish line first. Kaneda moans, throwing his head back, while Himuro throws a small tantrum and throws the other joy-con onto a cushion. Good thing, because Okubo would beat his ass if he broke even one piece of his Nintendo Switch. "Gentlemen, I'm fuckin' unbeatable!"

"No way, this is just the first championship you've won tonight," Himuro snorts with a frown. "You were ahead of Kaneda by a measly four points."

"Which I intend to keep in the future. Now, go eat a pizza slice with Egghead, I have a lil' fucker to beat," Rihito dismisses him with hand gestures, to which Himuro gives him the middle finger before leaving the joy-con aside and walking away, sulking.

"Asshole... get his ass for me, Kaneda."

"Haha, I'll do my best. Anyway, Okubo...," Kaneda turned to Okubo while Rihito adjusted the game's settings. "Now that you promised her, there's no going back. Breaking the promise could be worse for you."

"I know…," Okubo scratches the back of his head, tired. "I wouldn't do that to her anyway. She's been honest with me, the least I can do is reciprocate."

"Yeah, but at what cost?," Himuro says while grabbing a pizza slice inside the box on the kitchen counter. "We already talked about the risks, remember?"

"I do...

"And you're still going to go ahead with that idea?"

"It's not because I want to, Himuro," He retorts angrily. "Don't you guys understand? She didn't give me a choice. It almost looks like an ultimatum," He sighs. "If I keep more things from her, she'll think I'm not being honest enough and conclude that it's not worth investing in our relationship. It's that thing about giving too much and getting too little in return... and I want to give as much as I get."

"Holy shit, that came out so wrong, hahaha!"

"Shut up, Rihito, I'm serious!"

"Okay, okay, you want to be serious, right? So let's be serious," Rihito forces himself to stop laughing, looking seriously at him while Kaneda chooses a cup. "You don't want her to know about the Kengan Association because it might be risky for her or is there more to it?"

Okubo immediately gets uncomfortable. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't know, you're focusing too much on something that can be easily solved," Rihito shrugs. "If your concern is with her safety, that's fine. She'll have you and us, if you're the one fighting, to protect her."

"Wow... would y'all really do that?"

"Of course. We like her too," Kaneda guarantees with a nod. "Not just because she's your girlfriend who isn't quite your girlfriend."

"Yeah. She's just a nice girl," Himuro shrugs.

"Yep! She's crazy and a little sarcastic and judgemental, but still cute," Rihito agrees. Okubo sniffs a little.

“Gee, guys… you really-”

"Not to mention that if I play bodyguard, she'll owe me one! Then I can ask for her friend's number as a payment without feeling guilty about it."

"Holy shit, you're the most self-serving jerks I've ever met in my entire fucking life," Okubo runs a hand over his face, grunting. "Okay, I'm glad you guys want to do this for her too. But continue your reasoning, Rihito."

"Alright," Rihito and Kaneda turned their attention to the match again, but the former kept talking. "If that was your only concern, you'd already know that it is very easy to solve. But there's more to it, right? Because when you mix Miss Uta and you, there's always something more. I've got your number..."

"Unf. Aren't you an observant motherfucker..."

"You're just that obvious, bro."

"Indeed," Kaneda and Himuro nod together, and Okubo glares at them indignantly.

"And you still agree with him! Ugh... okay, it's not just that," He finally admits. "It also has to do with moral issues."

"Moral issues?"

"Yeah, like... you're aware of how she's an avid martial arts fan, right? She's always watching the fights in the major leagues, even the lesser known ones," He takes another pizza slice from the box, eating it with a frown. "Only all those leagues are public, safe and full of rules. I don't know what she'd think of an underground league, let alone one like the one the Kengan Association maintains..."

"Look, I think she already guessed that you're involved with underground fighting, considering how you kept hammering this 'backstage league' thing," Himuro forms quotation marks with his fingers, to which Okubo shakes his head.

“But she doesn't know the full extent of the whole thing. It's something much more serious than a bunch of alley jesters getting together to beat each other to a pulp without much safety involved," He finishes chewing and swallowing, burping afterwards and continuing, "Rock bottom always has a basement. And I... I don't know, I'm worried that she might think this is wrong."

"But that's the thing, man… from a legal point of view, it's wrong ," Himuro arches an eyebrow, to which he snorts.

"Wrong to the point that she thinks our relationship isn't worth the effort! That she doesn't want anything to do with a guy who gets involved with that stuff. And the whole thing is very violent, much more than what she's used to seeing on television..."

"Oh... you're thinking she's one of those purist fans then... Damn it!," Rihito curses when a blue shell hits him, allowing Kaneda to pass him. "There'll be payback, mark my words!"

"I'm going to leave my change purse ready, haha ," Kaneda jokes.

“Either that or she became more adept at the concepts of right and wrong after she got over her delinquent phase,” Okubo muses, and Himuro frowns at him.

"Delinquent phase? What, just because of that tattoo?"

"No, she was absolutely deranged during her teens, according to herself. She almost got expelled from school once," He says, eyes wide; the fact still amazed him a little. Rihito lets out a mocking laugh.

"Give me a break! The tattoo thing I can believe in, but this?"

"If you're doubting it, ask her the next time you see each other. Anyway...," Okubo shakes his head. "She doesn't deny her past, but today she tries to distance herself from it. And if she concludes that I'm not following the same path, that the Kengan Association goes against the kind of life she's been trying to maintain... ugh, I don't know," He scratches his whole face with his hands, eyes squeezed shut. "I just don't want her to give up on us because of this!"

"Does that make you rethink your participation in the Kengan matches as a whole?," Kaneda asks, and Okubo needs to think a bit before answering.

"No… I mean, I'm just like you guys, I enjoy fighting without all the rules of the public leagues. Ultimate Fight has hardly offered me more challenges, I'm already at a much higher level-"

"If your ego inflates more, it'll replace your car's airbags."

"And the Kengan Association provides me with that," He continues, ignoring Rihito's comment. "I don't care about the businessmen's shenanigans, as long as I can fight strong guys. It's the same with you. I'm just worried that she won't accept it..."

There is a brief moment of silence while Himuro thinks and Kaneda and Rihito slaughter each other on screen. Himuro then asks the question he honestly didn't want any of them to ask.

"If she doesn't accept it, will you consider this a thing that's doomed to fail? If neither you nor she are willing to compromise..."

Okubo sighs heavily.

"I don't know, man. I don't want it at all. But if things get to that point..."

"If it gets to that point and you see that you are at an impasse, it means that she's not the right girl for you. It's that simple," Kaneda says. "And there's nothing wrong with that. Sometimes people just don't work together and it's no one's fault but circumstances'."

"I know. But it's been a while since I wanted something to work so much in my life," Okubo admits, a little embarrassed, but unable to contain himself. "You can say I sound like a sappy fagot and shit, but I don't think I'll find anyone like her anytime soon. And I don't want to. I just didn't want to have to give up one thing to have the other. It's so fucking unfair"!

"Maybe you don't have to!," Rihito says, leaning to the side when making a sharp turn. "If she really was that deranged like you're saying, maybe she won't think it's that wrong. Who knows, maybe she even likes it," He suddenly gives a mischievous laugh. "Maybe she'll get all excited with your performance in a match and wants to try some moves with you on the mattress, hehehe..."

"Rihito, what are you saying..."

“No, Iron Fingers might be right. This is an outright muscle eater we're talking about," Himuro says to Kaneda. "Like, I don't think she would like to see Okubo killing someone in the middle of a match-"

"I don't even intend to! I almost killed my first opponent in Ultimate Fight and I'm traumatized to this day...," Okubo shivers. Himuro nods.

"See? She wouldn't like it, but a fair, violent, bloody fight is something else. Some girls really get turned on with this stuff. If that's Miss Uta's case..."

Okubo blinks. And then he opens a huge stupid smile, even blushing a little.

"Jeez, gigolo, you really think so? Because man, if I win a Kengan match and it gets my Tomoh all horny for me, I'll be more than happy to crush other people's faces!"

"Fucking simp!"

"Fuck off, Rihito," He snorts while Himuro and Kaneda laugh. "The day you feel the softness of the right titties, I'm the one who's going to be laughing."

"Look, I don't know if they were the right ones, but I sure felt the softness of several titties a few days ago," Rihito opens the very same stupid smile. "There's no best way to celebrate Komada's first victory in months, dammit. .."

"Oh yeah, you went to celebrate at Ms. Rino's club on the same day as Okubo's Kengan match," Kaneda comments, and Rihito nods, his chest puffed out.

"We sure as hell did! The girls were so sweet with us. First time I went to celebrate with Komada and Ivan too, since my official brothel bro gave up on that life," He mutters in a sullen tone, to which Okubo smiles in the corner.

“Sorry for that, man. I liked the Golden Pleasure Club as much as you, but I wouldn't trade what I have now for anything."

"I know, bro. 'We're happy for you, you know that," Rihito nods. "And it's because we know how important this is to you that we're telling you not to expect the worst. Your chick is a martial arts lover. She's the type who knows that, sometimes, men only understand each other through violence," He laughs. "Just tell it like it is. If she knows you like she says she does, she won't be on your case."

Okubo smiles wider, his chest lightening considerably. He scratches the back of his head.

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks..."

"Yeah, you're so right I'm almost wondering if you're really Rihito," Himuro arches an eyebrow, to which Kaneda chuckles.

"Don't they say that even a broken clock is right twice a day? Well…"

"Why don't you go screw yourselves? Fuckin' bastards," Rihito grumbles, ignoring the laughter of the others. "You shouldn't even be surprised, I've been on a winning streak like no other lately. It's one win after the other!"

"You say that, but you're still behind me on that last lap..."

"Not for long. Go boomerang!," He screams, and laughs loudly when said boomerang hits Yoshi right in front of him. Kaneda lets out an indignant exclamation.

"Aaah! I could accept it if it was a shell, but a boomerang? It's too humiliating!"

"People do what they can with what they have, man! Hell yeah!," He celebrates when he crosses the finish line in first place, even getting up from the mat to do a little victory dance. "Another glorious victory for me, dammit! The other pizza is all mine!"

"Shit…," Himuro grunts, rolling his eyes while Kaneda scratches his headr tiredly. "Now we're going to have to put up with this bullshit… can I go smoke on your balcony, Okubo? I'll close the glass door so the smoke doesn't get in, I just need to put nicotine into my system to withstand this..."

“Sure, man, go kill your heartache with some cancerogenous smoke,” Okubo jokes as Rihito does a victory dance in the middle of the room. Kaneda sighs and puts down the joy-con as Himuro marches to the apartment's balcony, looking pissed, ignoring Rihito's mocking laughter as best he can.

"Who said Superman's winning streak would be short-lived, huh? I'm kicking some major ass!"

"Yeah, just be careful not to fuck it up to the point of fucking your business," Okubo hands him another pizza box, still unopened. "Yamashita is sending you messages about your employees’ licenses issues. Better get that outta the way before it comes back to bite you in the ass, man."

Rihito moans loudly, throwing his head back.

"Damn, I hate these bureaucracies."

"It's annoying, but necessary, since you're a CEO as well as a fighter," Kaneda comments while turning off the Switch. "The sooner you deal with this, the better."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop by his office on Friday and sort this thing out, I promise," Rihito nods before turning to Okubo. "And you! You better solve this mess with Miss Uta sooner than later too. We can't wait for this soap opera to end and for us to reap the fruits of it."

"Bro, I swear to God, if you talk about her friend's phone number one more time...!"

"Nah, this time I'll be quiet. Unless, of course, you mention to her that we were the ones who pushed you in the right direction, and if she wants to thank us by being generous..."

Kaneda ends up laughing, and even Himuro, from the balcony, lets out a low, husky chuckle. Okubo just rolls his eyes, but he does so while trying to hold a smile back.

He was already kind of indebted to his friends for everything they had done to help him sort things out with Tomori, Rihito in particular. If everything worked out between them and she accepted this unconventional aspect of his life, why not bring the subject up? At least Rihito would stop pestering them like that. And he would pay off his debt.

"I hope your friend likes inconvenient idiots as much as you do, Tomoh..."

* * *

"So, what do you think?," Okubo asks while closing the door behind him, his tone a bit playful to disguise his shyness. "Is it as you imagined or did the typical masculine carelessness exceed your expectations?"

"What exceeded my expectations was the size. Holy crap...," Tomori comments, sounding impressed, as she walks around the living room of his apartment, even walking backwards so she can contemplate the place as a whole. "So this is how the luxury apartments in Tokyo's upscale area are from the inside!

"Eh, there are much more luxurious buildings around here, to be honest. For a guy who lives alone, this is enough," He decrees, hands on hips, to which she smiles a little mockingly at him.

"A guy who lives alone and has lotta cash in the bank, right?"

"Hey, I'm no saudi prince, but I deserve to have some luxuries with the money I earn working, right?," He shrugs, taking it in stride. "You could also have some if you let me spend a little on you..."

"Nah-ah-ah! You can stop right there," She raises the palm of her right hand to him like a traffic cop. "I'm getting enough luxuries just to be able to spend one night here with you. You sure there's no problem?"

"None! I cleaned the whole place to be worthy of your presence," He jokes, going to her and hugging her around the waist. "I even went to the market and stocked the fridge, all with your teachings in mind. We'll be able to watch Seki's fight in style!"

"Really? Such consideration!," She returns the hug, smiling at him. "Unless, of course, this is a very well thought out scheme to make me cook."

"Would you rather eat food made by me then? The guy who couldn't even get the shape of rice balls right before you showed him how?"

"I would help you! It would be a nice thing for us to do together."

"I'm up for it, but right now I'm thinking of something else for us to do together...," He bends down to reach her, exchanging a peck with her before going to kiss and nibble her neck, to which she laughs and shivers with the tickling.

"Wow, I really spoiled you, didn't I? Leave it for tonight, after Mr. Seki's match," She murmurs against his mouth, after giving him a longer kiss. "Then the gratuitous violence on television will have put me in the perfect mood."

"You're such a weirdo, Tomoh."

"Pot, meet kettle. I've got your number, mr. 'I-Get-Sad-And-Pouty-When-The-Woman-I-Like-Doesn't-Let-Me-Spend-Stacks-Of-Money-On-Her'."

"That just makes you even weirder," He smiles more, lifting her off the ground and making her scream. "And it makes me like you more and more..."

He kisses her again, and even though she starts slapping his shoulders, she doesn't protest in the slightest. On the contrary, she manages to encircle his waist with her legs, and Okubo concludes that it would be very easy to take her to the bedroom (or to the sofa, in case they concluded that the distance between the bedroom and the living room was too great) and get busy with her. The could leave the tour on the whole apartment for after they've satisfied themselves. They would have all day, after all.

It was so good to have fallen in love with a woman who seemed to have the same sex drive as him, or at least enough that neither of them ended up frustrated. Another of the many things they had in common, and he couldn't get enough of discovering more and more of them every time they were together.

It was what made him not want to believe what Kaneda had said a few days ago. That speech about her not being the right girl for him, in case their opinions regarding his participation in an association that promoted underground fights were very discordant. Where else would he find someone as amazing as her? Someone he was so in tune with? Where else would he find that warmth, that joy, that feeling that everything in the world was in the right place when he was with her?

He didn't want to give that up if he could help it. He wanted to get those doubts out of the way so he could commit to her, and not hide anything else. The opportunity had arisen when Sekibayashi Jun's next performance had been announced to be broadcast on a pay-per-view channel, and Okubo had offered his own television, with the combat channels already included in its premium subscription package, to Tomori, so that she herself would not have to pay.

"Is everything all right for you, Naoh?," She had asked, surprised and a little hesitant, after he had made the offer during their date a few days before. He had nodded with a laidback smile. "It won't be any trouble?"

"Of course not! Why would having you at my place would be trouble?"

"No, that's not it. It's just that... now I know that you get a little jealous of seeing me kissing up to other fighters, so I don't want to push your goodwill..."

She had looked embarrassed, and Okubo had felt bad for making her think he was the kind of possessive idiot who was jealous of even the celebrities his girlfriend admired. He reached across the table where they were both eating, in a small pub.

"You won't, I promise. I'd never ask you to put aside your love for martial arts because of my insecurities, Tomori. It's that dedication that makes you who you are, and I'll never want to change that."

She had smiled when he had touched her face, lifting her fingers to touch his hand as well.

"Great. Thank you..."

"And there's no reason for me to be jealous of that old man Sekibayashi, who's more like a grandpa on a national scale than anything else, haha!"

"He's not even ten years older than you, so your national grandpa status shouldn't be more than a decade away either."

"Hey, hey, how long are you going to make fun of my age? That says more about you than me, you old man lover!"

She had laughed out loud, holding his hand up to her face and turning her head to the side to plant a kiss in the palm.

"I'm not an old man lover! I only like one in particular..."

He would have kissed her right there if the place had been more suitable. And now that they were there, in his apartment, away from judgmental eyes and safe behind all those walls, he just couldn't and didn't want to stop.

If being completely honest with her had been easier and potentially less painful, he already would have been. He would have taken her to watch a Kengan match live, even. But the fear of losing all that was still too much, so he preferred to test the waters before being more open. A good start would be to give her a fun day, back at his apartment, which she's been wanting to visit for a while. Combining business with pleasure, that's what they called it.

“And if I can tame the beast with some sexy times, even better!”

The thought makes him deepen the kiss, whereupon she moans softly against his mouth and grips his shoulders through the top of his shirt.

"Hnnn... man, you really don't waste time..."

"I'm no broken clock to waste time. I like to get straight to the point, you know..."

"I know that well now. But I still want to see the rest of your apartment, you know."

"Oh, we can take a tour right now," He suggests, pulling his lips away from hers just enough to be able to speak. "Starting with my room…"

"Oooh, that's right. Your room," Her eyes suddenly narrow. "It's the place I'm most curious to see, to be honest."

He smiles, all mischievous. "Heh, I can imagine why. I assure you, my bed is almost as big as the one in that love hotel's room-"

“I still haven't got even for that day."

Okubo's smile dies a little, giving way to bewilderment.

"Even...?"

"Yup. Put me down, please," She asks, and he, even more confused, obliges. She marches into the hallway, as Okubo follows. What the hell was she...?

His question is answered when she reaches a door at the end of the hall. She turns to him, arching an eyebrow.

"Is this your room?"

"Uh… yes, it is," He nods, his brow furrowed. "Why? What are you...?"

And instead of answering, she simply reaches out and grabs the doorknob, turning it and opening the door. Okubo can only stare, speechless, as she looks over her shoulder at him, gives him a petulant look as if daring him to protest, and enters the room without even asking permission.

Shit, he didn't know whether to be indignant or have a fit of laughter. He opts for a middle ground, chuckling softly as he rolls his eyes.

"Okay, I deserved that."

And he enters the room right behind her.

He watches her, from the doorway, walk around the room while inspecting everything with interest. He chuckles again when she places a hand over her chin, frowning.

"Disappointed?"

"Not at all. Your bed is really big, wow...," She comments, sitting on the huge mattress, and he smiles more.

"Now you can see why I want to get you there so badly. Just imagine how comfortable it is...," He pats one of the pillows, very pleased to demonstrate its softness. In general, his room was a bit plain, with the king size bed custom-made for him, the dressers flanking it, the closet and the bathroom with a huge bathtub that completed the suite. More personal things that denoted more of his personality and tastes were in his game and reading rooms, but banging her in those places wouldn't be nearly as comfortable as here. "And there's even a view of the city lights at night!"

He indicates the large window in the wall beside the bed, which gave them a view of the surrounding apartment complexes. Tomori smiles, lying on her side on the bed.

"Yeah, it must be very romantic..."

"That's because you haven't seen my lighting system yet! Check it out..."

He rushes to draw the curtains around the window, plunging the room into a soft gloom. And then he claps his hands twice, while throwing a mysterious smile at her.

"Open Sesame!"

Tomori lets out a sound that was a mix of laughter and excited gasp as soft lights come on behind the headboard and at strategic points on the ceiling, around the main source of light, giving the room a cozy atmosphere. She claps her hands as well as she sits back on the mattress.

"Beautiful! I'm going to love sleeping here tonight."

"Thank you, thank you very much," He gives a playful bow. "But you sure won't love it as much as I will!"

"We'll see about that... but look, Naoh, the correct phrase would be 'let there be light', right? ‘Open Sesame’ is for opening things, not turning on lights, haha.

"… If I say that what I wanted was to 'open your legs', will I be able to get away with being made fun of without sounding like a complete asshole?"

She laughs out loud, opening her arms to him.

"No, you won't. Now come here and kiss me before I change my mind and hit you."

And he goes, flushed but still as happy as he can be, climbing onto the bed and holding her close as he complies with her request with an excitement that has her giggling against his mouth. Soon they were lying on the bed, he propping himself up on his elbows so he wouldn't put too much weight on her, her hands touching his back over his shirt as her legs lifted, her feet brushing the sides of his hips.

“Hnnn… I kinda made a miscalculation,” she murmurs after they've both pulled back just enough to catch their breath. Okubo blinks.

"Miscalculation...?"

"Yeah. I should've explored the other rooms in your apartment before I decided to be petty and go into your room. I can see that we won't be able to get out of here anytime soon, haha..."

"And you think you won't have another opportunity to see everything?," He looks at her with a malicious smile. "Or to spend the night here more often?"

She smiles back, practically melting under him at those words.

"Now that I've heard it, I don't think so anymore."

And she then brings him for another kiss, already starting to try to take his shirt off by the hem. She loved to joke about how he was in a hurry, but he sure as hell wasn't the only one there who wasted no time...

He loved it when she didn't stall and showed ho much she wanted him. Promptly, Okubo removed the shirt she held by the hem, letting her help him, and promptly letting her caress his ego with her eyes. And her brown eyes, practically devouring him, made him feel like he was on fire.

"I really don't know how you can think you're ugly," She purrs, those avid eyes seeming to burn. "I think you're really hot, I always have…"

"I don't think men are hot, that must be why," he jokes back. "But you…," he kisses her neck, lifting her blouse.

She raises her arms to make his job easier, and soon, her breasts supported by her pale blue bra are visible to him in all their glory.

"I never get tired of hearing that, you know?," She murmurs, her tone desirous. "I used to get frustrated, thinking that you only thought I was cute. But now that I know you think I'm hot too... wow, that drives me crazy...," And she lifts her hips a little to rub herself between his legs, through the fabric of her skirt.

“Always and always,"” He pulls her bra over it this time, so as not to confuse where the clasp is, and he immediately buries his face between her breasts, purring contentedly with her softness, warmth, and scent. She giggled as she shivered at his breath on her skin.

"Your favorite pillow, right? Oooh...," She gasps softly with his kisses there in the middle. "Naoh..."

"More than that…," he laughs softly. "It’s closer to the heart of the one I love…"

The smile fades as her mouth opens in an O of astonishment, her brown eyes widening. He could see a very distinctive glow forming at the bottom of them, her cheeks staining with that shade of pink he loved.

"... Huh? Naoya, you...," She swallows hard, and when she speaks again; her voice seems almost choked. "It's- It's the first time you say that..."

He looks at her, big gray eyes peeking out between her breasts. "Hmm? Say what?"

"... You're really going to make me say it, aren't you?," She closes her mouth when her lower lip trembles a little. "It's the first time that you say you love me."

... Oh, fuck. Loudmouth was the perfect nickname for him, wasn't it?

He feels his face burning, his eyes widening, his stomach doing somersaults worthy of an acrobat. Holy shit, he had planned so much, rehearsed so many times in front of the mirror, had fantasized so much about the best ways to confess to her! But he had to blurt it out like that, on the spur of the moment!

“Well, there's nothing you can do about that now, dumbass! Just go with the flow and clear your doubts while you’re at it!"

"Oh..." he babbles, his face red. "Yeah… I said that. Do you like it?"

"… I do," She nods after hesitating, looking at him with an affection so intense it takes his breath away. "Because I feel the same way. I... I love you too, mountain. Uugh, you…!," She hides her face in her hands, as red as he is. "Making me act all sappy when I want to be naughty…!"

He blinks in astonishment, suddenly feeling all warm inside, smiling like an idiot, but not in a perverted way. It was almost as if his eyes had doubled in size, his breath hitching for a minute.

“Damn it, she loves me too!,” was all that ran through his head, like a wonderful movie that he would never get tired of replaying, over and over, until the idea sank in. He looks deep into her eyes, and in her flushed face, he sees no reason to doubt her words.

“She loves me too...”

Then his smile turns into something naughty. "And can't we be both? Here, I'll show you," he kisses her on the neck. "My beautiful, gorgeous, delicious brunette who fills me with hunger…!," and grunts against her skin between kisses. "Raaaawn!"

She squeals and laughs out loud, bucking all over beneath him, tears appearing in the corners of her eyes. He couldn't tell if they were from laughter, from happiness or both. All he knew was that she looked even more beautiful that way, damn it!

"Hahahaha! That's a low blohohohow...! My god...," She goes completely limp, throwing her head back, the smile seeming about to tear her face. "I'm so happy, I want you so much..."

"I want you too...," He lifts her skirt, kissing down to arouse her, and massaging her legs in the process, even kissing the inside of one of them to make her shiver with the proximity. And he succeeds, making her shudder all over as she bites her bottom lip.

"Hnnn… you really like kissing me there, don't you? Ever since that time at the love hotel..."

"A fruit like that is something I'll always want to eat," he surprises her by going straight to the middle of her legs, over her panties, biting the fabric. She arches her back into the bed, letting out a loud sound of astonishment and pleasure as she wraps her legs around his head automatically, making his face practically rub against it. Holy shit, that was a leg lock capable of knocking any motherfucker down, no matter how big he was!

"Aaaah...! Yeah, right there...," She support her hands on his head, her nails passing through his scalp, scratching lightly. He only gets a little space to run a finger and push aside her panties and kiss her, right there in the middle. And he opens her lips with his tongue to reach a very important part.

Her moan echoes in the room, her legs opening wider and letting him breathe as well as giving him more room to work. He sees her lift her head, staring at him from between her breasts rising and falling with her breath, her eyes almost black.

"Yes, I love your tongue, I love you, I- oooh, yes, yes...!," She closes her teary eyes tightly with his licks. If he wanted romance amongst the naughtiness, that's what he was going to get. He smiles and kisses her more languidly, loving the sounds she was making, squeezing her buttocks in his hands, lifting her a little higher to explore new areas.

Her toes twitch as she bites her mouth, hands cupping her breasts, her fingers playing with her own nipples. She thanked every deity that might exist that he learned so quickly, that tongue was devilish in every sense of the word. But the damn panties getting in the way were so annoying... she reaches out to cup his face, making him stop.

"Naoh, I wanna try something…"

He stops, looking at her and licking his lips. "What?"

She pulls away just enough so that she can take off her panties, dropping them on the bedroom floor. And then she pats the mattress with her hand, right beside her.

"Lie down for me, please…"

Okubo complies, smirking, curious as to what she's going to do. She notices that he was already quite excited under his pants. If he was like this with just tasting her… She really hoped he was only going to get even more excited about what she was going to do from then on. She smiles, climbing on top of him and kissing him, tasting herself on his tongue before stopping. And then she climbs higher, lifting her hips, until she's right on top of his face, her legs straddled and braced on either side of his head, her breathing faster with the urge.

“Wow, I've always wanted to try this… wanna try it too?"

He smiles. "Wow, if you always wanted to, then it's my dream," he pulls her to literally sit on his face, and sighs. "Nnnnh, thanks, ahahhah," and he laughs before kissing her again.

She can barely laugh along, already moaning with satisfaction and bracing her hands on the headboard for support, moving her hips back and forth slowly, following the path of his tongue.

"Hnnnn, you're- you're welcome... ooh, yeah, you're doing so great... I taught you well, didn't I? Hnnnn...!"

"Being hot is your natural talent…," he says while savoring, supporting her buttocks with his arms so that she can move more comfortably. And she gladly does, squirming in his face and loving it, shivering and throwing her head back every time his tongue goes over her clit, moaning loudly because she knew how much he loved to hear it.

"Oooh...! Naoh, this feels so good... I-I'm almost there, don't stop...!"

And he wouldn't be crazy to do that. He even sucked at her noisily, massaging her legs even more, taking a lick to catch her honey, and punishing her clit with his tongue.

The "punishment" proves too much for her, and soon he's tasting her, pure and concentrated, on his tongue, accompanied by those familiar pulsations and her moan that was almost a scream, filling his ears like erotic music.

"AaaAAAAH! Naoooh...," She bends forward, her legs shaking on either side of his head. "My- My god, you're too good for me, hnnnn..."

This softened his ego so much that if someone made a roast beef out of him right now, it would be the juiciest of dishes. He gave her one last kiss before making her come down and sit on his lap so he could appreciate her face, her messy hair, her rosy cheeks, her shuddering breath. She finds his semi-smug face.

"I'm just what you deserve me to be, Tomoh..."

She even shudders at the husky tone of his voice, as well as the place where she was sitting. The bulge brushing between her sensitive parts…she shivers all over as she bends down to kiss him, not caring that his mouth was all sticky.

"Hnnn... oh yeah? So you deserve me to be very good to you too..."

And she bends down to kiss and lick his broad chest, as he had done to her. He laughs a little, feeling a little ticklish, but still lets her kiss him, holding onto her waist, biting his lip as he feels her sway on top of him. He wanted to remove the rest of her clothes, but he let her play with him a little more. Things shouldn't be rushed, not when he wanted to enjoy every second.

Soon her hands were on the waistband of his pants, and apparently she didn't have much patience for teasing that day, because she was soon opening the button and unzipping his pants, licking her lips as she did so.

“Hnnn… you got that way just from licking me?," She asks hoarsely, getting rid of his pants and holding his cock by the base.

"And seeing you, smelling you… I have to control myself, you know? Hnm," he sighs when she holds him and starts massaging him. "And now, with you touching me, there's no other way I can be…"

"I can see that... what if I do this?," She looks at him as she licks the tip, circling it with her tongue before closing her lips around it and sucking. "Hnnn…"

He trembles, biting his lip and hissing. "I think… oh… I don’t think I need to answer, right…? Ooh…," he holds her hair, in a ponytail on top of her head, so as not to disturb either her job or the view. She responds by lowering her mouth further, circling it with her tongue and then moving up while applying pressure. And from there she said nothing more, letting her actions speak for herself, eyes closed as she moved her head up and down, her mouth making smacking sounds. Her enjoying doing it so much was something he was never going to get tired of, holy shit.

"Tomori... hmmmm…," he murmurs. "Ooh… and you still talk about me… oohh… I'm loving this… hmmm… yeah, babe, just like that, oohm…"

She looks at him, not stopping what she was doing, but changing tactics a little by releasing him and closing her mouth around his cock, goingo up and down while holding him with one hand, the other resting on his thigh. That mischievous face, those eyes staring shamelessly into his... how could he ever think she was the epitome of innocence?

He had never been so happy to be wrong. Wolf in sheep's clothing, indeed. And what a wolf!

"Hnnn… I really do," She murmurs after releasing him to breathe. "Because I know you're as naughty as I am," And she keeps going back and forth with her tongue, from base to tip. He doesn't deny it, because it was the purest truth, and because that hot pressure rising prevented him from being very coherent.

"Uuhh… hnmmm… Tomoh… oh," he trembles. "I'm… hmm… I'm almost…"

She retraces all the way to the tip at that, closing her mouth around him again and sucking hard, massaging what she couldn't quite swallow with her fingers, her tongue punishing the slit, as he had done to her. He loved it when she got vindictive like that, damn it!

"Hmmm! Oohh… Tomo-ohhh!," he arches his back at his climax, trembling at the base, and upon feeling that he's locked, she quickly feels him spurt into her mouth, hot and plentiful. She sucked some more to clean it all up, enjoying his dazed face. She then lets go of him, taking a deep breath and licking her lips before going up, kissing his body all the way until she reaches his mouth, which she kisses even harder.

"Hnnn, I love the way you taste..."

He doesn't respond right away this time, just reciprocating, hugging her tightly, massaging her back, hips and buttocks happily, and then letting go of her mouth.

"Hnn... I can't find anything I don't love about you, Tomori."

She smiles, and this time, it was a tender, cheerful, adorable smile like only the ones she knew how to give. She gives him a peck and hugs him back, her head snuggled into his shoulder.

"If you think about it a little bit, you should find something, but I won't ask you to do that. Right now I can't think of anything I don't love about you too..."

He smiles, stroking her hair. It was so soft… he even closed his eyes in satisfaction, stretching out on the bed. He could feel himself light-headed, carefree…

"Naoh...," She calls out suddenly, her voice low, hesitant. "Did you… did you mean it when you said that earlier? It... wasn't it on the spur of the moment?"

"Hm?," he looks at her. "I decided to be honest with you, didn't I? So, yeah, I'm serious...," He didn't want to say how much he wasn't willing to let go of her at any moment; he still feared that it could be used against him, somehow. He loved her and that was undeniable, but holy shit, if that story about true love not making you blind wasn't true. She curls up in his arms, sighing.

“It's just that sometimes it feels too good to be true, you know. I don't know if you feel the same or if it's just me..."

"I have no idea how to compare it, Tomoh…," he sighs. "But I just know that I really care and I'm willing to prove it."

"… Then say it again," She asks, swallowing a little. "Please. Now that our heads are a little clearer..."

She sounded fragile, for some reason. As if she was afraid of something and wanted to be reassured, comforted…he didn't know what had caused it, or if for some reason she had trouble believing it. But if that was a trap...

“Is that what you expect from the woman you swear you love? Maybe you don't love her that much then. And you keeps accusing her of always jumping to the worst conclusions.”

Guilt makes him cringe too. And it's the desire to prove to his conscience how wrong it was that impels him to say what she wanted to hear, and honestly, what he's wanted to say for so long.

"I love you, Tomori," he smiles, and speaks a little louder. "I love you, Shortie."

She lets out a loud, pig-like snort and quickly covers her mouth to stifle her ridiculous laughter. He, on the other hand, laughs out loud without trying to hide it.

"What the fuck was that noise?!

"Shut- Shut up, leave me alone! You're the one who started with this 'shortie' thing..."

"Which is what you are!"

“Anyone is short next to you, you freakin' Ent..."

"If you knew half of my social circle, you wouldn't say that. Now it's your turn!"

"Me? Oooh, now I don't want to..."

"No, now I want to hear it from you too, Piglet!"

She slaps his chest, trying to look angry and failing. There's a brief moment of silence before she looks up at him, her cheeks flushed, a smile lifting the corners of her lips.

"I love you too, Naoya."

He kisses her, as if to reward her, but also tickles her just as a joke, trapping her. It works, considering how she giggles against his lips and squirms, trying to escape his arms but soon giving up.

"Uugh, you take advantage of me just because I'm a 'shortie'…," She whimpers after returning the kiss. "I'm glad I found ways to knock you down, haha."

"I want you to knock me down, that's why I tease you," He smiles mischievously. "How are you going to do it now?"

Her lids droop, her brown eyes darkening again. She lifts her head enough to brush her lips against his neck, tracing his Adam's apple with her tongue and slowly sucking the skin there as she wraps her legs around his waist.

"I'll do it with words," She murmurs in a hoarse tone. "Let me ride you like a bull, c'mon."

"Ooohh," he smiles at her, after shivering with her words. "So you want me to be your bull… hehe, I like that…," he holds her breasts. "But only if you let me move like one and give you trouble."

"Even better. I'm going to love to tame this bull," She bites her lower lip with his hands on her breasts, giving him a quick peck "Do you have a condom? I brought one in my purse, but it's in the living room and I'm too lazy to get out of bed and go get it, hahaha."

"Yeah, I do," he reaches out to get his pants, and from there he removes his wallet, handing it to her. "Right here!"

"Thank you very much. Now if you excuse me...," She kisses him, and with her hands on his shoulders, she encourages him to lie down again. She goes back to holding his cock by the base, stroking it with her hand in that up and down movement that made him a little dizzy. She even went back to licking and kissing the tip to make it easier, dammit... he couldn't stay put in bed after that. Or, just that specific part. The rest lay flat, while another grew larger.

"Ohh… I really can't get enough of this, Tomoh."

"I know, that's why I can't either," She gives him a wink before covering him up and getting up, positioning herself on top of him and biting her bottom lip as she made him brush against her, threatening to fit and not doing so, just to tease him. "Are you enjoying the view?"

"Yeah... it's the best view," he smiles, keeping his hands away from her, but placing them under the torso, his eyes narrowing with the near-contact. "I love when you tease me, I can't get enough…"

She lifts her hips just enough to position herself, and then she moans softly as she sits back down, shuddering at the warm, luscious feel of him slowly entering her. "Ooh, I can't get enough of that either…!"

He hisses low at the contact, but doesn't hold her legs this time. He starts to move his hips with her on top of him. "Now… hmm… it's your turn to ride the bull, he's moving..."

She gasps when he thrusts deeper into her like that, hitting a spot that made her nearly lose her balance. She leans her hands on the headboard again, moaning and trying to keep up with the movements of his hips as she lowers and raises hers, squeezing herself in the process so it feels even better for him.

"Oooh... Let's- Let's see about that... hnnn, Naoh...!"

"Hnmmm… Tomoo ohh…," he groans, moving his hips with her. "Hmm… I can feel you taking me all the way in, oohhh…," He looked at her, his eyes seeming to devour her, while he hissed and gasped with her grips and thrusts.

“And you're going so deep, I love it so much…” She gasps, her expression a little dazed, and he watches her breasts bounce as she rides him hard, sweat trickling down her skin, her full and wavy hair disheveled, wild. Hell, what had he done to deserve such a wonderful view? He didn't know but he was loving it and he wanted her wild like that whenever she wanted to ride him.

"Ohhh… Tomori…," he bites his lip, moving his hips harder. "Hnmmmm… that's so fuckin' good… but… I want to see you…," and he takes a hand to the middle of her legs, rubbing her clit with his thumb. "I wanna see you coming for me…"

"Aaaah! I- I will, I'm almost there, almost...! Na- NaooOOH!," And she collapses on top of him, shivering all over as she squeezed him hard in those rhythmic pulses, and it was so good that she was so much smaller than him, because it felt even better that way, holy shit...!

"Ooohhh… me- me too- hhnnNNNn!," he trembles as he collapses onto the mattress with her on top of him, instinctively holding her hips as he reaches his climax, panting heavily, even rolling his eyes back in delight. He hears, from somewhere in the distance, her breathless giggle. He feels her soft, warm, sweaty body lie over his, and soon, her lips are attacking his in a hungry kiss, her chest rising and falling quickly with his.

"Hnnn... there- there we go... a duly tamed bull..."

"Moooow!," he bellows playfully, laughing out loud along with her afterwards. She gives him one more kiss before lifting her hips, pulling him out of her, and pulling out the condom for him. And she even gives one more lick and a suck on the tip to emphasize, that miniature devil. He shudders and gasps, and she smirks at him.

"You clown... lucky for you that was so good..."

"You're invited to do it more often with me," he smiles, rolling over on the bed to face down. "Come on, let's see the bathroom and then we'll take a shower so we can watch Seki's match."

“If we fit in your bathtub together, I'm up for it. Carry me?," She asks, reaching her arms to him. "My legs are still wobbly, riding you demands a lot from me."

"Don't even ask twice," he picks her up and carries her, taking her to the bathroom. "hohoho, I'm carrying you like a princess! I love it."

"I'm the King of Combat's princess then?" I love it too," She giggles, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes, smiling satisfied. "I accept the title with all the honors that come with it. Being carried is one of them."

"No, no, princesses are too cute for what you really are," He laughs. "If I'm the King, then you have to be the Queen."

She flushed with happiness, even swinging her legs as she hugged him back.

“Okay, a Queen, then. Your queen…”

He had to stop himself from bouncing with happiness as he carried her into the bathroom. He still wanted to retain a shred of goddamn dignity!

* * *

"Damn, Naoh… your bathtub is a dream come true!," Tomori sighs while she and Okubo leave the bathroom, steam following them through the door left open. He smiles as he closes it behind him.

"Did you like it?"

"I loved it! It was like walking into a private bath house where no one makes a fuss about my tattoo,” She smiles at him over her shoulder, finishing wrapping herself in the fluffy towel. His expression becomes insinuating.

"And where we won't be kicked out if we decide to play in there a little. All pros and no cons," He approaches and bends down, moving her wet hair away to smell the nape of her neck, making her shiver. "You can bathe in it whenever you want."

"Hnnn… and what is the fee?"

"Your cookies, your kisses... and whatever else you want to give me," And he takes a bite on her warm and fragrant skin, making her shudder and laugh, moving away from him by slapping his hand.

"You're very easy to please, aren't you?"

"Yeah, that's how lucky you are! Almost as much as I am..."

"Stop it, you...," She laughs and gasps when he grabs her by the hips, pulling her to smell and kiss her neck. "That way we'll end up in an endless sex-bath cycle, again and again..".

“You say it like it's a bad thing."

"It's not, but I really don't want to lose Mr. Seki's match. C'mon, don't make that face," She asks when he frowns. "I already told you that you have no reason to be jealous..."

"What? ... Oh no, that's not it," He shakes his head after a few seconds of confusion. "I was just remembering something and I got thoughtful..."

"Can I know what it is or is this another one of your secrets?"

"No…," He scratches the back of his head, looking to the side in sudden embarrassment. "I can talk about it, but it's just… it's kinda ridiculous, to be honest."

"Look, I think we've already reached the intimacy stage where ridiculous situations are part of the package," She argues. "We've moved on from there. I promise I won't make fun of it... too much."

He rolls his eyes, trying not to smile too much when she laughs.

"I would be worried about you if you didn't make fun of it. Anyway...," He shakes his head. "Remember that time when I was trying to win you back after my fuck-up? With the gifts and everything..."

She raises her eyebrows a little, nodding slowly.

"Kinda hard to forget. First the chocolate box, then half a flower shop's stock..."

"And you liked it, you can stop with the exasperated tone," He snorts. "But anyway, the chocolate and the flowers… they weren't the first gifts I bought for you. There's another one... and you can use one of them if you like. They're comfortable..."

"Huh?," She blinks, momentarily confused. And then her eyes widen a little when she understands. "Wait, you – you bought me clothes?"

“Uh… yes?," It was supposed to come out as a statement, but it came out more like a question, given the slight nervousness.

"In plural?"

"Yeaaaah...?"

"Aah… oh, Naoh…," She blushes a bit, scratching an arm. "I… oh, damn, I don't want to sound ungrateful, I swear I'm happy about it, but… how much did they cost?"

He frowns, a little sullen.

“Hey, hey, you don't ask the price of a gift given from the heart."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I...," She ends up sighing. "Anyway, why didn't you give them to me before, in that case?"

"Well… I was going to, but the guys warned me that it might be… inappropriate," He gestures uncertainly. "Under the circumstances, at least."

She blinks again. And then her eyes widened even more, her checks blushing even harder, and this time it wasn't hard for Okubo to read her expression.

"It's not lingerie or anything like that!," he exclaims, alarmed, and she immediately relaxes, taking a deep breath in relief.

"Oooh, good… but what else would be considered inappropriate, in that case?," She asks, and it's his turn to blush. He wets his lips and turns to his closet.

"Yeah, I think you'd better see for yourself..."

He opens the door, allowing her a brief glimpse of the various shelves drawers, the hangers and the items of clothing they hold, the shoes, the baseball caps and various boxes containing sporting equipment before he closes the door behind him. He leaves about half a minute later, carrying a pile of T-shirts, looking a little mortified.

"Okay... first of all, promise you won't get mad at me?"

“I… I don't know if I can promise something like that, so I'll just promise I'll try,” She says after hesitating, to which he sighs.

"Fair enough... here, they're all the same size, so if they don't fit... oh no, the refund deadline has already expired, so it doesn't even matter," He sighs again, more dramatically, and Tomori just can't contain herself.

"Damn, now I'm more curious than worried! Let me see this..."

She picks up the top T-shirt from the pile and unfolds it. She is expressionless for about a second. Then her jaw drops.

"Oh, God..."

"Yeah…," he pouted. "I bought some shirts printed with my face from the store, because well, you're my fan, and I thought if I gave you some… but the guys said…," and he stopped, looking at her. "What's with that face, Tomoh?"

“… It's- It's just that I…,” She starts to say, not seeming to know how to continue. She turns the T-shirt over, checking the back of it and showing him his own face, in profile and smiling, stamped there in a scale of white and gray. She clenches her mouth, holding back a farting sound. "I… I kinda already have one of these, hahaha!"

"... Oh," he sighs. "Okay, I didn't see that coming. So does that mean you like it?"

"Of course!," She exclaims, clearly more relaxed, and that was a tremendous relief. "I mean, if you'd given me that back then, I would've found you very audacious," She admits, but without stopping smiling. "But now… damn, why I wouldn't like it? You gave me the entire collection!," She leaves the shirt aside and goes to inspect the others, excited. "Do you want me to wear one of them, then?"

"Well, they are kind of tailored for you, I think," he says, without much idea in his head. "I hope I got the size right and it's not too tight."

"Let me see…," She removes the towel, allowing him to have his favorite view for a few seconds before putting on one of the shirts. She opens her arms, smiling, showing his own face on her chest. "Yeah, it fits! How do I look?"

"Just like Donald Duck," he laughs. "Wearing a shirt and nothing else."

“Uh… aaah, you jerk!," She hides the middle of her legs with her hands, turning red again, while he bursts out laughing. "If I knew how to make a Donald Duck impression, I'd tell you everything you deserve to hear in his voice!"

"Hahahah, and who said I didn't like it?," Okubo smiles. "You look great in it. If it was up to me, you'd watch the match like this. It would make my job easier later..."

She puffs out her cheeks, still flushed.

"Pervert... I'll wear at least one pair of pajama shorts. Can you imagine me jumping up and down and screaming while my lady bits are ventilated? No, thanks!," She lets him have one more fit of laughter before continuing, smiling knowingly. "But you sure don't play around, huh. Wanting me to watch another one of my idols fight while wearing your face on my chest... they call it 'marking territory', right?"

"Oh, come on," he laughs again. "It's not like you're making a fool of yourself for wearing my face on your clothes… except if it was in front of an audience."

"I know I'm not. But I'd only wear it in front of an audience if you were also wearing something like that, so we can even it out," She jokes.

"Hmmm…," He has an idea. "I think I know exactly what I can do! Wait a minute," he walks into the closet and closes the door. About a minute later, he speaks from inside. "Ready, Tomoh?"

“I have no idea what for, but sure,” She nods, looking curiously at the door.

"Okay, there you go!," he walks out the door, and there he is, dressed from head to toe as a clown. "Ta-daaaa," he waves his gloved hands, smiling, joking around.

"Uh- Ooooh, my God!," She scratches like a crow, laughing and then pointing. "It's a Kuidaore Taro costume! I can't believe you have something like this, hahahaha!"

"Well, this is a new version, but yes, I do," he scratches the back of his neck. "I wore it in the last tournament I participated in, the guys even encouraged me… but nobody recognized me and that sucked," He sighs. "But it's fine, at least my number one fan recognized it and that's enough for me."

"How could I not recognize it? I baked a whole batch of cookies with his face the second time you visited the bakery, remember? Oh, my Gohohohod...," She bends over herself, still laughing. "All that's missing is the little drum and the drumsticks! Oooh man, I have to take a picture, wait!," And she runs out of the room, with her ass still out.

"Okay, now I'm feeling kinda weird watching you run with your ass out like a nutcase. I want to see more, but I'm dressed as a clown and it's distracting me from my cosplay! My God, that's so fucking perverted, ahahhahaha," He stifles a laugh.

"Dude, control yourself, you have to maintain the character! Come here, the lighting in the living room is better," She calls, and when he goes, she's wearing tiny silk shorts, her phone already in her hand. "Okay, can you concentrate better now?"

"Awwww…," he pouted, and in that costume, it looked like someone had hurt the clown's feelings. "Now I'm bummed, I wanted to keep this mental image of you being cute and sexy in my living room…"

"Naoya, look at the size of these pajama shorts! Only the complete set can be sexier than that," She slaps her own ass, laughing. "You'll see for yourself later. Come on, you don't want to appear in the photo with your 'circus tarp' all set up, do you? Hehehahaha!"

"Damn, that'd be one hell of a weird porn… but I'm not going to do that. Okay, if you're taking a pic, what pose should I do?"

"The classic 'playing drums' pose would be perfect, but I don't think you have the drum or the sticks... Oooh, I know, do a super sentai pose, it'll look funny!," She puts the phone horizontally. And relax, I won't" show it to anyone, it'll just be for me to keep as a souvenir. You look so cute, my God...!," she coos, and it didn't sound mocking. Hell, what had he done to deserve that woman?

He smiles. "Okay then, how about Ultraman's pose, like this?," he raises one arm and flexes the other, leaving his legs apart. "Then I'll open my best Kuidaore smile, just like this…," he smiles.

She laughs out loud and snaps the photo. And then another one hits. And other. And yet another, all of it non stop laughing, varying angles, herself seeming to strike poses in her excitement.

"That's perfect! Now flex your muscles... yes, just like that!," She was approving, and then she runs to him, hugging him from the side. "Wow, I can even see 'em through the costume! Lookin' gooood..."

"And it's all yours," He smiles. "Well, how about if I do this…?," He flexes his arms downwards, making them appear under the costume, and still looking smiling like an idiot, to Tomori's delight. "Yeah, now how about a-," He cuts himself off when he hears the doorbell ring "Oh".

She stops laughing, looking a little startled at the door.

"Oh, are- are you expecting someone? Who is that-"

"HEEEY, IS ANYBODY HOME?!," A thundering voice is heard from the other side of the door. "Is this where someone ordered a half margherita, half Florentine pizza, to match the owner's egg head?"

Tomori's eyes widen. "Rihito?"

"What the…!," he blinks. "I didn't invite him over…," He goes to the door and answers it. "Hey, Rihito, you could've told me you were coming, man!," He stops halfway to open the door when he sees Himuro and Kaneda. "Oh, you guys came too…," and he opens his mouth in astonishment when he notices the seven feet tall man right behind them. "Agito?!"

"Huh?," Tomori frowns, approaching to try to see behind Okubo's body. She could see Rihito, Himuro, Kaneda and... holy crap, who was that giant man right behind them?!

"Can you believe it, dude? Rihito ran into him when he was leaving Yamashita's office and…," Himuro was about to say, but he was interrupted as he looked him up and down, making a slightly perplexed expression. "What's with the costume?"

"And… Miss Uta? You're here?!," Kaneda widens his eyes when he notices Tomori, right behind Okubo. Rihito widens his eyes too, looking from her to the bald man, stopping to analyze the situation... and then making a face that was a mixture of horror and disgust.

"Holy shit, what the hell were you two doing in here?!"

The couple turns extremely red. An awkward silence falls over the group for a few moments. And that's when the huge man right behind the other three idiots, with slicked back dark hair, sunken eyes without eyebrows and wearing biker attire, finally speaks.

"Hnnn… is this what Narushima Koga calls 'bad timing'?"

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Red Velvet - Chapter 1 (part 2)

MasterList / Akane’s profile / Part 1 here Art by @aneenasevla

Chapter 1 - Hopeless (part 2)

“HELL FUCKING YEAH!”

"Cut that out, we're in the middle of the bakery, dumbass!," Himuro hisses between his teeth.

"Let 'em hear it, 'cause everyone here should know that I hit the jackpot!," Rihito raises his arms in the air, making Vs for Victory with his fingers, a gigantic smile making his face light up like a Christmas tree. "The tall trees will be brought down, the last will be the first, the early bird catches the worm, all that shit!"

"And you'll get all the cans of whoopass if you don't cut that shit out," Kanami says as she arrives to deliver an order to another table. "There are ladies here too."

Okubo makes a face at his friend. "Seriously, Rihito, she might kick you out if you don't pipe it down..."

"Oh shit... sorry, aunty!," He shrinks completely, his arms falling on either side of his torso, but the smile didn't disappear from his face even with the scolding he received. "But that won't happen, I'm one of the best paying customers at this establishment. I drop cash here all the time, man! And anyway, my seaweed-headed bro wouldn't let that happen. Right, Tokita? You won't let your girl kick me out like that, right?"

"Her name is Kanami, you idiot, not 'aunty'... and leave me out of this," Ohma says with his mouth full. "Everyone here pays for the service. Do we have to pay for your stupidity too?"

"Aunty is an affectionate term, you moron! And you could actually pay me something! A round of baked goods to congratulate me on my achievement!"

"I'm going to give you a round of kicks in the ass if you don't shut up," Himuro grumbles, placing a finger on his right ear and scratching it with a grimace, "Seriously, does the word "dignity" have any meaning to you, Rihito?"

"Besides, I wouldn't call it your achievement. It was Tomori who set this date up for you, wasn't it?," Kaneda asks, to which Tomori, sitting next to Okubo, shakes her head.

"Yes, but he still has an achievement, Kaneda. He achieved being the most annoying person on this table."

"Oh, come on! You were the one who should be the happiest for me, Tomori! Your friend will win a date with a good catch!," He points to himself with smugness. "Believe me, she will be thanking you on her knees very soon!"

"I only see this girl coming on her knees to Tomori if she’s going to beg to never have to put up with you again."

"Shut up, Himuro!"

"You're too noisy, Ichiro," Ohma says slowly. "You're bothering everyone."

"Dude, even Ohma is warning you, so you can see how fu...reaking annoying you're being, right?," Okubo held himself back from swearing.

"Dangit, man, I already told you to call me Rihito," He hisses irritably. "It's been almost five years, not even you can be such a blockhead. And okay, okay, I'll try to tone it down a tad. Anyway!," He smiles a lot at Tomori. "Do you have any pics of her to show me? You said she's seen some of mine, it's only fair that I check some of hers out too."

"Make an Instagram account and you'll be able to see as much as you want," Okubo says. "What do you have a phone for, idiot? She has an account there and everything."

"Have you become your chick’s spokesperson now, Buzz Lightyear? Let her speak for herself, dammit!"

"He actually saved me trouble, because I was going to say the same thing."

"Ugh, which part of "I don't want to waste time creating an account on a sissy social network where you only find pictures of food, kittens and motivational phrases for moody teens" didn't you understand?" He gestures, a little frustrated. "I'll make a stupid account only to never use it again!"

"Kanami made one for me," Ohma shows it on his phone screen, with the same unimpressed face as always. "It has Medeyami on it. And the cake that Koga and Ryuki made for her birthday…"

"Heh, are you going to call the seaweed head a fag now, Rihito?," Okubo gives a triumphant smile. "The Amazon hunter himself?"

"I won’t. It's known that men who enter into serious relationships with women become infected with the virus of faggotry by osmosis, so I'm not even surprised. The thing, Tokita, is that at the moment I'm interested in another type of cat, and also in another type of cake," He smiles cheekily while making gestures with his hands, as if he were squeezing some soft, invisible object, and this elicits annoyed grunts from the whole table.

"Damn, I won't give it fifteen minutes for this girl to slap the shit out of him," Himuro groans, to which Kaneda nods.

"I give it even less than that."

"Okay, Rihito, tone it waaay down," Tomori warns him, seriously. "Akane decided to give you a chance, but don't take it as a certain victory. You don't really know her..."

"I'll get to know her if you tell me more about her! Is she cute? Does she like big, good-looking guys? What did she say when she saw my pics? I work with details, woman!"

"Oh, someone liked Medey's photo," Ohma said softly, absorbed in his own world while checking his phone "A lot of people, actually... the cake deserves way more likes than that fuzzy thief..."

"Dude, if you post a pic of yourself it will be way more successful than that of the cat."

"For what?"

"Oh, uh… nevermind," Himuro laughs softly. "It’s not worth it, and it's not like you need it."

Ohma shrugs and continues looking at his phone. "Well, guess I'm gonna make another cake..."

Tomori was still arguing with Rihito.

"You can ask her all that stuff during the date. Or just do what we're suggesting and make an Instagram account..."

"I already said it’s not going to happen, so drop it," He snorts impatiently. "And I’m asking this now so I don’t fall into a trap! I trust you, Tomori, but I need to know if you set me up on a date with some sourpuss or-"

"Ugh, do you see what your problem is?!," Tomori finally seems to lose her temper, slamming her hands on the table, which makes Rihito jump, Okubo and Himuro widen their eyes and Kaneda choke on his juice. "I can see clearly why everyone always says you can't pick up women to save your life! You're acting like a giant dick, and for what?"

Rihito stares at her, perplexed. The table is silent, except for Kaneda's dry cough and the sound of Himuro's hand tapping on his back. Ohma looks at the commotion, one eyebrow raised, watching as he takes a sip of his favorite milkshake, seeming to expect something. Rihito then shrugs his shoulders a little.

"A giant dick? Shit, that was uncalled for..."

Some customers even started looking upset at their table, bothered by the noise. Kanami gives Hiro a meaningful look and the two nod with mutual understanding.

"Okay, that's enough. Give me that," Kanami had approached them and reached a hand in Rihito's direction, closing and opening her fingers.

He turns around with a start when he notices her, alarmed. "S-Sorry, aunty! I'll try to pipe it down, I swear!"

"Yeah... sorry, Kanny, I kind of lost my temper here..."

"Yeah, I know, Tomoh," she then looks at Rihito. "And you! Give me that phone, now," she speaks in a commanding voice, still repeating the gesture.

"What- no, hold on!," He grabs his phone and stands up, suddenly alarmed, as if he were facing a pickpocket pointing a knife at him. "My phone is a no-go area, Miss Kanami! You can ask these guys, you don't want to see the things I have here..."

"I'll have to agree with him, Miss Kanami. Rihito's phone is worse than a landfill...," Himuro snorts while Kaneda makes a face.

"Oh really? Let me see" Hiro was already walking away with his phone in his hand. Kanami smiles when he approaches her. "I love to pry on other people's dirty laundry."

"What the- Give me back my phone, you nosy twink!," He shrieks, already going after the cashier with his hands outstretched. "Seriously, Hiro, don't do that!"

Kanami stops him from approaching Hiro with a hand on his chest, raising an eyebrow, her acid eyes directly eating away at him, speaking quietly. "That was the final straw, Rihito. You're making an ass of yourself, and even Tomori, the most patient person I know, got mad. Now either you cooperate and stop acting like they are about to shove a stick up your ass or I'm going to break my iron rule and let everyone beat you up right here, right now. It's up to you."

Ohma smiles, even letting out a low snort of laughter. Okubo even found it strange when he lifted his phone to discreetly take a photo with a satisfied expression.

Himuro opens a devilish smile, cracking his knuckles. "Wonderful. I've been waiting for an excuse to beat the shit outta him for a month now."

"Screw you, Himuro!," Rihito growls, looking around, tense like a cornered animal. "Ugh... what do you want with my phone, anyway?!"

"Kinda obvious, don't you think, Rihito?," Kaneda arches an eyebrow "Miss Kanami will nip the evil in the bud."

"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"That means you’re going to get a brand new Instagram account," Tomori smiles, very satisfied, and Rihito widens his eyes.

"Ugh, you gotta be kiding me! Seriously, why do y'all care so much? I'll only use this account to see some pics of this girl and then I'll forget about it!"

"Do you want to see it or not?," Okubo grunts. "Damn, dude, you even have an Tiktok account and you don't post anything, so what's one more social media!?"

"TikTok is full of hot chicks twerking, that’s the only reason I made an account!"

"There's girls twerking on Instagram too, you know? And even more so, since it's been around longer," Hiro skillfully twirls the phone in his hand, mischievous like the little devil everyone knew he was. "And on top of that there are more women there, maybe you can get another dates if you don't like this one…"

"It’s either that or you'll go home all bruised and limping," Kanami threatens. "Half of it will be my doing."

"Uugh...," He puts his hand over his face, grinding his teeth. Tomori snorts, looking at Okubo while mumbling, "Do you see what I've told you a bunch of times, Naoh? It's because of this attitude that he's still single."

"Leave me alone! And I still haven't forgotten what you told me just now! That "giant dick" was totally uncalled for," He glares at her, sounding truly offended. "I thought we had become friends!"

"And we are! That's precisely why I need to be honest with you, otherwise you'll never learn your lesson and do better," She points indignantly at him. "I've only known you for a short time, but it was enough for me to see that you have a good side and can be a genuinely nice guy. But it seems that this good side disappears when it comes to women! Do you really need my friend to be attractive by your specific standards to treat her with respect?"

"What- no, I didn't mean that...," He shrinks again.

Kanami looks at him with her scolding look. Hiro chews his gum, raising his eyebrow. Ohma sighs, going back to what he was doing on his phone. Okubo crosses his arms. Everyone else in the bakery frowns.

"Okay... you see how uncomfortable everyone is getting, right, man?," Himuro arches an eyebrow, to which Rihito scratches the back of his head, looking down.

"I would be blind if I hadn't seen it..."

"So why don't we talk calmly, while Miss Kanami and Mr. Hiro take care of everything for you?," Kaneda suggests, to which Rihito makes a face.

"... So you all agree with what she said?"

Everyone nods, even Ohma who wasn't even paying attention anymore.

"Stubborn idiot," he mutters, without looking up from his phone.

Rihito swallows hard. He rubs his right arm with his left hand. And then he looks up at Tomori, who feels her chest hurt when he sees his expression of genuine sadness, his green, expressive eyes showing a fragility that gave him the air of a very needy puppy.

Oh, she knew that expression. It was the same expression he had made when he showed up unexpectedly at her house, on a rainy Sunday, willing to humiliate himself to intercede for his friend. It was at times like these that she remembered that he wasn't a complete idiot, and that there was a reason why her boyfriend and everyone else continued to maintain a friendship with him.

"I'm sorry..."

Tomori sighs, closing her eyes, anger leaving her like air leaking from a punctured balloon.

"... Okay. You're forgiven. Are you going to let Kanny and Hiro create a profile for you now?"

"...Hnf. What choice do I have?," He mumbles with a shrug. "Just do it already. I'm just warning you that it will become a no man's zone after serving its purpose."

The people at the bakery seemed to silently celebrate the calm that would follow after that. Himuro and Kaneda sigh, relaxing in their chairs.

Himuro smiles at Okubo. "You’ve got yourself quite the girlfriend, huh, dude. To be able to make this idiot put his tail between his legs like that..."

"Screw you!"

Ohma smiles, still on the phone, thinking it was for him. "Thanks."

"Himuro was talking to me, man. And yeah, I know!," Okubo shrills, his voice rising a few octaves, and then he turns very red when the whole table starts laughing. He clears his throat, putting a fist in front of his mouth, getting all awkward when Tomori caresses his fist with a cute little laugh. Rihito just rolls his eyes.

"Fuckin' simp...," He mutters softly.

"Okay, Rihito, now that everything got solved...," Kanami sighs. "Come to the counter, I'll help you with this. No one else needs to comment on this, right?!," She looks at the others, and Hiro shrugs.

"Okay… wow, just when I was about to give him all the profiles of my muscle-eater friends…," he returns to the counter, handing the phone to the baker.

Rihito immediately turns his attention to him. "Wait, really? I'm in!"

"We'll talk about that after this first date," Hiro says seriously to him. "You bum."

"That's right, your focus should be on my friend for now! He's coming, Kanny, I just want to hear a few more things from his mouth to make sure it's safe for me to give the go-ahead," Tomori warns, to which Rihito gives her a tired look.

"What, you're an inspector for potential fuck-buddies now? Okubo, tell your girlfriend to go do something else…"

"Hell no. Kick his ass, babe!", he nods, as seriously as her. "Roll this fella up!"

"You asshole! Let me know when she decides to let you get your balls out of her purse, you fucking simp-"

"Shut up and sit back down, damn it! Everyone wants to eat in peace," Himuro grumbles, to which Rihito returns to his place at the table, crossing his arms, grumpily.

"Okay, fine. Come on, what do you want me to do? Pick her up at seven and bring her back at ten at her curfew? Bring her flowers, chocolate and all that romantic crap?"

"No, Akane is not the type to enjoy these things. She would think you're pathetic if you showed up with something like that," She shakes her head. "I just want to hear from you that you're going to try not to behave like an asshole."

"Hey Kaneda, help me. How do you do this…?” Ohma asks, pointing to something on the phone, in the background.

"Sure. Let me see, Ohma…," Kaneda goes to help him, and the rest ignore them.

"Goddanmit, I already told you I won't! I haven't been on a date in a while, what makes you think I'd do anything to ruin it?," He asks indignantly, to which she shakes her head impatiently.

"You wouldn't do it on purpose, but you would. You always end up making the women around you uncomfortable with your cluelessness. Hugging them too tightly, grabbing them, asking inconvenient questions and making gross invitations-"

"I don't do that!"

"Yes, you do. I can prove it," Himuro rolls his eyes. "I already introduced you to two of my friends at your insistence, and the result was neither of them wanting to go out with you again. Remember?"

He blushes.

"I-It's not my fault that I'm a physical guy who loves giving and receiving affection. They were too frigid..."

"You hug ME too damn hard…," Ohma comments. "Seriously, it’s ridiculous."

"You are the most frigid of all! You have a heart of stone…"

"He doesn't and I can prove it!," Kanami imitates Himuro. Ohma snorts at his friend.

"I'm serious, Rihito. Go easy with those wandering hands and the very tight, long hugs," Tomori says, and this time, she seemed to ask, instead of demanding. "Come on, if you can't do this to me, you'll be able to not do this to her too."

"It’s different with you! I'm no backstabber to go grabing my friend's girl."

"So don't be nasty with the others either," Ohma says. "It's a pain to be harassed, in any situation. You said it yourself, I'm proof of that."

"I don’t harass anyone!"

"You do, so much so that to this day we don't know how you weren't framed or something like that," Himuro snorts, to which Kaneda, still helping Ohma with whatever he was doing on his phone, comments,

"Miss Akiyama has already threatened to sue you for sexual misconduct about five times..."

"Meh, I've kind of given up on Kaede," Rihito pouts. "If she doesn't want me, there are others who do... like Tomori's friend," He sighs, scratching his scalp. "Okay, okay... I'll try to pay attention to these things. But you know what my intentions are with this date, right? I'll be as nice as I can, but I won't pretend I'm interested in anything else."

"No need to," Tomori takes a sip of her juice. "Akane wants the same."

He turns to her, green eyes wide and shining.

"Really?!"

"Really," Okubo nods. "IF you don’t ruin everything, asshole."

"Watch your mouths, we have ladies present in the room," Kaneda says, to which Tomori chuckles.

"Relax, Kaneda, I'm kind of used to it. I've watched you play horror games together, remember? My repertoire of swear words gained a couple more pages that day."

"Anyway!," Lihito raises his hands, drawing attention back to himself. "Damn, that makes everything better! I love a woman who knows what she wants...," He rubs his hands with a smile, and then shrinks when Tomori gives him a warning look. "Chill out, I haven't forgotten the things you said! I... I never wanted to harass anyone, really. It's just..."

"It's just that you live on the basis of the philosophy that, if you shoot everywhere, you will eventually hit a target."

"Shut up, Himuro. But... yeah," He sighs.

"Oh, so that's how it is," Ohma nods, looking happier. "Thanks, Kaneda. This will surpass that cat..."

"Isn’t the cat post yours too, Ohma?"

"I don’t admit that this backstabber does better than me."

"Seriously, Hon, stop being jealous of my cat!," Kanami sighs. "This is getting weird."

"He stole my steak-"

"That’s been almost six months! And that was your fault!"

"He lost my trust and that's it. I only tolerate him because he's cute."

"Dude, you really don’t know what context “backstabber” is used, do you?," Himuro arches an eyebrow at Ohma, while Lihito mumbles,

"This dude considers a fucking cat his rival, while I'm still here, waiting for a rematch... but whatever!," He shakes his head with a serious face. "If these attitudes of mine really cause discomfort... I will try to control it and keep my hands to myself... to a certain extent. You can't do the deed through telepathy, you know..."

"Just be polite and respect her boundaries until she shows that she is willing to get more physical," Tomori suggests. "Akane is not one to beat around the bush, she'll make it very clear when she's interested. Until then... just be the cool, fun guy I know you are when you're not chasing skirts. She will appreciate it."

Rihito blushes a little. And then he smiles. She would probably never get used to how cute he could be when he really let his feelings come out, without that stupid casanova facade getting in the way.

"Guys, it's almost closing time, do you want to go or can I join you at the table?," Kanami sighs, a little tired. "Tomori, before I go I'm going to need help, Paikon woke up from his coffin and is tidying up, but when it comes to kitchen stuff..."

"Leave it to me, Kanny! Then, after we're done, we can go back to the table and help him with his Instagram profile all together," Tomori suggests, smiling, to which Rihito blushes more, looking to the side.

"I'm kinda having a Dee-je-vou-"

"Déjà vu, dumb fuck."

"Shut up! But seriously, this reminds me of when the three of us got together to help Okubo prepare for his second date with Tomori," He smiles at his friend. "It's ridiculous and at the same time funny that you're trying to do the same to me..."

"We’re trying to be good friend. You did the same for me, didn't you?," Okubo snorts, blushing too. "We need to help the homies…"

"Come here, blondie, I already downloaded Instagram on your phone while I was out," Hiro sits down next to Rihito without ceremony. "You just have to choose the photos..."

"Aaah! Don't sit so suddenly next to me, you spawn of Satan!," Rihito jumps and shrinks a little. "And who gave you the password to my phone? Seriously, sometimes I think you're a Yakuza in disguise..."

"I have my little secrets, honey," he smiles devilishly. "And no, I'm no Yakuza, but I have some friends who had some experiences with 'em. Kanami is one."

"Experiences with beating them up, you mean," Kanami laughs, making a cruel expression, high-fiving with Ohma, who smiles in the same way.

"It’s not just you, no. I'd even call some of them pros. But come here, help me choose your profile pic," he opens the phone gallery and widens his eyes at the first photo he sees. "Oh my God...," he blushes, laughing coquettishly at Rihito. "You definitely weren't feeling cold that day, huhuhuhuhuh..."

"What the- you busybody!," He snatches the phone from Hiro's hand, very red. "You can let me choose the pic, thanks for the help! I just need to find one that won't get my profile banned five minutes after being created..."

"Do you see what we said?," Himuro sighs while Kaneda says, "Take the opportunity and give him your friend's profile, Tomori."

"Oh, I will, as soon as he gets his profile ready."

"My friend, it is Instagram guidelines that doesn't like that stuff, I loved what I saw," Hiro laughs maliciously at Rihito, but still walks away. "If you want, I can make an OnlyFans account for you too..."

"No, thanks. I already have one," He responds, without looking up from his phone, and this time everyone at the table chokes on their respective drinks.

"You- you have an OnlyFans account? Are you serious?!," Himuro widens his eyes, to which Rihito rolls his.

"Calm down, it’s just so I can follow those who really make content."

"Oh... now we know why you’re always broke at the end of the month," Kaneda comments.

"Then let's do a creator account, I want to help," Hiro laughs.

"No offense, bro, but I don't want to have a literal devil's advocate as a manager or anything like that," Rihito snorts. "Anyway, I've already chosen the pic. What do I do now?"

"Here, as soon as you post it… That’s it. Now press this button here...," Hiro teaches him. "Hey, Tomoh, it's Sekihyo, right?," When Tomori confirms, he laughs a little mischievously. "Oh, this is going to be great," he laughs softly. "I know her username, it's @akaneagata. That's it, all together. Aaand there you go! Enjoy," he gets up and pats Rihito on the back. "Now that I'm sure of who it is, I feel way more at easy, hahaha."

"Sekihyo? That Sekihyo?!," Kanami looked up, surprised; she was now sitting next to Ohma. "Ooooh... I know that one," she makes a face, returning to her boyfriend's side, mumbling, "Good luck, you'll need it."

"Yes, he will," Tomori nods, very solemnly, while Rihito frowns, checking the profile.

"Sekihyo? Is that a nom de guerre or something?"

"Yep! Look at the photos and tell me if it's not an extremely suitable name," She suggests, and he, even more interested, scrolls the bar with his finger to scroll down the photos.

And what photos. She looked like a model posing for a photo studio, always in the best angles. She was a little thin but not like Tomori, especially in the breasts department, which happened to be the roundest, and almost sticking out of her clothes, almost always accompanied by a coat that looked to be made of fake fur. Fur, leather, leopard prints… if she were older, she would definitely be the flashy type, but damn, how good that fashion style looked on her. And her skin was similar to Himuro's, but her blonde hair... she was clearly one of those Gyaru, who he saw walking down the streets of Tokyo in groups. And she had a tattoo of red leopard prints on her shoulder, living up to her name.

Himuro and Kaneda see how Rihito's eyes widen, his chin dropping a little as his face reddens. They knew that expression too well. The two exchange a quick glance with Okubo before leaning in to peek, very curious.

"Uh- wow!," Himuro’s eyes widen a little too. "Now that nom de guerre makes a lot of sense. A Gyaru with a capital G…"

"Indeed," Kaneda agrees with a nod. "And she's a close friend of yours?"

"I’ve known her since high school,” Tomori says, smiling a lot. "Naoh, do you remember when I told you that I got into a fight with a girl and almost got kicked out of school? A fight that involved a baseball bat and everything…"

"Wow, was that her?!," his eyes widened too. "She didn't end up with permanent brain damage, did she?"

"Two damaged brains, going on a date…," Kanami scoffs, making Ohma laugh softly.

"And if she hadn't, she must have it now, considering she agreed to go out with "Rihito, Himuro raises an eyebrow, to which Kaneda laughs softly.

"Fuck off, all of you!"

Hiro laughed out loud from the counter.

Tomori laughs too, shaking her head, "She always had brain damage, hahaha! And she returned the kindness later, she gave me a black eye and everything. We had a hell of a cat fight, were both suspended for a week, and the following month we were already going out shopping together as if we had always been the best of friends!"

"And we thought it was just us, professional fighters, who made friends like that," Kaneda jokes with a chuckle.

"With me and Ichiro it was the same thing...," Ohma shrugs. "Except the shopping."

"Yeah...," Rihito nods slowly, his eyes still fixed on the phone screen. The others watch him closely, already preparing themselves for the whistles, the extremely inappropriate comments, the howls. They don't come, however. Tomori then asks, a little hesitantly, "So? What do you think of my friend?"

Rihito looks up at her. And then he smiled a lot, his cheeks a little flushed.

"Wow, Tomori, she's beautiful!"

Uh... yeah, definitely none of them were expecting that kind of response.

"Oh… apparently our moral beatings got in…," Hiro comments, laughing. Kanami laughs louder.

"... Kaneda, check his pulse, quickly. See if he's not dying, in a feverish state or something," Himuro says, eyes wide, to which Kaneda exclaims, "We have to take Rihito to the hospital! There is something very wrong with him!"

"Shut up, you two, I’m fine!," Rihito grumbles impatiently. "You wanted me to behave, right? So I'm trying to do that from now on!"

"Uh... that's great!," Tomori opens a huge smile. "She’s really beautiful, isn’t she?"

"A lot! I had never dated a Gyaru before. I see that I'm going to start well. And yes, the tattoos are quite appropriate, considering her nom de guerre," He carefully observes the pattern of spots tattooed on one of the girl's shoulders. "A panther, huh? I like it," He opens an insinuating half smile. "That's what I call a coincidence…"

"Huh? Why?," Kanami asks, innocently.

"Well... let's say that panthers and leopards are also an inspiration to me, when I'm inside a ring," He arches an eyebrow, raising two of his fingers. "I have the claws and everything to prove it. That girl and I are going to get along really well. Big cats sometimes roam in packs, hehe."

"Oh, that's true. You even wear shorts with leopard prints and everything," Kaneda nods, crossing his arms.

"Isn't a panther a kind of lion or something?," Ohma asks, and Kanami shows him an image on her phone screen. "Ooh... so that's the animal," Ohma nods. "Yeah, it matches the Razor."

"I see… that’s clever," Kanami agrees. "So it’s just a matter of setting the date up, right?

"Oh yes…," Okubo nods, seriously. "And it will be the four of us. We're free this coming weekend, what about you?"

"Yes, I- wait, the four of us?," Rihito blinks, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Uh... so, Naoh had the idea of us going on a double date. You know?," Tomori gestures a little. "Both of us, you two..."

Rihito blinks again. And then he grunts to Okubo, "Who told you that a moron like you could come up with ideas, even more so stupid ones like that?! A double date, that's just what I needed!"

"It's your fault, you jerk! Your fame fucking preceds you. We were worried at the thought that you were going to scare away the poor woman. Don't forget that it was only when you shut up that that catfish bite the bait!"

"Fuck you, you’re jealous because I was the one who caught it!,"

"Oh, but the idea is great! That way, you can keep an eye on him," Kaneda says, and Himuro nods.

"Yep. I would say it would be to ensure that the girl doesn't get uncomfortable to the point of wanting to run away, but after seeing her photos, it would be more to ensure that Rihito doesn't end the night needing to put ice on his balls because he got kicked."

"Fuck off! Ugh, is this really necessary? I already said I'm going to behave!," He assures, to which Tomori shakes her head.

"It's already decided. Not to mention that we will enjoy the night too. We're a little tired of only being able to sit quietly next to each other on a sofa, while my father sings enka at karaoke and my brother challenges Naoh to an arm wrestle."

"Ugh, I know how that is," Kanami grimaces. "Well, then good luck to you guys, especially to Rihito."

"Heheheheh… you can fall in love but don’t fool yourself, dear," Hiro jokes. "Fight well, soldier."

"Hnf. No need to worry, lil' fairy. I don't fall in love, simple as that," Rihito lifts his chin haughtily. Himuro and Kaneda look at each other and shake their heads, saying nothing. Tomori rolls her eyes, then turns around and says, "Oh, and before I forget! Two more of my friends asked for your DMs, Himuro. Can I give it on to them?"

"Sure. What are their names?"

"Karin and Mariko. They are former college classmates. Do you want to meet them here at the bakery?"

"That's where I met the other two, Yuzuhira and Makoto, so it's more than fair. You can tell them I'm free on Wednesday," Himuro combs his hair back with one hand, very naturally, his eyes closed. Rihito glares at him in anger.

"Two more numbers? Now you have, like, four of 'em! Greed is a sin, you know? You're going straight to Hell, you slut!"

"All this just because I didn’t want to give you the number of one of them? Envy is also a sin. See you there, asshole."

"I already know that I'm going to Hell anyway. I remember hearing a devil laughing when I died," Ohma comments, as naturally as Himuro. Kanami grimaces.

"Ohma, don't say that...," she gets goose bumps. Ohma hugs her shoulder, laughing softly.

"And you said he's frigid," Okubo points at the two, looking at Rihito. "He even looks kinda cute."

"Hmph. He is, when it comes to us," Rihito snorts, turning his attention back to his phone, still admiring Akane's profile. Tomori speaks softly to Okubo, "I'm honestly relieved that he didn't make a scene when he saw Akane's photos. I think what I said really got into his head."

"I just hope it stays that way, love… I really do."

"Me too. Anyway...," She gets up from the chair, hitting her hands on her skirts to unwrinkle them. "We need to close everything, don't we, Kanny? And go help Paikon too."

"Yes, yes… let go of me, Ohma…," she laughs a little when he doesn't let her go, and breaks free when she threatens to squeeze his ribs. And she quickly goes to the kitchen with Tomori. "Let's go, I have things to do at home."

"Okay! I'll be right back, love," Tomori leans in to kiss Okubo's cheek; He was so tall, she didn't need to bend down too much to reach him, even with him sitting down. "And I'll bring you the leftover cookies from today's batch."

"Ooh, thanks a lot, babe," he pulls her towards him a little, in a quick but strong hug, making her laugh. And then he watches her leave. The others look at him grimacing, and he looks right back. "What?"

"Ugh" the others make a collective groan, except, of course, the seaweed head, who was still absorbed in his phone.

"Hey girls, I have some important business," Hiro also enters the kitchen, with a note in his hand. "There's something that's not working…," and his voice dies with the distance.

This time, Rihito didn't seem to care much about the sweet couple. He was still very focused on his phone. He only looks up when he realizes that Ohma, Okubo, Himuro, Kaneda and him were alone.

"Are they gone?"

"Uh... yes?," Kaneda arches an eyebrow. And then they all startle when Rihito slams his hands on the table, his face red and a little sweaty, his eyes wide and an expression of absolute delight on his face. And when he speaks, it's low enough for only them to hear, but the excited tone is unmistakable.

"Holy crap! Did you guys see the size of those tits? Shit, that girl's hot as fuck!"

Himuro and Kaneda let out a huge grunt together, the first putting his hand over his face, the second throwing his head back.

"Damn, we spoke too soon!"

"For fuck's sake, man! You were only waiting for the girls to leave to let the dogs out, huh," Okubo growls.

"I knew that was gonna happen," Ohma comments, looking aside. "I even counted to three, couldn't be more accurate."

"Seriously, aren't you ashamed of yourself, Rihito? What about all the things Tomori said to you? Did they go in one ear and out the other?," Kaneda asks in a censorious tone, to which Rihito shakes his head vigorously.

"Of course not, I listened and absorbed everything! I'm going to be the most respectful and gentlemanly guy I can be and keep my hands to myself... until it's time for me to bury my face in those melons until I choke!," He again makes that gesture of squeezing the air again, as if pressing invisible horns. "It took a while, but the universe finally decided to throw me a fucking bone! I'm about to cure these blue balls for good, my guys!"

"Fuck, I give up," Himuro groans, "I thought that, after Okubo straightened himself out, there might still be hope for this idiot. But no, he's a hopeless case."

"If I, the frigid one, according to you, could do it..." Ohma says with a laugh. "Anything is possible."

"Yeah, you just needed a new heart for that, one that can beat and pump in the right place," Okubo mocks. "That's all. In his case, he needs a brain..."

"Brain? Only if it can help me with oxygenation, because I'm going to need a hell of a breather to give this chick some action! But it's okay, I'll make the sacrifice!," He rubs his hands; he was almost salivating. "The noblest sacrifice I have ever made, yes sir."

"Poor girl..."

"For what? I'm going to do her so good she'll beg for an encore after the other! Now whether I'll agree or not is another story," He combs his hair back, trying to imitate the gesture that Himuro had made earlier, but not with nearly the same charm. Ohma holds back his laughter.

"He looks like a dog, minus the tongue sticking outta his mouth," Okubo comments, and Ohma lets out a half scream and stops laughing again, sobbing as he holds on, hiding his face.

"No, man, that's mean…," he manages to recover quickly. "You're offending the dogs."

"Whatever, man, I'm the biggest dog on the kernel! And the big dog here will feast!," He throws his head back and opens his mouth, but chokes hard when Himuro hits him with a slap to the throat, shouting: "I swear to God, you idiot, if you howl in the middle of the bakery, I'll kick your mouth so hard that you'll have to start brushing your teeth through your ass!

"Aack! Fuck you, dude!," He coughs hard. "Are you trying to kill me?!"

"Leave it alone, Himuro," Kaneda sighs in defeat, shaking his head. "The only thing we can hope for now is that he really follows Tomori's advice and waits until the right time to start with this nonsense."

"I'll wait, I swear! It will be worth it, every second...," And he raises his fingers again in Vs for Victory.

"If he doesn't wait, record the whole thing and send it to me. My videos with Kanami scaring him went... how Koga called it...? Oh yes, viral!," Ohma smiles satisfied. "I finally beat that fuzzy backstabber!"

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