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Partner 23:47
< Akito.

Me 23:47
sup >
going tp bed already? >

Partner 23:48
< Will you come over?

Me 23:48
now?? >

Partner 23:48
< Yes.

Me 23:48
did smth happen? >

Partner 23:49
< No.
< I just want to see you.

Me 23:49
toya . >
its almost midnight >

Partner 23:49
< :-( 

Me 23:49
. >
omg fine >
ur lucky i love u >

Partner 23:50
< :-) 

Me 23:50
gimme twnty mins >

True to his word, Akito arrives at the Aoyagi home seventeen minutes later, entering through the unlocked balcony and slipping off his jacket. And Toya, the bastard she is, doesn’t even acknowledge his arrival; she lays still on her bed, on her stomach with her face pressed into the pillow. Akito scoffs and rolls his eyes.

He approaches the bed, toeing his shoes off. Without a word, he swings a leg over her, straddling her lower back and setting his weight down; still no reaction, aside from a soft hum as he settles onto her.

Akito scoffs, pushing a hand into her hair. “You’re getting greedy, you know that?”

That finally gets a response out of her. She turns her head to look up at him, silver eye glinting, a small, sly smile on her face. “So?” Toya shifts a little under him, so obediently, Akito lifts his hips, just enough for her to turn onto her back under him. “You made me this way.”

The comment makes him blush– he can feel it, though he tries to brush it off with another roll of his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Why’d you call me out so late, then?”

“It’s like I said,” Toya hums, hands reaching up to his face, “I just wanted to see you. Is that so wrong?”

And really, his answer should be yes– she can’t just summon him over like this, not so late, with those borderline manipulative frowny faces she knows he’s weak to. Even through his suspicions that there's more of a reason for this, he knows that both of them would be in so much trouble if her father found out that the boy who corrupted her was scaling their house on a near-weekly basis. He should scold her, but. 

It’s impossible to summon anything more than vague annoyance. With her hands gently caressing his face, cheeks flushed as she smiles up at him with a teasing glint shadowing quiet vulnerability her eyes; he can’t even imagine being genuinely mad at her.

As is, he huffs, pushing her bangs back in some vague attempt at a comeback. She simply leans into the motion, eyes closing as her smile turns more genuine, finally getting the attention she must have been oh-so desperate for. Her hands continue to dance along his cheeks, and as soon as he releases his touch on her hair, she tugs; Akito doesn’t resist, allowing himself to be dragged down, lips slotting against hers in a motion so familiar it makes his heart ache. 

Toya is gentle but impatient. Akito gets the memo quickly, pushing and tugging at her lips, kissing her insistently, the way she likes to be kissed; he lets his teeth and tongue graze against her, pushes his hands back into her hair as her own slide under his t-shirt to squeeze his abdomen. Soft sounds escape her, hums and hitched breaths that Akito revels in– he’s so proud of how expressive she’s become. 

The night continues as they kiss, warm and endless just outside the door. Neither of them seem to care– Akito gets tunnel vision in times like this, caring about nothing but the girl beneath him. His shirt is slipped off between kisses, though his attempt to do the same to Toya is met with a small shake of head; he isn’t bothered by it, meeting her in the middle when she leans back up to him and filing the concern away for later. Her lips taste of coffee, too strong to be from more than an hour ago. Akito scolds her, and Toya smiles, kissing him again until her caffeine addiction is the last thing on his mind. 

They don’t stop until it becomes absolutely necessary. Akito yawns between kisses, drawing a quiet laugh from his partner. He gently flicks her forehead in retaliation, shifting off of her and pushing her onto her side so he can slot himself behind her, knees pressed into the back of her own. 

“You’re wearing one of my shirts,” Akito mumbles absentmindedly as he gets comfortable. 

“I am. You like when I do, don’t you?” Toya says, voice quiet as she reaches back to press Akito’s face into her neck; he chuckles softly, following the unspoken command and pressing kisses there. “Yeah.” 

Toya hums, pleased, body going comfortably limp against his. They both fall quiet for a moment. 

“...Stay with me in the morning, Akito.”

Toya’s voice is soft and small, betraying the slightest note of the vulnerability Akito suspects brought him here in the first place. “My parents are leaving early for a trip, it won’t be a problem. So please, stay.” 

Akito exhales deeply against her neck, chest tightening almost painfully with the affection he feels. He wonders if Toya knows that he’d never say no to her. 

“Yeah, I’ll stay.” 

As long as you ask me to, I’ll stay. 

Akito wakes as he always does when sharing a bed with Toya. Early, drowsy, and pinned to the bed by the weight of his partner; she clings to his side, hands weakly curled into the fabric of his t-shirt with her face buried in his chest. As usual, the sight makes his chest surge with warm affection. He takes a slow breath, letting the adoration wash over him.

Although, one thing about this morning turns out to be different; as he exhales, Toya's eyes flutter open, misty grey drifting up to meet his own olive. She lifts her head a little. Akito blinks. "…You awake?"

Toya hums, stretching out a little before relaxing back onto him. "Yes," she murmurs, voice soft and still thick with drowsiness. "I woke up a little while ago, but you were still asleep."

That's certainly unusual, because Toya never wakes up before him. She's like a lazy cat in the mornings, clinging and whining as Akito tries to force himself out of her grip, and on days off it's typical for her to sleep in until midday. There are only a few things that would have her up this early– and the first one in Akito's mind is that something might be wrong.

A brief rush of anxiety runs through his system at the thought. He tamps it down as best he can– that will only make everything worse, he needs to focus on Toya. Instead, he exhales a soft "Oh, yeah?", letting his hands drift to her waist and brushing her t-shirt up to rest against the skin there. "Well, 'm awake now. What's up, darlin'?"

"Nothing," she sighs softly.

Akito hums, suspicions twisting his gut. "Just couldn't fall back asleep?"

"I heard my parents leaving a while ago, I suppose they woke me up. And I knew you would be waking soon, so I stayed up to see you."

"Mm, that's nice," Akito responds, absently twisting to look at the digital clock on Toya's desk. It reads around half past six; a little late for Akito, and exceptionally early for Toya. It's not too surprising that her parents woke her up– she's always a little more skittish at home– but it's still strange that she'd choose to stay awake, and then actually be able to do so. Akito hums, gently squeezing her waist and tugging her closer (though it's not like they could really be much closer). "Why'd you wait for me? I said last night I was gonna stay, 'm not gonna go back on a promise like that."

"I know," Toya says quickly, voice small. "I just wanted to see you."

"Mhm?" Akito hums, pushing back her bangs and pressing a small kiss to her hairline. "And why'd you call me over so late last night?"

Her face burrows closer into his chest. "I missed you, that's all."

The words wash over his head, taking in the smallness of her voice and soft waver to her speech. She's buried herself against his chest in a way that he can't quite see her face anymore, too– Akito sighs, gently tugging her away.

"Can't lie to me, y'know," he murmurs, using his hand to tilt her chin up. Her gaze slides down for a moment before ultimately flickering back to his face. "It's okay, I promise, Toya. Just wanna know if something's goin' on."

For a moment, she doesn't respond, simply looking at him with those clear silver eyes. And then Toya shifts– nuzzling against his hand and holding onto his arm, a soft sound is tugged from her throat. It isn't quite one of distress, thank God, but the smaller kind of upset that Akito knows can be equally difficult to deal with. He smiles reassuringly, gently swiping his thumb across her skin in what he hopes is a comforting repetition.

"It wasn't anything major," Toya murmurs eventually, still pressing her face into Akito's hold. "When I came home last night, my parents were in the living room. I just walked by to say hello and go back to my room, but– they gave me a… a certain look, up and down my outfit, like it was wrong. My mother looked– sympathetic, almost, I suppose, I just felt—" she pauses, swallowing, "Scrutinised, I think. Like they were more disappointed by this than anything else." She inhales shakily. "And then when I was finally back in my room I stumbled across some rather… unsavoury comments online. Not about me, just…"

A small moment passes as she takes in a breath, gaze flittering up and down Akito's face. He knows how tongue-tied she can get like this, and he remains patient, seeing that she has more to say.

"I wanted– to see you," she spits up eventually. "I wanted to… have you with me. Because I was worried, I suppose, that you'd– well, I know you'd never be like that, I was just– I felt like maybe something was wrong about me, I wanted to make sure that you…"

"Shh, it's okay, I get it." Akito doesn't like to interrupt her, but he can see her running in circles– explaining emotions simply isn't her forte. "You just needed some lovin', yeah? You saw shit that made you feel bad about yourself and needed a bit of help to realise that wasn't true."

Toya blinks at him, a little surprised, and then nods. "I didn't like… thinking about you that way," she says softly, "because I know you'd never say or think those things. I was just… worried. I'm sorry."

"Hey, hey, you don't have to feel bad," Akito jumps in. "I get it, honestly. You know I do the same shit, it's not your fault. I'm just glad I can help."

Toya hums, pressing close to him again. A smile comes onto Akito's face from the simple action– knowing that she's safe with him, that she relies on him, feels so good. "None of that shit is true, I swear. You're the only person who gets to decide what looks good and what makes you feel good– no one else. Anyone who gets pissy about it is just an idiot, honestly." He cards a hand through her hair, soft and silky. "The people who really matter will always understand. I know it hurts when that shit happens, and it does suck, but just think about all the people who love you, Toya. So many people support you. That's what matters, more than anything else."

A few seconds pass in silence once he stops talking. It goes on just long enough to make Akito worry, that maybe he said the wrong thing– but that anxiety is dispelled soon enough when Toya pushes herself as close to him as possible, hands curled tightly into his shirt, her face warm against him. She mumbles, "You're too sweet to me, Akito."

"Nah," he says, smiling as he tugs her up to be level with him, leaning close. "Just as sweet as you deserve, darlin'."

Warmth courses through him as he watches his partner's cheeks pinken in front of his eyes. Like this, blushing and wrapped in the softness of early morning, she's cute, beautiful; Toya has taken on a certain brightness over the last few months, and Akito will gladly take any opportunity to bask in it. She doesn't pull back or protest at all as he slowly brings their faces closer together. A good thing– he's always careful with her at times like this, but frankly, he might have combusted if she didn't let him kiss her right now.

The press is soft and slow, a contrast from last night's insistence. That doesn't make it any less pleasurable– anything from Toya like this is absolutely perfect– and Akito pulls back after a few seconds, sweeping a few loose hairs away from her face and revelling in the way her eyelids crinkle happily at the touch.

"Love you so much, Toya," he murmurs, though he knows the words aren't necessary. She could understand him from his heartbeat alone.

An amused hum tumbles out of Toya at the obviousness, and she leans close to kiss him once more before Akito has the time to become indignant about the teasing. "I know, Akito," she smiles against his lips, "I love you, too. Thank you for staying with me like this."

"'Course." Akito lets his hands return to their rightful resting place on her waist, a lazy grin tugging at his mouth, "And y'know, if you ever need me to make out with you to help you feel better again, I'm only a text away."

That gets a proper laugh out of her– thank God– though Akito doesn't miss the way the tips of her ears turn a vibrant pink. "You're so crass, Akito," she giggles, and it's so cute that he can't help himself, squeezing her abdomen and pressing a hard kiss to the squish of her cheek. Her chest shakes against his own as she continues to laugh airily with each kiss he stamps onto her skin.

Akito refuses to pull away until the anxiety of ten minutes ago is long gone. When he does, he smiles, bringing his hands back up to fix Toya's hair again. "So, what do you wanna do now? I can make you breakfast, somethin' nice."

"Hm…" His partner twists a little in his hold, casting her eyes over to the clock. It's almost seven. "We don't have to get up just yet, do we…?"

"No, but we don't have any reason not to right now." He chuckle softly, "C'mon, ain't you fully awake anyway?

"Yes, but that doesn't make you any less warm."

Akito can't help the way that he laughs as his partner tucks up against him again, even going so far as to grab his hands and guide them back to her waist. Usually, he might protest against this more, but it feels like a crime to deny her clinginess right now; if Toya needs some extra love, he'll always be there to give it. (And it's not like he would ever want to stop holding her, anyway.)

Instead, he just squeezes her close, pressing another smiling kiss next to her eye. "You're a real nuisance, you know that?"

"And yet you stay with me anyway."

The way she says it is almost smug, like she knows exactly what she does to him. It's cute, because drowsiness is already mixing back into her voice too, just from being cuddled against him properly for a few seconds; Akito's chest blooms with warmth at the thought that his comfort allowed for this, eased her mind enough for her to relax fully.

He couldn't be more proud. Of her newfound expression, the courage all this takes, the way she's so unabashedly loving despite the rough impacts she has to bear at times. Akito can't imagine having a more perfect partner.

He smiles, carding a hand through her hair as his heart swells in his chest.

"Yeah," he murmurs. "I do."