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[Getting home, Morgana eyes him with an inquisitive eye, his very posture demanding the news of what transpired between the time he left Leblanc and the time he returned. He was dripping wet- which was difficult to take care of, considering the laundry was by the bath house. So for now, he had rinsed off and transferred to his pajamas. There were a few things left to do downstairs (he couldn't leave the coffee pot and the the cups like that when Sojiro came home in the morning), so he took care of that too.

Morgana half asleep on his belly, he smiled quietly and let his hand idly rub against his head. He really did love that cat- he always knew when Akira was cold and when he could use a weight on his blankets to keep him warm in the middle of the night. Slowly, quietly, he whispered to his friend: We kissed. Unbothered by the entire exchange, Morgana just curled up a little tighter and he found himself drifting off to sleep shortly thereafter.

The next few days at school passed as any other did. There was some minor celebration in order for their victory; that was handled quietly as well. Ryuji had begun going star crazy with wanting to pick a bigger target to increase their popularity, and Akira had warned them to lay low for a little until they could figure out who came next. All in all, he didn't really have a lot of time to talk to Yu after their shared exchange in the rain. But that didn't stop him from thinking about it constantly, or texting back and forth almost daily- mostly little things here and there like how they were doing, things they found funny.

Akira works up the courage to send this one, today. It doesn't help that Morgana is looking over his shoulder, gagging at it as he types away on his phone.]

Thinking about you lately...

Maybe it'd be a good idea to leave your windows unlocked at night.

[After the kiss, things seemed to look up for Yu. He's almost convinced that it became his lucky charm and turned everything 180 degrees. For the better. Aside from his thoughts not being gloomy, he ranked in top twenty on the exam, made friends with a librarian girl, a guy who is almost always late in the morning and a guy that has a patch over his nose always (at first he thought it was broken badly but apparently it's part of his style...).

And today, just as he received a message from Akira, the woman on the kiosk told him he won the lottery. A nice sum too. Yu honestly has no idea what's going on but he definitively has no complaints.

The message makes him smile and he types the answer back quickly:]

Thinking about you constantly~

That's actually good idea. It's been rather hot these past few nights [It wasn't, but if Akira's going to make it sound all casual, Yu will just fly with it.]

I wonder what should I make for dinner. Any suggestions? [He almost asked him "do you eat fstake" but then he remembered that Akira won't get the joke behind it. Also, it's a subtle implication that Yu will cook them dinner.]

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[The fsteak joke would definitely be lost on Akira. He'd assume a typo, at the very least. But the idea of dinner with Yu... well, that would be kinda nice. He wonders if he'd be adverse to doing some extra curricular activities, too. Like.... watching movies. Studying. You know, anything but thinking about kissing him again. And again. And again.

He also considers it weird that he's telling the person who he's going to trespass against that he was planning on doing exactly that. That makes it far less illegal, sure, but still, he likes playing the role of gentlemanly thief. He smirks to himself.

Thinking about you constantly. Ooooh Joker!

Maybe he pushes Morgana off the bed.]

Well, if it's just you tonight, maybe you shouldn't go all out. Something simple like tofu?

Be careful though. If you leave your window open, the aroma might attract all sorts of strays.

[The trespassing is only allowed to Akira. Yu would probably freak out if anyone else tried to enter his apartment like that. After seeing the message, Yu ponders for a while. Tofu, huh? What could he make with tofu? Fried tofu? That sounds great. He's out of soy sauce though so he needs to go do some shopping.]

That sounds good. Thank you for the idea :)

Don't worry, I'll be extremely careful!~

[He picks up the ingredients he needs and heads straight home. His parents aren't home, as usual. But Yu stopped paying attention to that. Now he looked forward to it. With them gone, Akira could sneak in whenever he wants. And if his parents were home, he wouldn't have been able to help him out on that day.

A shiver runs down Yu's spine and he chases away the thought. 'What if's' have no place here. He quickly showers and pulls on a white hoodie and gray sweatpants. He walks over to the window and opens it, raising it just a little, enough for Akira's fingers to slip under and open it completely.

And then almost sprints off into the kitchen. Fried tofu and rice with veggies are waiting to be prepared.]

[With a calm indifference to the world around him, Akira makes his way over at nightfall. The trains are always much more friendly without the added rush of salarymen trying to get to where they needed to go, or the hoards of high schoolers and tourists that usually congregated on the lines. He left Morgana alone at home, again, but at least had bought some take out sushi from the nearby convenience store with the tip money that Yu left behind.

As he gets off the train, he could swear he was being followed. The same aura had circled him around school as of late, like there were a set of eyes on him that he couldn't understand which direction they had been coming from. But he's just a regular kid out here, in regular street clothes, who just so happened to duck into a dark alleyway and seemingly disappeared into the shadows.

Makoto had no business following him to begin with.

True to his promise, he quietly approaches the fire escape. There's a smell of something frying, some soy and.. maybe a note of some fishy flavor in the air. He guessed he was making fried tofu, which made a smile appear as his fingers looped under the window to raise it up. No one in the room- but there's definitely sounds of frying in the kitchen.

Without too much sound, he infiltrates Yu's room. He's not dumb enough to try and scare him while he's standing in front of hot oil, so Akira decides to sit on Yu's bed and wait. That way he could scare the living daylights out of him safely.

Grabbing a loose manga from a nearby bookshelf, he props it open and starts reading. He's interested to know what genre Yu likes anyway.]

[If Yu knew how to sing, he would be singing. But he tried once and Yosuke cringed so hard that he didn't try singing ever again. So he was humming instead. The tofu was coming out great and the rice was done already.]

I might've outdone myself, [Yu mutters to himself as he puts the last piece of tofu on the plate. Everything was ready for the dinner.
He checks his watch and frowns a bit- odd. He thought that Akira would arrive by now. Is he late? Did he miss his train? Should he text him?

...did he properly open the window? Maybe Akira can't enter because there are people lurking in the alley? Yu hates when questions pile up in his head and he has no answers to them. He heads back to his room to check- Akira would text him if he ran into trouble, right?

Yu almost jumps three feet in the air when he opens the door and sees Akira casually reading one of his mystery mangas- Naoto's recommendation. Heart is up in his throat- he knew that Akira should arrive but he didn't expect him to be in his room, waiting for him.]

Good evening, mysterious man. Do you like my collection?

[Don't think that he didn't hear you humming, Yu. Not that he's complaining, he actually found it quite endearing, considering he was sitting in his room like a serial killer waiting for him. When he sees him approach the bedroom to check on the window, and when his soul nearly leaves his body in fear, Akira looks up from the manga, and waves.

He wants to laugh, but restrains himself. Maybe one of these days he would start using the front door like normal people, but... nah, this is fun the way it is.]

The killer is obviously the train conductor. They want you to think it's the judge, who's traveling to Hokkaido, but it's a red herring. He's slowly redirecting the carbon monoxide through the vents to the sleeping passenger cars, and then changing the scene of the crime to make it look like it was another cause of death.

[He puts the book face down, creasing the binding a little bit. He's not sure he wants to stop reading just yet- he just wants to see if he's right in the end. If anything, Akira isn't the smartest at deduction, but he knew how to read the scene of a crime. Considering he caused a few of them already.]

Smells good.

You're free to borrow it if you want to see if you're right. [Yu offers with a smile. And he's right. The books can get predictable after your read tons of them or study crime. He walks over to him, hands in his pockets.

Is it okay to kiss him now? He feels like it would open a flood of questions afterward. Yu should probably act like a proper host and restrain himself- even though his guest came inside through his window.]

Well, someone gave me a great idea for dinner. [He shrugs softly-] There's more than enough for two.

[Yu doesn't mind cooking, but he likes it more than usual when he cooks for others.]

[Akira looks at the manga on the bed, and shrugs. He wasn't that invested in it- rather, there were far more important things that had caught his attention. Wondering whether or not it was okay to be the type to initiate physical contact, he reaches out for Yu and pulls him closer, positioning him between his spread legs as he fixes his posture on the bed. He looks up at him, smiling.]

Is this okay?

[How can a guy who's a year younger than him, make his heart skip a beat like this? And then make his face flooded with color in less than five seconds? But that means he can kiss him, right?

He should stop overthinking things. His hands give Akira's a soft squeeze as he leans down-]

Only if you're okay with it too.

[And who would've thought anyone would actually want this with Akira to begin with? He never thought he was anything out of the ordinary, and even now, the only special thing about him is that he's a Persona user. So when Yu obliges, doesn't hesitate in his movements when he pulls him closer like that, Akira is practically in heaven.

But being in heaven and knowing what to do once you get there- that's kind of a different story. The thought of being caught in the rain, when he gave him directions and used the distraction to peck him on the cheek is still brightly in his memory, and looking up from his seated position, he can't help but think how handsome he is.

The slim neckline that gives way to his chest, the way his bangs threaten to sweep over his eyes if he's not careful. The way he looks a little nervous, even though there's no real pressure here. His eyes- god, his eyes were beautiful. Akira doesn't know how he didn't realize these things sooner.]

Couldn't be happier, actually.

[Akira squeezes his hand back, pulling him a little closer.]

And this time we're not even out in the rain.

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[Why would someone so badass as Akira get interested in him? Is Yu really that lucky? The dinner that was growing cold didn't matter anymore. They both knew that the real reason for the meeting- the kiss they shared over the weekend. In that cold rain that somehow created the perfect mood for Yu to act on it. If he didn't kiss him then, he wondered when he'd find guts to do it.

Happy... someone was happy to be with him. Akira... won't leave him because he wants to be with him. Yu thought his heart would burst out of his chest at those words. Resting his knee on the edge of the bed, he leans his forehead against Akira's, taking in every eyelash, the color of his eyes, the warmth of his breath against his face.

Yu could search through dictionaries for days and still wouldn't be able to find the right words to describe what he was feeling right now.

So instead of trying to explain himself, he'll let his actions do it for him.
He kisses him as gently as before, slowly, with a tinge of curiousness. Since he never kissed anyone before, he hopes his kiss isn't bad.]

[There are so many things in this world that Akira can expect with at least some level of certainty: eventually getting caught, finals, slacking off in class- but the kisses are things that come as a wild surprise to him, even now, even at the second one they've ever done like this. And it's amazing. Akira doesn't know if he's doing this right, but he does know that he relishes this feeling on his lips. It's really like... everything that Yu does is right. There shouldn't be a person on this planet that does this much this well, and yet here he is, capturing him with this embrace, and for once, the sound of his own voice in his head shuts the hell up for a moment. This is what bliss feels like.

There's all the marks of amateurism from both parties- the lack of urgency to push past the lips, the small breathy exchange that makes it seem like it's lasting longer than it should, the way Akira's hands untangle from Yu's so that he can hold him there (but nervous about what's the boundary- so nervous to guide him anywhere or change any of this moment).

His eyes finally close, as he draws Yu closer to him, closer to be on the bed with him. This is probably past the level of comfortability either of them have with their own sensibilities, but Akira wants, for a moment, to know what it would feel like to share the same space for a moment longer than just in the undertow of a rainy night. And so, carefully, he guides Yu to to go back with him, until Akira is on his back and he has a chance to actually wrap his arms around him.

They're not kissing anymore, and he hopes it's not awkward for the other, but Akira is just looking at him, smiling- not the same smile that usually rises in its own cockiness, but genuine, happy to be here. He's never been so bold in his life before, but with every fiber of his being, he's convinced that being able to hold him like this is one of the best feelings in the world.]

Go out with me.

[A more subtle approach would be to ask Yu to be his boyfriend, but Akira isn't leaving the option of "no" out there, just because he doesn't know if he could bear hearing it at this point. Then, thinking that he's being too demanding, he softens it a little:]

Please?

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[Yu is somewhat glad that Akira is way bolder than Yu himself is. It's a bit embarrassing considering he's older but he can't help it. There's always a voice in the back of his head that's telling him he might be inconveniencing the guy, that he might be pushy if he goes with his instincts.

But after being pulled in like this, hands warped around him and warm embrace, Yu can feel himself relax. Yes, this is good, and Akira does want him near, he's accepting the kisses and, if their position is saying anything, asking for more. It makes Yu smile widely. His fingers trace along Akira's cheek, noting how soft it is.]

Akira-kun, [Yu sighed heavily, shaking his head,] you seem to like stealing a lot. Because you just stole my thoughts. [His cheeks still feel warm even though he's trying to play it off. Trying to hide it behind a pout.]

I wanted to ask you that first... [With another peck to his lips, Yu nods with a smile-] Yes. Let's go out.

[Oh crap. Yu starts off mentioning how much he likes stealing, and for a moment he thinks that he's done something wrong. He doesn't recall sniping anything from Yu's house, so it can't be that- and then. Oh. The look of worry on his face fades away into a calm, understanding and affectionate smile.]

Since you don't have a shadow, I can't steal your heart through the normal ways.

[His hands are happily clung around Yu's mid, noticing all too well that pout, and equally how incredibly fake it is. Not that he doesn't find it incredibly cute, of course. And then it hits Akira that he's agreed, and it's met with a kiss, and hold on Yu, terribly sorry, but his hand lets go of his back for a second to dig into his pocket and take out his phone.]

Hold on, I need to do something.

[Turning it to camera mode, he takes a picture of Yu laying on top of him, Akira smiling confidently. While he's got this picture, he sends it as a text to the other.

28.5: The day I finally stole his heart.]

Told you. If I'm going down, you're coming with me. Now there's evidence.

[Akira's proceeding chuckle is low, amused. He follows it up with a slow, tangible kiss that makes him forget that he's holding his phone in his hand, because he wants that appendage to be able to hold him again. Not only is he on top of the world for his success against Madarame, he's got a boyfriend to celebrate that with.]

[Akira needs to get used to Yu using expressions like that from now on. When he's sure that no one will hear them, he might mention Akira stealing his heart... and that he's allowed to steal his clothes if he can.

He's confused for a moment, waiting patiently for Akira to finish up whatever he was doing. He couldn't help himself but think it was cute to just mark the moment with a probably unflattering picture of Yu on top of him.]

Hmm... let me see...

[He shifts so he can peer at the screen and chuckled at what he sees.]

It's fine and all but... I have to say it's inaccurate. [After returning the kiss and pecking Akira's lips a few times afterward, he looks him straight in the eye-]

You stole my heart long time ago.

[He has a lot of things to get used to, honestly, everything from the thought of dating another man, down to the affections that he's going to receive. If those kisses were currency, Akira would slowly have to learn to acclimate to a lifestyle of riches.

He lets Yu get a look at what he took, and he grows quiet when he says that it's inaccurate. The other must have felt his heart drop into his stomach because there are more cutely affectionate kisses that splay against his lips in reassurance, and then... Yu says those words that bring a chill down his spine. That sort of thing is downright unfair play in the bedroom, and they've only been together what, 15 minutes?

Akira's hand guides upward to Yu's cheek, touching him softly.]

You can't say those sort of things. Not allowed. It makes me fall for you even more. It makes me want to do this---

[What comes after is a kiss, a soft exhale of air against his lips for a moment of breath in what comes next- a kiss that he share with Yu where his tongue pushes past his lips. Deep, intimate, reserved only for this person who lays on top of his heartbeat like this. It's not practiced, or professional by any means, but it's Akira, and he loves the way that Yu's tongue feels against his own, in a way that he's never been quite this close with anyone in his entire life before.

How it came to be that Akira fell so deeply for Yu, he would never understand completely. It was like a spell cast over him, one that took him in, completely, and left him absolutely helpless to Yu's powers.]

[Catching the smooth thief off guard is something Yu is beginning to enjoy. He has a feeling that this will soon turn into a competition of who will swoop whom the most off their feet. And if Yu is the judge of anything, then he just scored a leading point.

More than happily, he allows Akira to pull him into another kiss. A deeper one. A kiss that sends warmth through his body at incredible speed and almost makes Yu moan into it. Practice or no, he doesn't notice anything at the moment as he's kissing him back, one of his hands cupping Akira's cheek.

He's never felt his breath leave him so fast before this and cheeks set aflame. He might be on top of him, but he feels as if Akira has him in his grasp. And that's an amazing place to be at. He breaks the kiss softly, just to complain-]

Stop... taking my breath away...

[-before diving in for another deep kiss, his body pressing Akira's against the mattress. Yu doesn't like losing control like this, but his boyfriend just loves taunting him.]

[Akira knows that there should be some boundaries in all of this- after all, they've just begun, and there's so much they could learn from each other by taking this slower, but in the same time, he feels like he's driving a semi truck at 160km/hr with a penchant for testing to see if the brakes work right before coming to a cliff's edge. And if they don't work, well, at least the fall will be beautiful.

Breathing becoming ragged, his kissing becomes more urgent, more inline with that careening vehicle, and his heart rate accelerates to match the foot on the gas pedal. It's a small bout of tug-of-war between lips and tongues, not knowing where one begins or the other ends, and he's almost sure that he can barely see anything out of his glasses anymore from them fogging up in the heat between the two.

And as Yu's body presses his into the sheets, it's painfully obvious what this is doing to him- how much it's turning him on, how much he's trying to keep himself together, even as his desires awaken against the interior of Yu's leg. He wants to apologize for it, but there's really... nothing to say he's actually sorry for, as it would be lying, but at least it would have the air of humility.

Speaking of air- he needs a breath, and as he draws away, he breathes a kiss straight down Yu's supple neck, loving each and every way the skin tastes on his own lips.]

Who needs oxygen anyway?

[He smiles, reaching down to adjust himself. Trivial matter, really.]

Think we should cool off a bit? I'm getting... really turned on.... doing this.

[He really got carried away didn't he? Yu could apologize entire night for it but it would be a lie that he didn't enjoy it. Every single second of that kiss was mind numbing and draining him from any coherent thought process, filling his senses with what Yu can describe only as 'Akira'.

Tingles go down his neck and back when he buries his face in his neck, a soft smile slipping on his face. His face is still red- maybe even permanently for the rest of the evening.]

Oh-! Uh, sorry- I... got carried away. [Akira wasn't the only one getting turned on by this whole situation, but it looked like had the most composure out of the two. Which is extremely surprising considering this is Yu. The things that rattle him are few and in between.

He sits up slowly, untangling himself from Akira's hug (he can still feel his hands on his hips though) and tries to pull his shirt over the questionable areas without looking too suspicious.]

We should, um, go eat dinner...? [he offers. Distraction, yes, any kind of it, would be great.]

[His eyes move toward Yu fixing his shirt over the outline of a bulge, eyebrows moving upward a little bit in surprise. He thought he was the one with the problem here, nearly close to dry humping him laying down. But it doesn't stop him from smiling at it, sinfully proud in his own little accomplishment. Then he realizes, that with Yu off of him, he's probably all too visible himself, which turns his smirking into a blank face, opting instead to sit up (that would hide it, right?) and lean a bit forward.]

We should definitely go eat dinner. It's probably getting cold... and you must've put a ton of effort into making it.

[Yes, this is what they should be doing. Akira should be standing up and heading in with him, and they should enjoy a nice time together eating and doing normal, not sexy things to each other.]

Or... we could... keep making out.

[Good job, Akira.]

[The fact that Akira's eyes are freely traveling and noticing things that are -off- is making him squirm a bit. And when Akira sits up, he somehow manages to keep his own poker face in place to match him. Seriously, where is the shy kouhai he ran into at the flower shop? Where's the stuttering and everything?

Not that he minds this confident Akira. But confident Akira is... dangerous. For Yu. Becuase he turns irresistible and he just wants to pin him back down on the bed and turn his lips red from kisses and leave hickeys all over his neck.

He rests his hands on Akira's shoulders, tilting his head at him his 'suggestion'.]

Hmmm... but making out won't cool us off. [Not even if they were making out under the cold shower.]

Are you sure you want to cool off? Because it doesn't sound like you do. [Now it's Yu who's smirking a bit.]

[To be honest, Akira is generally in one of two modes: scheming, or planning to steal stuff (which goes hand in hand with the scheming part). That's not to say that he wasn't getting more and more cocky as their missions went on, for sure, Ryuji whispering in his ear how amazing they all were and how much good they were doing for Tokyo definitely inflated his ego, just a bit. And as he looks at Yu, whose hands are draped around him, it's hard not to let his imagination run wild. The veil and the pretenses were finally lifted; he didn't have to come up with good reasons to see Yu, he could stop by and kiss him, visit him, hold his boyfriend when he wanted to. That sort of power and knowledge is probably the scarier part, because Akira doesn't have nearly as much self control as he ever thought he did.

Yu's smirk, though, is another wild card that he didn't expect to see in his hand. That teasing, unrelenting, beautiful face in front of him, just whispering into his ear to keep going- it has him wrapped up in it. He doesn't have to imagine what Yu smells like when he's this close; he doesn't need to hold the pillow to his face to realize it. He's there. He's there and Akira is just... so happy, for once.

Reaching up, he goes for his glasses, taking them off and leaning forward a bit to rest them on the top of Yu's head playfully, the arms being supported by his ears.]

I don't really want anything but you.

[If Yu can rock something, it's glasses- either wearing them properly or on top of his head. It's just his thing. It makes him smile though and appreciate the sight that got unveiled in front of him. Akira's eyes- constantly hidden behind the glint of his glasses and his bangs. Now the glasses were out of the way and he uses his hands to push the bangs to the side. Akira's eyes are really striking- a true shame he keeps them hidden like that.]

Mmm... [Yu hums softly, tips of his fingers now trailing Akira's cheek and line of his jaw,] You already got me. I told you that. [He smiles and kisses his lips shortly.

He lets go of him and reaches for the glasses and puts them on properly. Pushing them up with his fingers, he grins-] How do I look?

[Look. They're part of his aesthetic. It's fashion. He thinks he looks 100x better with them on, and maybe before coming to Tokyo, he never used to wear them, but he wanted a life change, and what better way to bring that about other than embracing the true inner nerd? Then Yu puts them on properly, and holy shit- he pulls it off a thousand times better than he does, and it has him looking at him like he's practically a new man.]

Hey. Where'd my boyfriend go? Who's this stranger in my lap?

[Smiling, he doesn't give Yu a proper chance to react, going in for another kiss. He's gorgeous- with or without fashion accessories, and although this is a practically a new person in front of him, reborn from the ashes of couture, he isn't fooled for a second.]

You look great. You went from bookworm to sexy librarian.

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