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A few weeks had passed and (y/n) wasn't being harassed anymore. Not by the anonymous photographer, nor her classmates that normally were obsessed with her relationships that she had to other Ultimates. Everything seemed to be returning to normal. With one small exception: Her love life was practically glowing!"Mukuro, there you are!" She wasn't sure why the weird pictures of them had stopped. Maybe her girlfriend's announcement of protection over her spread around. That was the only possible option, seeing as every single classmate of her kept a big distance to her. So again, she wouldn't be able to befriend them.
But she didn't mind. It was quite the opposite: Now her and her newfound friends - and girlfriend - were able to spend time together in peace. After everything had finally calmed down, she also met the Ultimate Soldier's classmates, who were more than surprised by their relationship.
"Yes, I'm sorry for being so late. Junko kept blabbering about some big event of hers." Shrugging, the black haired female laid her arm around the Reserve Course student's shoulders, pulling her closer to her. "Let's get out of this classroom, I can't stand these people." She then said, rolling her eyes.
Whoever dared to look at them immediately received a harsh glare from Mukuro, which caused them to go back to their own business. "Wow, they're really afraid of you. Not that I mind it, I think it's great that you receive so much respect from them! You're so cool!"
Mukuro chuckled from how her girlfriend was speaking of her. 'She seems to be in a really good mood today. Does she have something planned for me?' (Y/n) thought, curiously looking up at the Ultimate Soldier, who still had a really small smile on her face. "What is it?"
Her sudden question caused the (h/c) haired female to look away again. "It's nothing. I just noticed how happy you seem to be today. Did something good happen? Are you planning on doing something mean to me?" Shaking her head, Mukuro lead the female outside, looking around. "That's not it."
"Then what is it?" Her face grew red as soon as Mukuro came closer to her face. "You know, we didn't have our first kiss yet. Junko has been bothering me about it, and it got me thinking. I realized how badly I actually wanted to kiss you."
(Y/n)'s eyes widened, her cheeks growing a dark red. "O-Oh...? Is that so...?" Her girlfriend nodded, placing her hands on her (s/c) cheeks. "Yes. So, if you don't have anything against it?" The Reserve Course student managed to nod while leaning in a little, holding her breath.
"Good." That was the only thing Mukuro said before closing the distance between them, her slightly rough lips placing themselves onto (y/n)'s. Closing her eyes, the (h/c) haired girl found herself enjoying the kiss even more than she first thought she would. If that was even possible.
"Your lips are so soft and just... Seem perfectly fitted for mine..." Mukuro mumbled when they pulled away again, leaning their forehead against each other's. "Thank you... Also... What did you do for the anonymous pictures to stop...?" She couldn't help but smirk a little. "Let's say... I sent them a little message."
"M-Mukuro...! Did you threaten them...?! You can't-" (Y/n) got cut off by another, slightly more passionate kiss. "I can do whatever I want. Especially when it comes to you. If someone's ever putting you in danger, I'll make sure to protect you with everything I have. I love you."
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