𝒟𝒶𝓌𝓃 || 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓴 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔁 𝓞𝓒

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Akira woke to a cacophony of raucous male voices from downstairs. For a blissful moment, she forgot that she wasn't in her room, in the Sakamaki mansion, and that the triplets were all crouched at the foot of her bed waiting to pounce.

The sheets beneath her weren't hers. The room was unfamiliar as well. Akira ran a hand over her chest. Her stiff uniform had been swapped for a fluttery cotton frock cinched under the breasts, much like what she would have worn at home. When and how? She vaguely recalled falling asleep in Ruki's arms. 

Stupid. Leaving yourself so vulnerable in front of a man.

Her harsh regret mellowed as she realised there was no foreign scent on her skin. No fingerprints in the wrong places or bruises, either. Ruki hadn't touched her... Akira felt relieved. Once again, her door was unlocked. She may have decided to stay, but she wasn't about to admit that their actions were starting to have her garner faith in them. They were still after her blood. The smell of food drew her attention. She hadn't eaten in awhile. With the lights on in the corridor she was able to find her way to the dining room. The racket got louder as she approached.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Akira pushed open the ornate wooden French-doors and poked her head in.

"Don't just take the last tempura!" shouted Yuma. He stood at the table holding a fork with said tempura over his head. "Don't you know the definition of 'equal shares'???"

Kou leaned back in his chair. "Hmph. It's first come, first served!" He leapt up and dove for the fried prawn.

Yuma raised it higher, standing on tiptoe so that Kou couldn't reach it. He glance over at Asuza, meekly nibbling on lettuce beside him. "Hey, Asuza. Are you sure you don't want it? You didn't eat much..." Asuza looked at his plate. 

"I'll take it...if you're giving it to me..."

Yuma rolled his eyes as Kou retuned to his seat, pouting. "That's not what I asked. Just tell me if you want it or not!"

Asuza paused to think for a moment. "Umm....okay...I want it..." Yuma huffed and laid the tempura on his plate. "Jeez."

"What do I keep telling you?" Ruki entered, carrying a plate laden with more tempura. "No ruckus at the dinner table." He set the platter down, which Kou immediately beelined for. "You should have told me theres more!" He picked one up with his fort and stuck the whole thing into his mouth, groaning in content. Yuma slapped his hand hard. "Don't take it before the rest of us get any!" He tuned to Asuza. "Don't just sit there! Eat before Kou eats it all."

Ruki looked up and spotted Akira lingering at the door. The rest of the boys went silent as well. Ruki's gaze ran over her in the shift, almost approvingly. Akira suddenly felt self-conscious. "You come and eat, too."

Seated at the table, Akira studied the food on her plate, then gazed at Ruki curiously. "You made this?" It tasted surprisingly decent on her palate.

"What if I did?" He asked nonchalantly, biting into one of the tempura.