Akuma has always been the good kid, but he has a dark past, what will happen when his rival discovers his secrets?
Nikolai has always lived stress-free, what will happen when someone attacks him? Only to be saved by the boy he's learned to hate?
Fuck him. Fuck Akuma. And fuck the world for making me like him. Right now I felt like strangling the shit out of him. He blew me off, twice. On top of that the second time was because of some obssessed ex, I was already mentally drained because of my fight with Micheal, and the fact that's so late -half an hour until 11pm- now Akuma's blowing me off for god knows what reason. I was sick and tired of getting attached to people when they didn't feel the same attraction towards me.
I slammed the bowl on the counter making the cookie batter slosh around. "What did the cookies do to you?" a voice said to my left, I looked over to see Luna leaning against the counter near the cook book. "What do you want," I said "What's going on between you and Akuma?" she asked, I looked away from her, "I dont want to talk about it" I grumbled getting kitchen foil to cover the bowl so I could put it in the freezer to chill (A.N: I actually searched up a cookie recipe lmao) "Be patient with Akuma, please. He's not- how do I say this? He's not good at registering human emotions, he thinks differently from the rest of us," Luna said "Don't get me wrong, I'm not calling him an idiot or anything. That, would make no sense, but just don't take everything he does to heart, he doesn't mean to hurt anyone, sometimes he just doesn't notice that he has," I stared at Luna blankly. "Why is he like that?" I asked, Luna shrugged, "The only person who might even have the slightest idea of that is Mika, and she refuses to tell anyone what happened to him, she just says something changed him," she said, "Where is he right now?" I said, "He went on a mission, I told him I would talk to you, he seems....kinda lost? I guess? Like he doesn't know how to make the situation better," Luna explained. I nodded slowly, trying process everything. Luna went back to the living room, I went to my room, going on my Instagram, I'd followed Akuma after we became...whatever we are, I opened his account going on his most recent post:
Devils_heir
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New sketch, thought I'd try out portraits, #sketch #drawings #artist
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@Luna_Embr Show off, wait till I get back into it
-@Devils_heir Yeah, yeah all bark and no bite
@Elli_4life Should show 'em to your bf -_-
-@Devils_heir What bf???
-@Elli_4life Niko 😏
I blushed at Elliot's reply, did they really think of me as his boyfriend? I heard sharp knocks on my door, "Come in!" I said, Akuma poked his head in, he saw me and came in "Hi" he said shyly, which surprised me, even back when I bullied him he never seemed scared or shy, it was quite weird to see this side of him. "Hi, need something?" I answered getting up from my bed, Akuma walked over to me before pulling me into a hug, my mind took a second to register what was happening, "Is this your way of apologising?" I asked, a small smile making it's way onto my face. Aluma nodded, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, I shivered as I felt his warm breath on my skin, "I can give you the attention you wanted now," he mumbled. I shook my head, "No that's ok, but I did want to know something," I said, pulling out of the hug, Akuma gave me a puzzled glance before sitting on my bed, "I can answer it, but that depends on the question," he said. "Why don't you tell me about your childhood?" I inquired, Akuma's eyes darkened, his whole mood changing. "What did Luna tell you?" he said, coldly. "J-just that y-you don't um... register emotions the same way as the r-rest of us..." I said, cursing myself for stuttering, Akuma ran his hand through his hair, "It's not exactly true, but it's not completely wrong either," he said. "Please tell me," I insisted, Akuma's eyes flicked away, his jaw tightening as if the whole topic had struck a nerve. He exhaled slowly through his nose, the air between us feeling suddenly heavier. "It's not something I talk about," he said flatly. I watched him carefully, sensing the wall he was starting to put up. "I figured," I replied, keeping my tone steady "But I wasn't asking for the polished version. I wanted to hear it from you," his expression darkened, and for a moment, I thought he might snap at me. Instead, he just stared, his fingers clenching slightly where they rested on the bed. "You're digging into something you don't understand," he said quietly, almost a warning. "I'm trying to," I shot back, my voice firmer than I intended, "Look, I'm not asking to fix you or whatever. I just..I don't know what to make of you sometimes," Akuma's gaze sharpened, and a muscle in his jaw twitched, "What does that mean?" I hesitated, feeling the weight of his stare. "It means you're not easy to read. One minute you're fine, and the next you're...I don't know. Distant, like you're not even in the room anymore. It happens a lot, even in class or just around the school, but it seems more frequent since we moved into our dorms," his lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn't answer right away. The silence between us stretched, uncomfortable and heavy, but I didn't back down. If anything, his resistance only made me more determined to break through. "What do you want me to say?" he asked finally, his voice low but carrying an edge. "That I'm fucked up? That I don't think like you do?" "No, that's not it." I said, feeling my frustration rise. "I don't need you to say that. I need you to stop acting like it's not obvious," Akuma's eyes flashed, and for the first time, his calm façade cracked. "You think you know me?" he asked, his tone sharper now "You think just because you're asking, I owe you an explanation?" I held his gaze, refusing to flinch under the weight of his words. "No, but I'm not walking away either. You want to keep pushing everyone out, fine, but don't expect me to pretend like I don't see it." For a moment, the tension between us felt like it might snap, the air thick with everything unsaid. Akuma's expression was tight, his hands balled into fists now, but he didn't move. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle to keep whatever was buried deep inside from surfacing. "I didn't ask for your help," he muttered, but his voice lacked the bite it had before. "I know," I replied quietly. "But you're getting it anyway," he looked at me, his expression unreadable, but there was a flicker of something there. Something raw and unresolved. We stood there in the silence, the tension crackling between us, neither of us willing to give ground. Akuma got up, and left the room, I released a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. I really wanted to figure him out, but he was making it so, fucking, difficult.
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Getting a bit ansgty ain't it? Of course being the hitman he is Akuma has to have a dark past. For all we know it could be worse then what happened with Niko and his fucked up father.
Also, credits to Rana Nahad on Pinterest for the photo (Guess the idol in it)
