The apartment buzzed with life, the hum of companionship blending with the sounds of button-mashing from the living room and the rhythmic whir of a blender in the kitchen. Sunlight filtered through half-drawn curtains, casting a warm glow on the scene. The kitchen, usually pristine, was now a chaotic mix of ingredients scattered across the counter as Choji and Akame worked together—or rather, Choji worked chaotically while Akame supervised.
Choji, ever the picture of impulsive energy, was mid-pour, his tongue poking out slightly in concentration as he added a questionable combination of ingredients to the blender: half a banana, a generous handful of blueberries, and what could only be described as an unnecessary amount of honey. Akame, standing beside him, observed his every move with a mix of amusement and mild apprehension. Every so often, she'd lean in, her delicate fingers adjusting a measuring cup or gently nudging his hand to steady his overenthusiastic pouring.
"Maybe ease up on the honey?" she suggested, her voice soft but firm.
Choji grinned, tossing in an extra pinch of blueberries as if to counterbalance her restraint. "Honey makes everything better, Akame-chan. Trust me, this smoothie's gonna be legendary!"
"Legendary for all the wrong reasons," she teased, a small laugh escaping her lips.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Yuta and Togame were locked in a fierce battle on the console. Yuta's face was a mask of determination as he furiously mashed buttons, his character delivering a series of brutal combos on-screen. Togame, however, was barely paying attention. His sharp eyes kept flicking toward the kitchen, narrowing slightly each time Akame's laughter rang out. The sight of her leaning in close to Choji, her smile soft and genuine, sent an unfamiliar heat coursing through him.
"Hey, focus!" Yuta barked, his elbow jabbing Togame in the ribs as his character took a critical hit. "You're supposed to be helping me win, not daydreaming about whatever's happening in there."
Togame grunted, his fingers tightening around the controller. "I'm focused," he muttered, though his gaze betrayed him as it drifted once again toward Akame.
Back in the kitchen, Choji held up a finger dramatically. "Now, Akame, behold my masterpiece!" he declared, slamming the blender's lid down—or so he thought—and pressing the button without hesitation.
The blender roared to life.
The lid—forgotten in Choji's haste—flew off, and the contents exploded upward in a spectacular display. A torrent of bright red smoothie splattered across the counters, cabinets, and both of them. Akame let out a startled yelp as she shielded her face, while Choji froze, wide-eyed, as the chaos unfolded.
For a moment, there was only stunned silence. Then, Akame's lips quirked upward, and she burst into laughter, her voice warm and unrestrained. Choji, still dripping smoothie, broke into a grin and joined her, unfazed by the sticky mess.
"Hey, look at it this way—we've just invented wearable smoothies!" Choji quipped, swiping a glob of red off his shirt.
Akame giggled, reaching for a paper towel. "Or you've just invented the messiest kitchen in history."
But before she could wipe her cheek, Choji leaned in with a mischievous glint in his eye. Without warning, he licked the splatter from her cheek with an exaggerated flourish. Akame froze, her cheeks flaming as her brain scrambled to process his audacity.
The timing couldn't have been worse. From the living room, Yuta and Togame turned their heads just in time to catch the act.
"What the hell, Choji?!" Yuta barked, leaping off the couch, his brotherly instincts kicking in.
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SUB ROSA | Wind Breaker
Fanfiction❝ She was like light slipping through the cracks-out of place, yet impossible to ignore.❞ Akame finds herself in a world that was never meant for her, a quiet contrast to Furin's chaos. But in a place that challenges her at every turn, she begins to...
