Akame walked up the stairs with measured ease, the taste of cherry still lingering on her tongue, the lollipop lazily rolling between her lips. Behind her, a few steps back but ever-present, Kaji followed. He wasn't close enough to draw suspicion, but close enough to remind her he was there. Close enough for her to still feel the weight of his touch lingering on her skin.
By the time she reached the top, her mask was back on. The nonchalant, unbothered, untouchable air of Akame Fushiguro settled in place, smooth and practiced, the very picture of someone who absolutely had not just been begging to be ruined.
She strolled past the Bofurin boys with effortless grace, her expression neutral, the lollipop in her mouth making her look both innocent and entirely too smug.
It aggravated Yuta immediately.
Not just because he was her brother, not just because he could read her better than anyone, but because he saw who was walking behind her.
Kaji.
Yuta and Kaji were civil now—not friends, not close, but civil. Mostly because Akame had forced them into it. Yuta had no say in the matter. She had made her decision about who she allowed in her life, and Kaji, whether Yuta liked it or not, was not going anywhere.
The two boys nodded in greeting, acknowledging each other with the bare minimum of effort.
"Happy birthday," Kaji said, as indifferent as ever.
"Thanks." Yuta gave a short nod, as stiff as ever.
(Luckily, none of the boys on the balcony had seen what had just happened between her and Kaji. None of them had been watching. But little did she know—Tsubakino and Kotoha had front-row seats from the empty dance floor below. And Kotoha, utterly incapable of keeping things to herself, was practically vibrating with excitement as she squealed into Tsubakino's shoulder.)
"Oh my god, that was so hot," Kotoha whispered, her grip on Tsubakino borderline painful.
Tsubakino for once was in disbelief. Yes, it was hot. But who the hell was that?
Meanwhile, back on the balcony, Akame smirked.
"Finally back to reality?" she teased, her gaze flickering toward her brother, then toward Choji—who was currently being his typical, ridiculous self with Togame.
Yuta immediately stiffened.
"Shut up," he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, his face already betraying him with the way his ears were turning red.
Akame's smirk deepened.
Too easy.
"I need your help with something," Yuta muttered under his breath, his voice smaller than usual, as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from Kaji and the others.
Interesting.
Akame followed without protest, letting Yuta drag her toward a quieter corner of the lounge. Whatever this was, it had to be serious.
And then—he said it.
"I think I like Choji."
Akame blinked once.
Then twice.
And then, a slow, knowing smile stretched across her lips.
"No shit, Sherlock."
Yuta groaned immediately, dragging a hand down his face. "Can you not?"
"I like Choji too," she teased, voice deliberately innocent.
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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...
