"Love is anything but blind" Akira Fudo x reader [COMPLETE]

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"Lines drawn in the sand
Keep the sun at your back
Keep your feet firmly planted in the sky
Just ride"
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"Let me take you home." Akira huffed as the two strided into the lot of Ryo's home. Y/n glanced at Akira, taking a moment to appreciate how tall he had become. His arms were toned, his jaw line sharp.

"I don't want to go anywhere with you. I'll walk." She snapped, crossing her arms. It took her but a moment to realize the bit of muscle mass she had gained. We're all Devilmen built like this?

"Why are you so pissy all of a sudden?" He growled, pulling the keys to his new motorcycle out of his pocket.

"Since a fucking demon entered my body and made me fuck one of my friends!" She barked, shoving her finger harshly into his chest. Something in Akira didn't like the way she was yelling at him. More of an instinct and less of an emotion. One of his lanky hands came up to grasp her neck. Not hard enough to put pressure on it, but just enough to poise her chin upwards and give her defiant glare his full attention.

"Be quiet. You're not human anymore, so get over it. Now get on the damn bike." He growled. Her pulse was rapid against his hand as she stared him down. At this angle, he could see every small feature in her face. Every little detail that made her as pretty as she was. Her nimble hands frayed out gently on his hard chest. Leaning in, it was the drawn out wiff of that sweet smell that made Akira's eyes roll back.

"GAH GET ON THE BIKE DAMNIT!" He yelled, letting her go as he tried to keep his composure.

She smelled really good.
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"Do you see those two? It's like they sprung up over night."

Y/n ignored the faint whispers as she walked at Miki's side, Akira on her left.
"Wow, I guess I'm the shortest now, huh?" Miki asked lightheartedly, trying to diffuse the obvious tension between her two friends. What had happened to them?

"Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow with a crazy growth spurt too." She chuckled. Y/n faked a smile, ruffling the brunette's hair, making her blush.

"There's no need. You're already perfect Miki."
The short girl smiled, her face fully red. Y/n looked over her head at Akira, who was glaring her down. Y/n smirked, wrapping her arm around Miki's waist just to piss him off.

At lunch, she sat at the table across from him, watching him as he downed every rice bowl passed to him by a blushing female. She groaned at the way they fawned and screamed around him, the noise was annoying to her sensitive ears.

Y/n's blood stilled when his sharp eyes met her own.

"Y/n." His voice, soft yet solid, traveled through the cafeteria. It was accompanied the deafening silence he created.

"Wanna join me?" He smirked, lifting one of the girl's bowl in her direction. Y/n rolled her eyes, but nevertheless she stood from her tabled and strided to his. Snatching the bowl from his hand, she plopped down into his lap, enjoying the jealous glares she received from the girls surrounding the table as she shoved rice in her mouth.

It was delicious.
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"Go Miki!" Y/n yelled halfheartedly from the stans of the track field. She was swung lazily over the seats, next to Miki and Akira's bags.

"You look bored." A gruff voice stated. Y/n looked to her side, watching as a tall male sat down next to her.

"And you look interesting." She replied. He smelled human enough.

"I'm Isuki, Asame."

"Y/n L/n" y/n sat up, sitting on the bench correctly so she could get a good look at his face. He was your normal tall dark haired guy, but there was an edge to him that she liked.

The side of her neck burned. She could literally feel Akira boring holes into her as she conversed with Asame.
"You're really pretty." He said suddenly.
"You're not too bad yourself." She smirked. Reaching into the pocket of her jacket, she dug around until she found a marker. She popped the top with her teeth and scribbled her number across his collarbone.

"You should text me sometime." She purred, nipping at the skin just under his jaw. Standing up, she grabbed her friend's bags and left Asame there to ogle in shock.

"Woah y/n, he's cute." Miki mumbled oddly. Y/n could smell something weird coming off of her, but alas she couldn't tell what.

"Horny much?" Akira grumbled in her ear as she handed him his bag.

"We literally got suspended today because you couldn't keep your dick out of my stomach. I don't wanna hear shit." She growled back.

"Miki, do you mind if I borrow Akira today for a bit? We have a.... friend to visit." She asked politely, watching Miki's face drop a bit.

"Oh sure, I don't mind."

"You're a doll. See ya tomorrow." Y/n smiled, placing her hand on Miki's shoulder and giving a small pat before leaving with Akira reluctantly at her side.

Miki watched her leave with a sigh.
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