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Let Yuuto give you kisses | accepting┗ Number Generated: 13 - Stomach Kiss

        IT’S HOT, NEAR PAINFULLY SO, the problem only furthered by the fact that the Kurosaki’s air conditioner is currently broken —– Shun is working on fixing it, the house silent aside from the distant rattling of tools and soft swearing —– leaving them all sweating and irritable. They’ve stripped off what they can, Ruri sprawled across the sofa on her back in shorts and a sports bra, an ice pack on her forehead while Yuuto lays on top of her, partially, body situated between her legs with the side of his head pressed against her stomach in naught but boxer shorts; shun keeps checking on them from time to time, Yuuto unsure if it’s to make sure they haven’t totally melted or if it’s because he worries what two teenagers in their underwear might be up to, but it doesn’t matter either way —– they’ve been in this exact position for three hours; if anything was going to happen, it would have by now. 

        ❛ Yuuto. ❜ He hears Ruri call him, tired and quiet and he offers a lame ‘ mmn? ‘ in response, cracking his eyes open slightly as head shifts to stare in the direction the sound came from. He can’t see her face from the angles they’re both at, but it’s fine; he doesn’t think he needs do for whatever it is she needs him for. ❛ My ice pack melted. ❜ It’s a whine and he huffs a laugh out against her stomach, rolling himself so he’s sitting up a little more, arms on either side of Ruri’s torso and body pushed up to stare at her. ❛ What do you want me to do about it? ❜ ❛ Get me a new one. ❜ Another laugh and he puts his chin back down against her stomach, ❛ Ask Shun to do it. He’s already up. ❜ ❛ He’s busy! And he got it the last two times! It’s your turn! ❜ ❛ Or your own turn, Ruri. ❜ She whines at him again, an incoherent string of sounds; he responds by tilting his head down to press a kiss to her belly button. 

        ❛ Hey! That tickles! ❜ He hears her protest and really that’s the opposite of a deterrent, an incentive really to continue what he was doing; she’s just signed herself up for this torture. He smiles, mischief in the quirk of his lips as he begins peppering little kisses along her stomach, laughing and pushing against her leg when she tries to kick him off, and it’s when she attempts to push against his head that he changes his tactics —– raspberries now, blown against her skin as his hands move to tickle her sides and the previous quiet that had taken hold of her home is now replaced with squeaks and squeals of laughter and loud, giggly demands for him to stop. 

        —– WHICH HE DOES, SUDDENLY, upon feeling Shun’s hand smack him in the back of his head rather roughly and he lets out a disgruntled huff at the same time as Ruri’s delighted ‘ Shun! ‘ and the motion of thrusting a bag of melted ice at her brother, giggles still falling from her lips. 

        ❛ Air conditioning is fixed. ❜ Shun offers calmly as he takes what Ruri hands to him without complaint, eyebrows raised slightly at Yuuto who merely scrunches his nose at him, sitting up and allowing Ruri to scoot back into a seated position, legs crossing —– though not before she makes sure to jab Yuuto in the side with her toes. ❛ Hey! ❜ He protests, attempting to move back as Ruri merely inches forward to jab him again and apparently it’s his turn to suffer, which he deems unfair ( it’s perfectly fair ), leaping from the couch and bolting around the other side of the coffee table. She follows suit, and it takes all of five seconds before they’re both chasing each other around the house, jabbing each other in the sides whenever they get close enough before bolting away again, laughing hysterically as the house cools down around them. 

        THE CITY IS BEING TORN apart around him, the sounds of voices raised in rebellion echoing through streets now littered with broken glass and knocked over trashcans; it’s a scene both familiar and not so, the call for revolution something he hears himself with each pained thud of his heart but the reasons, the enemy, are entirely different ----- though not far apart, proximity wise, their Tops hiding away inside the city and his Academia slithering about somewhere like the snakes they are. Perhaps he’d care more for their cause if not for a larger threat that lurks in the shadows, ignored by the ignorant minds of Commons & Tops alike, and there’s a low swear that falls from his lips as another corner is rounded, finding naught but more leftover destruction. 

        ❛ Dammit ----- where are you? ❜ COWARDS the word booms in his mind for but a fraction of a second, quickly replaced by something else: BLOOD HOUNDS. Not hiding, searching, this is not an invasion, not yet. It’s not a thought of comfort, stomach already dropping at the thought of losing Yuzu & Selena ( their targets, he knows it ) to the Devil. ❛ Selena! Yuzu! ❜ Names are his targets now, wishing to find them before the Academia does ( they won’t be another Yuuto, another Ruri; he can protect them, he can protect them ) and the voices of the poor get more distant, drowned out by each hard step he makes upon pavement, each stuttering heartbeat. Right, left left, straight, right ----- down streets, through alleys, a single summoned Raid Raptor scanning the city from the skies and he feels the sense of urgency increasing as familiar shade of blue is spotted a street over. 

        ❛ Where are they?! ❜ Words spill from his mouth with an unfiltered rage, a venom tainting each syllable as he races forward, expecting resistance, expecting sneers and taunts and the same fucking laughter that he hears in his dreams that seems to promise he’ll never truly rest. But that isn’t what he gets, not at all; he finds hesitation, on his end, feet skidding to a halt as soldier turns and face is registered, recognized, breath catching in his throat and there’s a moment for which time seems to stop, hues of amber locking with familiar amethyst. She’s here, she’s alive, she’s okay, but she’s... The uniform that she’s adorned herself with leaves the taste of bile at the back of his throat, PANIC flooding his veins as eyes widen and lips part to offer a questioning, disbelieving,