Leokusaba deadplate au even tho I'm the only one who ships them:

first pic:

(Blueberry pie)

(Um why is sayakas hair in it???)

(Mukuro: "Leon this is not the bathroom)

Second pic:

Its a close up except I forgot what rody wears so I drew an apron which looks like a dress. I drew Leon in a dress tf😭

Mukuro: "I did it all for you, Leon... I couldn't stand eating so I... ahaha...ha...~"

Live Leon reaction: "Bro tf. We met 6 days ago fym"

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Leon Kuwata opened the door to the classroom, it was Friday afternoon and afterschool cleaning was always a drag.

Usually he and Owada would clean the hallways together, but Mondo was absent, so it was just him in the classroom.

Or at least he thought it was, until he saw his classmate Mukuro Ikusaba dusting the windowsill.

"Oh, hey Ikusaba-Chan." Leon waved to the introverted girl with a smile as he began to scrub the blackboard. For some strange reason Hope's Peak Academy still had them, and they weren't often cleaned.

"Ah, hi Kuwata-Kun." Mukuro smiled, turning to him with a small smile. She began to clean the pencils on the desks, the two continued scrubbing and organising the sections that they were completing in an awkward silence.

It was the third floor of the Academy, and the windows were smudged with finger prints. Kuwata noticed Mukuro began to wipe them with a cloth, which she must have gotten from the supply locker at the back of the room. She was standing on the balls of her feet, struggling to reach a particular spot.

Even though Leon truly wasn't much taller than her - quite short and scrawny for a star athlete - he walked over and silently began to wipe the spot she had been struggling with.

The sun shone brightly down on the two, and they continued to work in silence, not quite awkward though. It was more of a comforting and serene ambience that made the room feel like a more relaxing space.

Leon loved when the sun was golden at this hour, it was only four o'clock, they had only stayed thirty minutes past the bell. Kuwata was fine with it.

Once the window was done, it seemed that the classroom was neat and tidy, Leon thought that if the scene had been in an anime show the tiles would have white sparkling effects.

He walked over to the door, but it wouldn't budge. Some smartass had come around and locked all the doors to the classrooms! Kuwata hadn't stayed that late, how could somebody be so dumb?

"What? What's wrong?" Ikusaba asked, she walked over and tried the door, then she jolted the handle and put her foot against the door and tried to tug it open. It budged, barely. She cursed under her breath.

"How long do you think it'll take? I left my phone in my schoolbag, I can't call anybody." Leon grumbled at his terrible luck. He was going to be late to training, which wasn't neccesarily a bad thing as his cousin Kanon Nakajima had decided to coach his team. It was super creepy, the way that she acted around him, and if any of his friends knew his cousin had a diehard crush on him he would probably never live it down.

Leon tried not to let it bother him, sure she had done some strange things in the past, but he told her to back off. At least she respected that… kind of…

"Well what do we do now? I left my phone at home today, and there's no way we can just reach the floor from the window…" Mukuro looked around, and then pulled up a seat. She sat on the desk propping her feet on the base of the chair.

"I dunno, I guess… we wait." Leon shrugged, he grabbed a chair and pulled it near Ikusaba, sitting on it backwards with his legs out at the sides. He placed his arms on the backrest and rested his chin on them.

With not much else to do, he decided to spark up some conversation with his classmate.

They hadn't often talked, Leon was much better friends with Sayaka Maizono, Mondo Owada, and Chihiro Fujisaki. Occasionally Kiyotaka Ishimaru would join the group, which Leon truly didn't mind. He never really thought about speaking to Ikusaba, who was always in her sisters' shadow.

"So… Ikusaba-Chan…" He didn't know what to say next, his awkward trail-off was recieved with a puzzled glance his way.

"Do you draw?"

It was such an oddly random question, she wasn't the Ultimate Artist, she was a soldier! She wouldn't have time to do something like that with her intense training regimen anyway- "Yes, sometimes. I've picked it up as a hobby."

Leon turned to face her. "Oh, yeah? What kinda stuff?" now that he had asked an icebreaker question, he was genuinely interested in Ikusaba's hobbies, and her life. Leon knew about tough training.

"I often spend time drawing… people… and nature…" She hesitantly replied, smiling when Leon scooted his chair closer.

"Oh, that's cool… do you wanna show me something?"

"Huh? Oh… I don't have any paper…" She looked around the classroom for some, but it seemed that there wasn't any nearby.

"That's okay, how about the blackboard, there's plenty of chalk there." Leon would say 'I'm sure Ishimaru wouldn't mind' but he knew for certain that he would definitely mind. He was a neatfreak.

"Oh… okay, sure…" Mukuro stood up, and Leon faced the board. She started to draw swift strong strokes.

"What're you drawing?" Kuwata smiled. Time was passing by quickly as he watched Mukuro move along the board swiftly. He looked at the clock above her, they'd been stuck for thirty minutes already.

"You'll see!" She grinned softly, turning back to her work.

"So how'd you get into being a Soldier? That's a pretty specific Ultimate." Kuwata began to speak. Mukuro flinched, she paused what she was doing and exhaled slowly.

"I… ran away…" She dropped her hands so they hung limply by her waist. "My family… we went on a holiday in Europe… I ran… and I was adopted into the mercenary group Fenrir… I came back here to see Junko, and because of my talent I was accepted into the academy. And now I'm here, and I don't know what's next for me…" She quickly wiped her eyes and continued to draw on the board. It was a quick action, Leon himself had done it a million times when trying to explain to his parents about Kanon. He noticed it easily.

"Do you… regret it…?" Kuwata asked, he wasn't sure what she would reply with.

"Yes. I regret it every day. I had to become a shadow to strike my enemies… and now it's taken over my life. Every day I feel guilt over my actions, but there's nothing I can do. Those people are gone. It sometimes feel like I too, died on that battlefield." Her voice was soft and quiet, it seemed like she was holding in tears.

"How about you? How did you become a baseballer?" She quickly converted the conversation back to a different path.

"I was enrolled as a kid, I'd never had to work for it, I was a natural…" Kuwata looked out the window, the sun was setting a golden glow inside the classroom.

"Do you regret it?" Ikusaba asked him, Leon was surprised she had done so. He had never thought about it before.

"Sometimes. I just wish that I had something else going for me, so I could quit. The team hates me, and after my cousin volunteered to coach us everything went downhill. Guys were hitting on her in the changerooms, it made me super uncomfortable. Especially because she likes me… she'd favour me and make me even more hated." Kuwata had answered honestly. Almost too honestly. He was embarassed that Kanon Nakajima had a crush on him, he was embarassed to admit the creepy things she had done. She had stalked him on dates… he wasn't ready to share that.

Mukuro whipped her head around. "She… likes you?"

"Yeah, I try to ignore it… she won't go away. I've told her a million times to back off, my parents don't listen- gee why am I even bothering you with all this, sorry I doubt that you want to hear all of that. You probably think I'm weird for her actions…" He shook his head trying to nod it off, but Mukuro had turned to fully face him.

She had finished drawing and walked toward Leon slowly.

"I don't think your weird at all… I get it. Parents not listening… Junko was always in the spotlight, after I went missing I visited them." She explained "I- they… they- they didn't even recognise me…"

Leon stared at her for a long moment.

"The didn't…?" He asked. Mukuro shook her head as she sat on the chair infront of Kuwata.

"No, Leon. They didn't know who I was. I didn't bother trying to explain it, I- I don't know why I even visited, to be honest…" She sighed and looked away, her face turning red as she wiped her eyes.

"I… dyed my hair and grew it out like this, refused to cut it for baseball. My mother…" Leon laughed at the memory "she was so mad, and my dad came home… didn't even recognise me. He thought my cousin was 'round again and that I was her boyfriend." He shook his head, maybe it wasn't a positive memory…

"You don't like baseball, do you?" Mukuro asked, to which Leon shook his head.

"Not at all, I guess we both don't like out Ultimates much. It's dumb that people let a single talent define them… but here we are…" He shrugged it off and met Mukuro's eyes.

They were a light shade of violet, and the sun was dropping beneath the clouds.

Leon looked past the black haired soldier infront of him and stared at the drawing, he got up to inspect it closer.

"This is…" he didn't know how to describe it, Mukuro had drawn him. "it's stunning, Mukuro." He was at a loss for words, she was so talented at what she did.

"It's much easier when you have a subject to work off…" Mukuro smiled and walked up next to Leon staring at her work.

"It looks really good, Mukuro." He turned to face her, a soft smile stretched across his face. Mukuro's eyes widened, she looked beautiful under the golden light.

Leon's breath hitched in his throat as she stepped closer, he didn't stagged backward, he stayed where he was.

His heart began to quicken as she looked up at him.

Leon gulped down his nerves as the distance between them shrunk, he hesitantly moved his arms closer to her. He wasn't sure what he was doing, exactly, but she wasn't saying no.

"Mukuro…-" he began to speak but she stopped him by standing on the balls of her feet, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing him passionately on the lips.

Leon was tense at first, but eventually he fell into it and wrapped his arms around the girl.

They both said nothing, Leon closed his eyes and relaxed as he felt her hands move up to his neck.

When they parted Mukuro's face was red and flushed, and Leon's guess was that his own was looking very similar. He felt his heart beat in his ears as they stayed there for a moment.

Kuwata stared at Ikusaba, her breathing was quick. He felt like he was frozen in place, luckily a sound at the door interrupted him.

The two quickly parted and darted their heads toward the door. Mukuro began to quickly erase what she had previously drawn on the blackboard while Leon opened the door.

He was met with a very apologetic looking Chihiro.

"I'm so sorry Kuwata-Kun! I thought that everybody had left after cleaning!" She buried her head in her hands and began to cry.

"Don't sweat it Fuji-Chan, Mukuro and I were fine, right?" He turned his head over his shoulder to look at Mukuro who nodded.

"Y-Yeah it's fine, Chihiro." She managed to get her words together.

"I'm so sorry for the trouble, if you need I can walk you home?"

But Leon shook his head at the request. "It's alright, go home Fuji-Chan." He smiled at her as she bowed apologetically and rushed down the empty coridoor.

Kuwata walked outside the classroom and grabbed his bag.

"I'm calling my mum to come pick me up, do you want her to drop you off at your place?" Leon asked while scrolling for the contact on his phone.

"It's alright, I can walk from here." Mukuro smiled and brushed her shoulder past him. He gently grabbed her hand to stop her.

"Mukuro…" Leon bit the inside of his cheek as she turned around to face him. "Thankyou for today…"

"No problem. Talk soon Kuwata." She smiled and waved, but he could already see that her face was turning a bright shade of red.

Leon felt his own start to flush, as he placed the back of his hand on it to cool it down.

He had just kissed Mukuro Ikusaba.

Leon smiled to himself as he closed the door to the classroom. He was glad that the room had been locked.

He was glad that he had stayed After Hours.

The End :)

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