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"Are you sure there isn't anything you want me to do?" [Name] asks Lloyd, sitting outside of his bedroom. He has locked himself inside. It was very cute and childish. But it was kind of her fault. Maybe, she shouldn't have commented on the scales. But she loves them! They are so cute. And they are a part of him. And she loves all of him. 

"Y-yeah," Lloyd says from the other side of the door. He shudders, looking at himself in the mirror. Bright red eyes. Fangs poking his bottom lip. Green scales on his neck, travelling down his back. And he's moulting too?! He hasn't moulted since he was a kid. Since he went through puberty. Why does her voice sound so heavenly right now? "I-I..." Does he want her close? No, he needs her close.

"Do you want me to get your dad?" [Name] questions, pressing her ear against the wooden door. Not that she can hear anything useful. The rooms are sound proof. A perk for living with ninja who all have advanced hearing. "Or your uncle? Or anyone? Do you want me to find your mother? She'll know what to do, right?" 

Figuring out that Lloyd is in heat was not something [Name] was planning to do today. She didn't even know dragons went in heat. But then again, she didn't even know dragons were real until a few months ago. He showed her his dragon tattoo and explained his lineage to her. But the only pressing question on [Name]’s mind at that point was if her and Lloyd’s kids would come into the world as eggs or not. 

Today, they were training but she noticed Lloyd was cracking his bones a lot more and he seemed to be more irritated, when he started boxing. He then took off his top because he felt hot and bothered. And that’s when [Name] noticed the scales. 

"Uh, no..." Lloyd mutters, noticing his tail come out. It wiggles in anticipation, Lloyd flexing his hands. And now his claws are out. Great. This is so great. Could this get any worse? "Could...could you come in?" Why did he say that? Why did he just say that?! He panics, diving under his blanket as he matches sure to hide every new addition of him. 

"Of course," [Name] turns the handle of the door, opening it slightly. "I'm coming in now, okay?" She slips in the crack of the door, closing it behind her. Her eyes narrow, adjusting to the lack of light in the room. [Name] raises her hand, little shimmers of stars scattering around the room, brightening it up. The elemental master of stars, ladies and gentlemen. She looks around before noticing a lump on Lloyd's bed. "Hey, handsome," [Name] hears something like a purr, making her let out a small laugh. "Can I sit on your bed?"

"Yes," She hears in the tiniest voice. Oh, he is so cute. She sits down, looking at the lump. 

"Would cuddling help?" She asks the lump, drumming her fingers against the bed cover. "Even though you are way warmer than me, I could make you being hot a bit bearable?"

"Uh..." Lloyd starts, from under the blanket. Would that be a good idea? His face scrunches up, his hands flexing. "I'm not sure touching me would help-I mean you touching me-" Why can’t he speak? His stuttering has never been this bad before. "I mean, not that I don't want you to touch but...I do not trust my mind right now,"

"Hey," [Name] laughs. "Trust me. Trust my mind. I am the smarter one out of the two of us," She watches as the lump moves underneath the blanket, hearing a small chuckle. He would always trust her. "Open up the blanket. I will not look at you and just lie down and you'll cuddle me from behind,"

Lloyd lets out a small sigh, closing his eyes. 

"Okay," Lloyd whispers, opening up the blanket. [Name] takes off the hoodie she is wearing, which is Lloyd's favourite green one. It's even more loved by him because she is the one who wears it. She lies in the blanket with her head peaking over it. And she is facing away from her boyfriend. Lloyd's hands find her waist with ease and he pulls her in close. He plays with the fat of her waist, kneading it. Why does she smell so good? Fuck. She’s so pretty. And she’s all his. Mate. Lloyd's eyes open and widen at the word, echoing in his brain. Mate? Mate her? Now? In this state? Oh, no. No. No. No.

"Hey, Lloyd...?" [Name] gets his attention, the dragon-oni hybrid massaging her the fat on her waist much slower. "Are these claws?" 

"Oh, uh...yeah..." He sighs. He might as well tell her everything else he's acquired in this state. "I've also got fangs, moult scars, red eyes and a tail,"

"A tail?!" [Name] repeats, excited. Even though they don't depend on their hearts anymore to see their emotions, the heart on Lloyd's wrist is buzzing a bright yellow. "Let me see. I want to see it. Can I see it? Can I turn over? I want to see it. Please, let me see it. Please," He could never say no to her. But this is so embarrassing. "Please?"

Lloyd groans internally. 

"You can feel it?" Lloyd suggests. "I'm too embarrassed for you to turn around to see it,"

"I'm comfortable with anything you are," [Name] starts before pausing. "How do I feel if I'm not going to turn around?"

"Uh...hold on," Lloyd backs away from [Name] slightly, twisting his tail towards her. It wraps around her thigh, giving it a small squeeze as [Name] lets out a small gasp of shock. "I’m sorry, I-"

"No, no!" She laughs. "It’s okay. It just scared me a little bit. I’m fine," Lloyd sighs out in relief, hearing her words. So everything seems to be going well now. "Can I ask questions about it?"

"Y-yeah, pretty," Lloyd stutters as his eyebrows furrow. He holds back a moan, moving closer to [Name]. Maybe, putting one of the most sensitive parts of his body in between his girlfriend's thighs wasn't such a good idea. But it's so warm and comfortable. And it’s all his. "Ask me anything you want," 

"Can you turn into a full dragon?" [Name] questions, absentmindedly touching the scales on the tail. It makes a nice pattern. Lloyd begins to purr, making the blond bite his lip to stop the sounds from exiting his mouth. He didn’t know he would do that. He didn' t know he could purr. "Or do you just have dragon-like features instead?"

"Uh...my dad said I could m-maybe," Lloyd says. focus on completing the response. Why does it feel so good when she does that? She's only trying to make him feel better. But now he feels horny and disgusted with himself. "Fuck," he mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'd have to, uh..."

"Are you okay?" [Name] lifts her hands from his tail gently. "Should I stop touching you?"

"No, I-I don’t want you to stop," He mutters, rubbing his head against her back. "You just…you smell really nice and you’re soft and you’re really pretty and just feel so disgusted with myself and-"

"Hey…" [Name] says gently, rubbing the tail again. "You’re not allowed to feel disgusted with yourself,"

"But I’m…" He’s hard. That’s what he wants to say. No. He needs to calm down. He is a ninja. She came here to help him. He is not going to take advantage of that. "I’m not in control of my thoughts,"

"What-"

"Can-can you face me?" He interrupts, [Name] nodding as she turns so she is facing him. She smiles, taking her hand and putting it on his cheek. 

"Hi," She whispers. 

"Hi," He leans forward, pressing his forehead against hers. "I can feel everything with these new abilities. And it scares me. It scares me so much, I-I’m scared I’m going to hurt someone or do something I didn’t meant to and I-"

"Hey," [Name] starts, nuzzling her nose against his. Dragons apparently nuzzle snouts together to show trust and companionship. "You won’t do any of those things. I trust you completely,"

"Because I’m the elemental master of life?"

How the slightest shift in your attitude could turn him into a whiney, teary mess.

How a desperate ‘please mama’ and a tug at your leg would have you folding like laundry fresh out the dryer.

You tried to stay strong and stand firm on denying him pleasure after his stunt last week. You had lasted until Friday night when he all but sobbed at your feet.

“I-I can’t! Please mommy, I’m so sorry! I won’t do it again I promise just please touch me!!” His body shook with heavy breaths as his tears stained your ankles. “I’ll do anything, I swear!”

And he looked so pretty and it turned you on so much to have someone like Kim Mingyu, tall, buff, gym rat to be sobbing over the lack of love he was getting.

“Look at you, Gyu…you look like a slut. Can’t even last the weekend without getting your rocks off.” Your fingers found themselves in his hair and tugged hard, forcing his eyes on you.

A broken plea of your name fell like honey from his lips and you could feel your heart break.

“Oh baby. Come here, papa.” You let go of his hair, instead cradling his cheeks as you connected your lips in a soft kiss.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you…” He mumbled against your skin before you shush him and tell him to stand.

“Look so pretty when you cry, Gyu. How can I resist you?”

You guide him to lay beside you as he chases your lips, every whine growing in pitch with every second you’re not connected.

“Be patient or I’ll change my mind. You got it?”

“Yes mommy.” His eyes start to water again s he watches you straddle him, the front of his sweatpants bunched up against his cock, doing nothing to soothe his aching erection.

“Oh I can feel you, Gyu. You’re so hard oh my god.” You press your hips down and grind against his length, the pressure forcing a pornographic moan from his throat.

You can tell he’s fighting the urge to touch you, to rip your clothes off and bounce you on his cock like it will save planet earth.

“Mommy! Ughhh pleaseee!”

“Oh don’t tell me my needy boy is gonna cum already?”

“Yes yes yes! Fuck yes!”

You watch as his eyes roll back and his abs clench as he spills in his pants.

“Good boy.” Your fingers wipe the tears from his cheeks as he comes back down.

You murmur soft praise against his swollen lips as he kisses you, humming when you lick at his top lip and invade his mouth with your tongue.

It was almost too much. The warmth of your mouth of his, taking the lead of course. Your tongues dancing together after so long, he could cry (again). The slow almost torturous roll of your hips against his still hard cock.

“I- mmm- I missed you..” He whimper as your kisses start to travel down his jaw and onto his neck.

“I know, papa.” You smile against his skin as you feel his length twitch from under you. “What could you ever do without me?”

Mingyu shakes his head as you start to pull at his sweats and reveal the mess he made.

Cum smeared on his boxers and still leaking out of his tip. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” He gasps as you take him by the base and start to stroke.

“It’s okay, Gyu. You couldn’t help it. It’s been so long since mama has taken care of you, hmm?”

You shift your body lower as he nods and watches as you lick his release off of his skin and spit it back over his length.

The groan he lets out is music to your ears as you take him into your mouth.

“Oh! Please! I can’t, I-I-“ His legs twitch as his arms come up to cover his teary eyes.

His whining and groaning only grows louder as you suck on his tip and stroke him faster.

He swears and whines and begs you to have mercy because how could he cum again so fast.

But you know him and you know his body, and before you can pop him out of your mouth and tell him to shut up, he’s cumming down your throat, crying so hard he feels his stomach start to cramp.

And within a horrifically short amount of time, earth fell victim to the greatest mass extinction since the impact of the meteor that set a chain reaction in motion that had killed off the dinosaurs. 98% of the 8 billion humans on earth had succumbed to either the virus, the violence of their own kind or nature, leaving behind a still numerous yet desperate 160 000 000 that tried their best to survive in this new, horrific world that they had to accept as their new reality.

And [Last Name] was one of those who had managed to adapt. Though instead of joining a community and fighting alongside others, she chose a life on her own, up in the mountains, in an old abandoned shed her grandfather had built many decades ago. Away from the gang-wars, away from Infection Hotspots, and most importantly, out of the Baron’s area of interest.

She had decided to deal with the tragedy by laying low, rolling up her sleeves, and making the house she had chosen as her new residence a home. And that had been the exact thing that she had done in the last 13 years of her life. She had gathered experience, built small huts to extend the property, and created a safe, stable shelter that she worked on daily.

And today, of course, was no different.

[Name] was kneeling in the soil of her garden, her body wrapped in several layers of clothing in retaliation to the icy mountain breeze as she hammered away on the small structure that was the base for what was supposed to be some sort of rain protector for her tomatoes once the winter had passed and the seasons in which they would regrow once more came. The tool was held tightly in her left/right hand as she brought it down again and again, driving the nail deeper into the material she had gathered only days before, gradually driving its sharp tip into the inner works of the wood that it was meant to hold together.

Her lips were pressed into a tight line, her cheeks slightly bloated from air she had pushed from her lungs and into the oral cavity, [color] eyes fixated on her project as if she was a predator eyeing prey. She was mentally checked out, entirely focused on what she was doing, the groans of the Infected surrounding her fence - mere noise at this point - pushed into the background.

And as such, it did not take long for her to finish her task, her work immaculate, as always.

"There we go...", she muttered, leaning back on her haunches, switching her grasp on the tool so she could use her dominant hand to wipe the few droplets of sweat that had begun to accumulate on her forehead. "Four down, two to go. If everything goes according to plan, I should be done by the afternoon."

With a grunt, she rose to her feet, the fabric of her attire groaning in protest. She stretched her back and arms - a habit she had developed to prevent any pulling. She was, after all, not getting younger - gradually extending the strain on them until a satisfying pop echoed through the air, setting several joints right back into place. The relief that came with this exact course of action caused her to sigh in relief, her nerves humming with a pleasant electrical sensation, a comfortable throbbing right beneath her skin.

Ah...what a wonderful day.

"That went better than anticipated.", she chuckled to no one in particular, allowing herself to slump back into her usual posture. "I hope the rest of the project goes just as smooth. I'd hate to start over again. Getting that wood's been a pain in the ass."

"I'm sure all will be fine.", a reply suddenly came from behind her, the voice a deep, low him that seemed to make the air shiver. [Name], however, flinched, the lack of anticipation of another sentient being nearby causing her to momentarily frighten.

Heck, she even instinctively reached for her rifle that she had lying around nearby- a necessary safety measure in today's day and age and something that should never be out of reach in case of an emergency - only stopping when her brain finally, finally, send a wave of recognition through her, causing her to halt in her movements that otherwise would have led to a very bloody interaction and several broken bones.

She did, however, turn around once she snapped out of her stupor, coming face to face with a rather particular man who had become a regular guest in her home over the last month or so. And, surprisingly, also a very, very good friend.

At least until now.

"Kyle!", she barked, her voice a mixture of amusement and expiration. Good god, this dude... "Holy heavens, you scared the shit out of me!"

Kyle Crane, the Hero of Harran and as of most recent, the raising rescuer of Castor Woods, laughed deep within his chest, the sound rumbling in the back of his throat ehile his hands rose above his head, his scarred palms stretched outwards in a gesture od surrender.

Clearly, he had found his little scare amusing.

"Sorry, sorry.", he chuckled, though the tone in his voice and the smirk on his scarred lips told the woman that he was anything but. "Couldn't help it. Saw the opportunity and found it hard to resist."

"You ass!", she laughed, walking up to him and shoving him with all her might. Thanks to her regular hard work, the push actually forced him to stagger backwards, his shoulder shaking with cackling as he did so. He, thankfully, did manage to catch himself after a few steps though, avoiding a rather...uncomfortable confrontation with the cold, hard ground.

It was no longer the soft dirt that one would find in the summer, after all. With the mountains being the ones who felt the affects of changing seasons first and winter approaching at a rapid pace, it had the consistency of a rock on most days.

"Again! I'm sorry!", he wheezed, holding up his hands in surrender, using the white scarf he wore around his neck as a make-shift flag.

[Name] huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest, the material of her jacket rustling loudly as she did so. "Bastard.", she huffed, though the word lacked the bite to be an insult, and the broad smirk on her lips revealed that she was far from truly mad.

"Naturally.", he cackled, finally shifting back into a normal position, allowing his own arms to fall to his side once more.

The woman scoffed, rolling her eyes so hard she heard something within her skull pop. She, however, did not reply, turning her back to him to put her rifle onto a desk nearby.

She, thankfully, did not need it didn't need it, after all.

Now that he was out of immediate danger, the hybrid dared to approach once more, the grass crunching underneath the sole of his boots as he walked up to her. He eventually came to a halt around a foot or two away from her, meeting her gaze as soon as she returned her attention back to him.

"What are you doing here anyway? Didn't you want to go to the western part of the mountains?", the younger woman asked, tilting her head sideways. "Or did you, in true Kyle Crane fashion, get lost again, walked in a circle and ended up here?"

The larger man chuckled at the jab, shaking his head in disbelief. She'd never let it go, would she?

It happened once!

...

Okay...maybe twice.

"No, I didn't.", he answered, leaning against the table, the palm of his right hand pressed against it. "I was actually on my way there last night. Planned to sneakily move along the mountainside since those freaks normally prefer open fields. Thought I'd be safe there."

"But you weren't.", [Name] concluded, already having a hunch where this story was going.

And, of course, she was right.

"You hit the nail on the head with that.", the brunette admitted, a sheepish grin splitting his face in half. "I uh...climbed a rock, thinking I was being smart by sneaking around one that was roaming on the trail. Got a nasty surprise when I ended up directly at the feet of another one that had chosen the same rock to lay down on."

The woman pursed her lips, her face twisting into an expression that was a mixture of several emotions. There was surprise in there, expiration, mild annoyance, but also a large portion of amusement. Clearly, she was used to hearing such stories. "And let me guess. It screeched and started a chase."

"Yep, it did.", Crane groaned, rubbing his eyes with two fingers. They were both reddened, one of them tearing slightly in response to the irritation that came as a result of not sleeping as well as the bright light of the sun. "Ran like a maniac, took some risky jumps. Even fell into a lake. God, the water was cold."

"You made it out alive though.", the hut owner pointed out, her irises flickering up and down. Only now she noticed how...roughened up he seemed. Torn clothes, dirt everywhere...heck, his sleeves were still partially wet.

Poor guy.

"Barely.", Kyle admitted, using his free hand to rub the back of his neck. "I've learned that night that "Volatiles aren't that common in the mountains" is a damn myth. They're just in the caves. I'm convinced there were more after me here than in Old Town or in the fields. Never been so glad to see a treehouse in my life."

"I believe you. Those things are life-savers. Even when they're shit to get to and secure.", [Name] chuckled, glancing to the south where she knew one of these structures was hiding within the trees. A fixer-upper of hers for extra protection in case she was taking plants of any kind from the forest and it became to risky to hike all the way back up to her hut.

She also realized that it had served as a safe zone for strangers who, foolishly, and dared to venture out there. One of the many reasons why she had taken it upon herself to add some upgrades every now and then. There was nothing better than finally be safe and having a warm place to rest in with a few snacks and drinks.

"Yep. Damn life savers.", he groaned rolling his shoulder a little. "Wanted to originally sleep there for a bit, but since it was already 5:50, I figured fuck it and stayed awake. Figured I'd come up here instead and visit you. Ask if I could crash at yours for a bit."

The younger woman barked a laugh, shaking her head. "I work my ass off to make it as cozy as possible and you still chose this hut over it?", she asked, her mouth twitching into a smirk. "I don't know if I should feel insulted or honored."

"Honored.", he immediately replied with a sly smile. "I came here for you, after all."

Again, she laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Asshat.", she murmured under her breath, pushing herself off to walk towards her toolbox, picking it up. It was time to wrap up. She had done enough for today, she decided.

Kyle chuckled, tracking every movement of hers. That was until he noticed her work in the fields, the half-frozen plant pitifully standing in a small wooden box that, adorably, looked like a small house. "What is that?"

"Hm?", [Name] looked up, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow. It lowered as soon as she followed his gaze, however. "Ah! That. That's a tomato protector."

"A tomato protector?", he hybrid repeated, beginning to walk towards it. Once in close proximity, he kneeled down, taking a closer look. "Why would you build this?"

"Oh, that's because I figured that these things don't like the rain.", the younger woman explained, picking up the hammer and the few nails before dumping them inside the red, metallic container. "Figured I'd build something for them to be protected next spring while also ensuring it'd get enough sun."

"Oh!", Carne chirped, eyeing it one last time before glancing back at her. "I didn't know that! Smart!"

"Thank you!", she all but purred, putting the box onto the table before closing the lid, sealing it. "My brain does do overtime every once in a while."

"Oh come on. It's a smart little thing.", he huffed, grunting as he rose to his full height again.

She snorted, giving him a sly grin she picked it up again, letting it tangle to the side. "Again, thank you!", she chuckled with a small bow. Then, she gestured towards the front door. "Come on, let's go inside. I'll cook something warm, and you can have a nap."

"You know what? Not going to decline that invitation.", the brunette hummed, immediately setting his buttocks into motion. "I'm fucking starving. Haven't eaten in days."

[Name] scoffed, shaking her head. Clearly, she wasn't happy with his carelessness, but she did not comment on it. She just allowed him to step inside first before she pulled the door closed, locking it behind her for extra safety measure.

Kyle groaned the moment the warm air inside hit his body, his body shuddering in relief. "Holy shit...", he sighed, his voice tinged with relief. "This is heaven. Warm, wooden heaven. Shit..."

[Last Name] laughed deep in her chest, gently pushing him towards the desk in the large interio's middle before she walked towards the kitchen area, opening her fridge. "You have this reaction every time you come here."

"Because it's true!", he argued as he sat down, taking off his jacket. That poor, once white shirt he wore was now partially brown. She made a mental note to write down his size and seek knew clothing for him when she'd be out scouting. Just so she would have something for him when he came shuffling to her like a wet poodle.

"Yeah, yeah.", she drawled, her eyes scanning the cold shelves before grabbing a can of beans and some vegetables. "Flatter will get you nowhere, bud."

"It did get me a warm place to stay though.", he stated in response, making her pause for a moment.

"Okay.", she eventually admitted with smirk. "That is true."

Crane laughed. Then, however, he went silent, closing his eyes for a brief moment to just enjoy the temporary peace while his friend worked on a warm meal for him. Minutes passed like this, both simply doing their own thing, the pot bubbling happily as the food was being prepared. When it finally landed on the plate, it was steaming hot, smelling incredibly and looking excellent.

"Shit...that looks good.", he groaned in relief as he grabbed the fork she had stuck into it, taking the first bite. "GOD, it tastes good as well!"

"I sure hope so. I worked my ass off to get these.", [Name] pointed out, sitting down opposite of him with a small portion of her own. "Hope this sates your hunger for a while."

"Oh it will, and it'll knock me out too.", the Hero of Harran pointed out, taking the second bite right after. "I may have to sleep in the chair after this."

"And pull your back? Absolutely not.", the woman huffed, raising her eyebrow at him. "It's my ass who has to endure your whining the next day. You'll sleep in a bed. My bed."

That...made Kyle pause.

"Your bed?", he asked, staring at her as if she had grown a second head. "Why not the guest bed? That's the one I usually sleep in."

"Well, you can't now. Had to take it apart. Damage to the leg, for some reason. Probably because the wood I used wasn't the freshest anymore.", she explained, swallowing a bit of food on her own. "I wanted to repair it once I was done with my tomato house. Didn't know you'd come by so quick."

He blinked rapidly, struggling to comprehend her words. It took him a while to open his mouth again. "A-and you?", he stuttered. "W-where will you sleep?"

"On the couch.", she said with a smirk, pointing towards the fur-covered furniture in front of the fireplace. "It's comfy and warm, and suited for a night or two."

"[Name], I can't do this. I can't just sleep in your bed while you're forced onto your couch.", the man protested, putting his fork down. "This is still your house."

The woman sighed, rolling her eyes. "Oh come, Kyle. Don't bitch about this now. It's fine.", she huffed, shoving her fork into her mouth. "Besides, you're sleeping in the day. There's a good chance that my bed's free when I actually need it."

"But..."

"Ah! No bitching in my house.", the [color]haired survivor interrupted, smirking at his absolutely dumbfounded expression. "You will sleep there. And you will rest well. You got that?"

For a few moments, the hybrid stayed silent. Once he realized that that the other was leaving him no choice, however, he knew that he had to agree. As such, he nodded, taking note just how satisfying this simple action seemed to be for her. "Alright, Boss Lady. Whatever you say."

At that, she perked up. "Good! Then that's settled."

Kyle grunted, finally returning to his meal. "You're one bossy bitch."

"And you're one dense man, Mr. Crane.", she jabbed back, reaching over the table to pet his wrist before turning her attention back to her still steaming meal.

The man huffed, rolling his eyes. He did not reply, filling his mouth to the brim again. God, what a human. No wonder she survived that long. She was one tough nail.

Anyway...

After they finished their meals with [Name] dumping their plates into the sink, Kyle stood up, stretching his entire body. "God, that feels good."

"The stretching or having your belly full?", the woman asked, reaching into the fridge again to pull out two water bottles. One of them was tossed towards him.

"Both.", he explained as he caught it, unscrewing the cab taking a sip. "I'll sleep like a baby. I already know."

"Good. Then maybe you'll quit looking like a biter on steroids.", she pointed out, setting her own drink on the counter. She'd have some later.

At this, Kyle froze once more, lowering the bottle with a slow movement of his hand, giving her a dry look. "Thank you. Very kind."

[Name] merely laughed. "What? You know it's true. You're paler than death!", she pointed out, walking towards him and putting her hands on his shoulders. "That's why you need a break. Which you will take. Now."

"Alright Mommy.", the hybrid huffed, rolling his eyes. His mouth, however, was twisted into a smirk. "You sound like my damn mother."

"Maybe. But in contrary to your mom, I'd whoop your ass when you do shit that you shouldn't.", the survivor pointed out, squinting her eyes as she tilted her head to the side again. "And I ain't using the slipper."

Crane laughed roughly, the sound causing his chest to quiver and shoulder to shake. "You're...something else, I sweare to god."

"I'm just a good friend.", she pointed out, pulling back and folding her arms behind her back. "And your host for tonight. Maybe a few more. Depending on when you feel good enough to leave."

"Heh...yeah.", Kyle chuckled, smiling at her. "Thanks, again, for letting me stay."

"Of course!", she smirked, though it faded a little when she unfolded one of her hands to point towards the door. "Now go. The bed's freshly made so take off your clothes. Otherwise, you can do whatever you want."

"Clothes off...got it.", the male survivor agreed, nodding his head in a silent promise. She allowed him to sleep in her space, after all, obeying these rules was the least he could do.

Besides, he hated sleeping in clothes that were not boxers anyway. He just never got the chance to do that.

"Good.", she nodded, seeming pleased. "Just go find me when you take up. I'll probably be around, on the couch or outside. Should I leave in the meantime, though, I'll leave you a note at the fridge."

"Understood.", the male stated, casting a quick glance to the white, metallic furniture for good measure before returning his gaze to her. Just in time as well, for she continued, not quite done.

"I have snacks in the cupboard you can take you you wake up, tea in a drawer - you can choose whatever you want - and an old butter that's a little stale but edible. If I'm not here, you can make yourself whatever you crave.", she explained, her features softening into a genuine smile. "If you need help with anything, just wait up for me. Just don't set my house on fire."

"That uh...I cannot promise.", the hybrid huffed with a laugh, showing off his white teeth in a toothy grin.

[Last Name] rolled her eyes. "Ass.", she commented with a snort. Her expression, however, did not vanish. "I'll dump your ashes in a lake."

"Choose a nice one, eh?", he joked, grunting when she gave him a small shove in return. God, this man.

"Anyway.", she sighed, returning to the topic. "Everything you need is in the house. You can even use the shower if you please. Just watch out, there is a broken tile. I put a towel over it but its still painful to walk over. I need to fix that in the next few days as well."

"I'll keep that in mind.", Crane confirmed, rubbing the spot she had touched him. "Anything else?"

"Yeah. Water takes long to warm up. Just let it run while you undress and you should be fine.", she added, straightening her neck again. "Other than that? No. You can go straight to the bed or bathroom. Whatever you want. I'll find something to be occupied in the meantime."

"Again...thank you.", the hybrid hummed, reaching out to pull her into a small hug. "You're saving my ass here. In more ways than one."

"Glad to be of service.", she chuckled, patting his back with here scarred hand. "Now off you go. We can talk more when you wake up. I wanna know everything."

"We'll be sitting for quite a while, then.", the brunette chuckled, pulling away from the embrace. He did not want to, but he was getting more and more tired. At this point, he REALLY just wanted to lay down. "There's a shit ton to tell."

"Looking forward to it.", she smirked, her eyes squinting at him again. "But now, if there isn't anything more you need, go. Have a good sleep. You deserve it."

"Yeah, I will. Thanks.", he smiled, his steps heavy as he began to move towards the door that led to [Name]'s bedroom. "I'll see you later, then."

"See you later!", she exclaimed with a smile, giving him one last tiny wave. Then, she turned around.

Kyle grabbed the handle, already opening the door until the gap was large enough to fit through. Before he stepped inside, however, he stopped, glancing over his shoulder and at the woman's back who had begun to take care of the dishes. "[Name]?"

"Yeah?!", she called, turning on the faucet. "You remembered something?"

He took a deep breath, aware of just how risky this joke was. But hey, here we go. "You gonna give me a goodnight kiss?"

She immediately froze, wiping towards him with a dumbfounded look on her face. Heck, she even stepped closer, believing she didn't hear him right. "A what?"

"A goodnight kiss.", he repeated, a part of him already regretting this. "You think that it's in the budget?"

For a few moments, the other survivor stayed silent, staring at him as if she was a deer in headlights. He wasn't sure whether that was a good or bad thing, didn't know if his joke had gone too far or was just so otherworldly she didn't know how to respond. But what followed was something even he didn't expect. Maybe because it was so out of character for her.

For suddenly, she tore herself out of her stupor and stepped forward, grabbing the soft material of his shirt and pulling him closer, now only an inch or two in between their faces. Once she was sure that their closeness would suffice, she leaned forward a little more, pressing her warm lips onto his cheek, giving him a long, nice, gentle smooch.

And once she was done, she pulled back once more, staring directly into his eyes as if she hadn't just kissed him. "There!""

W-what the fuck?!"

"Wish granted.", she continued, smirking at him as she petted the cheek that had received her affection. "

Kyle stood there, speechless, unable to respond. He merely watched as she turned away from him again, walking back to the kitchen area. "If there's nothing else, go to bed now, Kyle. I'm not scraping you off the floor when you collapse."

Crane opened his mouth, wanting to respond. However, he found himself unable to do so, merely widening and shrinking it like some bizarr fish. After a while, he eventually gave up, just stepping back, staring blankly ahead until he finally found the handle, pulling the wooden barrier close. It settled with a flick, the mechanism keeping it in place while he staggered back from it, shocked to the core, but not in a bad way.

That had been...entirely unexpected.

He had expected much. A laugh, another shove. Heck, maybe even a smack!

But this?

This was priceless.

[Name][Middle Name] [Last Name] actually gave him a smooch. A fat, nice, soft smooth, directly on the face. Only inches from his mouth, out of her own will.

A woman who was as touch as a human could get. A person who did not back down no matter what she was confronted with. A lone survivor who not only turned nature into her allay, but electricity and building material into a weapon.

And yet, despite all of this, she had done this. This small, mostly innocent gesture. Something that made his heart stutter and chest flutter.

God...what a woman.

She was truly one of a kind. A gem hidden in a world of trash.

And perhaps, a small part of him hoped, very soon his partner in more than in crime.

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he shouldn’t have been staring at you.

he should have known that kokichi would do anything to protect you.

hence kokichi’s current predicament: a dead body and little time to hide it.

you would be home in an hour and kokichi couldn’t have you finding him in such terrible circumstances, especially with the corpse of the shopkeeper who flirted with you yesterday. he had to act fast, he didn’t have much time.

“damn, you bastard.. you’re heavy,” kokichi grunted, as he dragged the body across the dirty floor of his basement and towards his incinerator. how much did this guy weigh?! too heavy for kokichi’s scrawny body, but hey.. he did manage to kill the guy.

“kokichi, honey? i’m home!”

fuck. fucking hell. fuck fuck to the fucking fuck.

you were home, you were home way too early. kokichi had to go to plan b. he cleared his throat and yelled to you, “i’m taking the trash out to the incinerator! i’ll be done in a second!”

“oh, let me help you!”

no, no, no! don’t come down to the basement!

kokichi murmured a stream of curses to himself when he heard your approaching footsteps descend down the steps. it was no or never. kokichi turned his back to the stairwell and with all his strength, he shoved the body into the incinerator and hoped for the best.

“what the literal fuck!?” you let out a scream.

kokichi spat another curse. you caught him redhanded. time to play dumb.

“oh hey, honeypie!” he greeted you with his charming, devilish smile.

“d- did i just witness what i think i just saw?” you stammered.

“whatcha mean?” hummed kokichi.

“you just disposed of a body,” you deadpanned.

“no, i didn’t.”

“yes, you did.”

“no, no. you’re mistaken, sweetie!”

“no i’m fucking not!”

kokichi’s smile faltered, “well, i knew this day would come.”

“what?” you took a step back, “what do you–”

kokichi appeared behind you and stabbed you in the neck with syringe, injecting a clear fluid into your bloodstream. you were rendered unconscious in second, collapsing in kokichi’s arms. he let out a sigh of disappointment.