#xetou's queue

In this case, let’s hope he’s still not in love with Makima. let’s hope he knows that the pattern of her doings have the scent of ill intent. So, he does everything to protect you. 

Takes ‘smoke breaks’ to talk to you on the phone.

Aki will never introduce you to Power and Denji, he would hate for your connotation of him to dim. Since they live with him, Aki has another apartment where he spends his time with you. 

Now, back to these ‘stolen nights.’ Where Aki slowly but surely unravels his thread of emotions around you, but sometimes— sometimes when nights get too dark —too suffocating, he gets tangled in a canvas of insecurity and fear. What if he loses Denji? What if he loses Power? What if he loses you? 

He never does convey his thoughts with words. But he does convey them with damp cheeks. Pale ones that shine as he places it into the crook of your neck while his salty tears cling to your skin. And his arms cling to your sides with intensity, not enough to hurt you, but enough to remind himself that you’re here, right now, with him.

And with the way he holds you, it’s almost as if he wants you and him both to melt, together. And if he could, he would. Because god knows, this life of his was too cruel. He’s fine with it, he thinks. But his chest aches whenever he thinks of this world being cruel to you. 

In some way, you’re his angel and he appreciates you with every undamaged fiber of his being.  And Aki swears up and down that the devil inside of him does too. 

POWER lies and says you’re just entertainment because that’s what humans are; weird but interesting things. But it’s all a facade, of course. 

Power is one hundred percent a tsundere. She takes you to her home she shares with Aki and Denji just to show you off. But when you try to give her so much as a kiss, she’s pushing you away with a hiss. 

Everyone knows that she actually loves you –it’s almost amusing to see her try to deny her feelings for such a ‘lowly human’– but there’s no denying that she’s head over heels for you. Aki and Denji see it in the way she actually puts effort into looking or smelling her best whenever she sees you. 

Power’s a little dense, so she doesn’t see anything wrong with introducing you to her line of work. She might even try to convince you to join, just to be ‘partners in crime.’ It takes Aki’s convincing to explain to her that it’s not.. necessarily safe. Which she’s confused about because ‘isn’t that what makes it fun?’ but she discards the thought once Aki tells her that he could lose you. 

Power hates the thought of that and also the thought of you being so fragile. 

Because... who else would she bite randomly at night? (sometimes in broad daylight) Who else would feed Meowy when she forgot to? (Which was all the time) Who else would remove her breast pads when she forgot to? (She hates the blush that graces her cheeks whenever your hand grazes past her chest) Who else would remind her to bathe? (She coaxes you to bathe with her, probably only really bathes when you’re there.)

DENJI's complicated…. to say the least. He is and will never be over Makima, so it seems. He always finds himself comparing her to you. In some way, you’re the only tie to humanity he has left. 

Don't be mistaken, he loves you but why does he feel such a tie with Makima? And why does it pull at his heartstrings and yours whenever she's mentioned?

If you're in a relationship with Denji, him being handsy is a guarantee.

Will brag about your...ehm– boobs to everyone he knows. You have to remind him sometimes to just tone it down just a bit. Especially if he's in front of others.

Kisses you at random. They'll be sloppy, beware. You have to guide him.. and guide him in everything else. Teach him how to cook, he won't be able to do it but the thought, is what's best 😁.

Apart from Makima, you might be wary of Power but once you observe longer you don't seem to find any problems. Though, Denji might encourage you to make friends with Power but that's all up to her.

when Pochtia aka his devil comes out full throttle and Denji's going berserk ;deep into an abyss of violence where he can and only wants to see blood, he reminds himself to think about you. Because it's you who he has to make sure to come back to.

Of course, he has to come back to you, it's always been you, right?

After a few seconds of looking at you from under his long lashes (which you were very much jealous of), he nods and gestures for you to sit next to him.

"I can't get up there Gumi, it's too damn high."

With an eye roll, he reaches towards you and hoists you up. You let out a soft giggle as your face brushes past his.

When you sit yourself on your seat, which you're sure is somebody's back, you hear several groans. With a sneer you shuffle around.

"Are you saying I weigh too much?" A collection of absolutely not's and of course not's causes you to let out a cackle.

"M' gonna miss this." You turn to Megumi who's already staring at you. He quickly diverts his gaze when he sees your eyebrow raise.

"Take a picture, Gumii," you sing. However, it wouldn't be an easy task, the boy simply had no clue how to operate a phone's basic feats.

"Shut up," he grunts, somehow reading your mind. "I do know how to use a phone."

"Yeah, cause I taught you." You state, uncrossing your hands to shove his shoulder. But before you can, he gently takes ahold of your hand and places it on his thigh.

Your chest expands with nervousness as he caresses the expanse of your skin with the pad of his thumb.

He shoots a glance your way and for a second, you catch his flushed cheeks that are painted in red.

"Can we stay like this for a while?" His voice trails off with a lilt of hesitance.

You compel the batting butterflies in your stomach to cease as you hum in affirmation, the warmth of his palm soothing your nerves.

"Of course. " You smile, eyes fluttering shut as you bathe in Megumi's serene presence and the sun's gaze.

When you both sit, the first thing you do is send him a glare. "Asshole."

He turns to you with a raised eyebrow. "I told you that I was getting on, didn't I?" With an annoyed grunt, you place your head on his shoulder.

"You could've like... you know?" He mockingly hums for you to continue. "I was literally half asleep, you could've...." You trail off, eyes fluttering shut as your senses are overridden by the scent of Suna's intoxicating but faint cologne.

"I'll wake you up when we get there," he breathes out, your argument long forgotten as he wraps his arm around your waist.

But he doesn't. Instead, he chooses to saddle you on his back while walking to the store. The one you didn't want to go to.

"Stop pouting and get something to eat," Suna grumbles as he places you gently on your feet. Instead, you stand your ground. "Why'd we have to come here." You wave, following behind Suna's figure. "I wanted to go to the big store, not the gas station one."

"Quit acting like a child." Suna turns to you, grabs your hand, and pulls you towards the chip aisle. "They have your favorite." He points, his grayish-yellow eyes fixated on your face.

"They're not my favorite," you scoff. Out of spite, you reach for the bag of corn chips next to your 'favorite'.

"You said that they were like.... last week." He raises a thin eyebrow as you walk away to the slushie station. "People change...Rin." A ghost of a smile touches your lips as you hear him break into a fit of laughter.

After a few seconds pass by, you hear the soft thud of Suna's footsteps as he falls into step with you. "Are you still mad at me?" He asks while grabbing an extra-large cup and filling it with blueberry slush. With a grunt, you push him aside.

He takes a second to observe your actions. "How do you like that?"

"Like what?" you ask with a raised brow. "Mixing your flavors and shit." He feigns a face of disgust. "They taste better alone."

You ponder your answer as you take a gulp. "It's pretty good." You nod. "Taste it for yourself." With a sly grin, you stand on the tip of your toes and cup the underside of his jaw. "Oh?" You roll your eyes at his snake-like grin. "The slushie has you feeling bold, huh?"

"Shut up," you mutter before pulling him into a kiss. When his soft lips encompass yours, you taste the sweetness of his blueberry slush and the slight feel of his cold tongue.

When your air starts to fall short, you attempt to pull away but before you can, he grips your waist and playfully nibbles on your bottom lip.

You feel his lips stretch into a smirk as your hand detaches itself from his jaw to lay flat on his hard chest. Inadvertently, you sigh into the kiss, your body relaxing into his touch as one single thought runs amok through your drunken-hazed mind; Suna.

"Kids!" Abruptly, you push Suna away from you, his low eyes connect with yours as you touch your swollen lips. You avert your gaze and duck your head in embarrassment when the store clerk shoots an accusatory glare at you both. "Instead of seeing you both frolicking around, I'd really like to close my store."

With a quick bow in apology, you and Suna pay for your items and exit the store. You breathe out a puff of air as you open your bag of chips.

After chewing down a handful, you scrunch your nose in disdain. "These are disgusting." You turn to Suna who gives you a disapproving stare.

"You see!" He exclaims while grabbing your hand and trudging towards the train station. "You should've just gotten your favorite ones."

"Yeah, whatever," you sigh wistfully, lips curling into a smirk as you recall past events. You never wanted nights like these to end.

Somehow sensing your somber mood, Suna stops and turns to you. With closed eyes and awkwardly pursed lips, he leans towards you. "My pretty girl." You visibly cringe at the mocking nickname. "If you wanted another kiss.... you could've just said that." He breathes out, biting his lip cockily.

With an irritated scoff, you shove his face away from yours. "You're so annoying."