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1.
"Seriously?"
Ryuji and Goro didn't even respond or acknowledge that he had even spoken, Goro's hand still creeping up Ryuji's thigh while he mouthed at his boyfriend's neck, definitely leaving hickeys. And all Akira could do was try and pretend that his best friend wasn't making out with his boyfriend right in front of him, in a place where he couldn't even escape. Sojiro would kill him if he even tried to run away from the nightmare that this was.
PDA was one thing, but these two did not know when to quit.
"Ryuji, bro. Please. Stop." Akira tried to get his attention, almost smacking his head with one of Sojiro's coffee bean jars out of frustration when all Ryuji did was lean back against his chair, a grin on his face. "Stop making out while I'm trying to work!"
Thankfully, the outburst was enough to make Ryuji jump, his hand smacking Goro's away hurriedly. "Sorry dude, uh, we'll go..."
"Tch," Goro grumbled under his breath, but he stood up, smirking at Akira with slightly reddened lips. "Sorry to be a bother."
The door slammed shut behind them, and Akira groaned, punching the counter in front of him with a little too much force. He was so happy for Ryuji and Goro, but honestly, they needed to stop making out anywhere and everywhere.
Morgana leapt onto the table, ears drooping. "I never thought I'd see those two slobbering over each other...I feel sick."
2.
Mishima sighed, rifling through his bag as he hid away from everyone else, sitting on an isolated stairwell. He was so sure he had remembered all his textbooks, but clearly, judging by his search, he had forgotten the most important one.
"Stop it," someone whispered, and he jumped, wondering who else would even think of going anywhere near where he was. "How the hell are you here anyway?"
"I pulled some strings," someone else answered, sounding smug and proud of themselves, laughing softly.
Taking a deep breath, Mishima looked around a corner, holding back a shriek at what he saw. Sakamoto was pressed up against the wall, his usually loud mouth occupied with kissing-was that Akechi? The Detective Prince?
Well, either way, they were pressed so tightly to each other that Mishima wasn't sure whose limbs were whose, gloved hands squeezing around Sakamoto's waist, holding on so tight Mishima was pretty sure they'd leave marks. They pulled away from each other for a second, and Akechi's face was hidden from his view, but he managed to get a great look at Sakamoto's-he wasn't quite sure how to feel.
Sakamoto's face was usually always pulled into some kind of frown, or a large, obnoxious grin, so it was weird to see him so...wrecked. Eyes wide, lips red, panting like he'd run a marathon-his lips were still pulled into a satisfied smile though.
"Someone's gonna catch us," Sakamoto hissed, and Mishima nodded (even though they couldn't see him), not exactly sure if he wanted to see them make out for any longer. He wanted peace.
"You see anyone here?" Akechi said back, pulling Sakamoto closer. "Didn't think so."
Mishima wasn't able to leave until thirty minutes later.
3.
Makoto wasn't sure if she'd ever felt more embarrassed in her whole entire life.
"Why do we always end up doin' this in weird places?"
"Because you can never say no to me, can you?"
She was aware of Ryuji and Akechi's relationship. Supportive of it, in fact. It made both of them very happy (and Akechi less...murderer-like) so she was pleased with that. Except, when she heard about how...bold they were with locations that they chose to kiss at, she had assumed it was a small exaggeration.
Clearly not, if they were doing so in the alleyways of Yongen-Jaya.
She had caught a glimpse of what they were doing a few seconds before (how on earth had they gotten that close to each other? why was Akechi acting like a starving animal? did Ryuji like that?) and she was still struggling to get the image out of her mind. Ryuji's neck had been covered in hickies-and oh god, she had thought similar-looking marks were bruises a few days before and asked if he needed medical help.
Now it made a lot more sense as to why he laughed at her.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket.
Futaba
ur late
and so are ryuji and akechi lols but i bet they're making out
Makoto
I think I might cry
Futaba
OH NO U SAW THEM DIDNT YOU
hahaha
4.
Running her hands through her hair, Kawakami couldn't wait to get home and soak all her worries away with a nice warm bath. All she needed to do before going home was to check on the second-year classrooms, for anything "out of place".
However, just before she was going to open the door to one of the classrooms, there was a muffled noise from inside, like someone had tried to hold back...something. Slightly scared, she peered through the tiny crack in the door.
Sakamoto straddled someone, hovering over someone's lap, kissing them with impressive ferocity, his hands cupping their face. She blinked at the sight, too exhausted to feel much or react. Pulling back, Sakamoto panted, grinning down at the person he was literally sitting on, who was looking right back at him with an even smugger expression-wait, she had seen that face before.
The Detective Prince?
"Why are you hovering?" Akechi hissed, grabbing Sakamoto's hips and yanking him down so he was actually sitting on Akechi's lap. "Much better."
"Stop-way too heavy for you," Sakamoto tried to answer back, attempting to wriggle out of Akechi's grasp, but to no avail. "We gotta go soon, someone will find us..."
Someone already has, Kawakami thought to herself. How on earth had this whole relationship happened anyway? Sakamoto and Akechi didn't seem the type to even talk, let alone...whatever they were doing now.
Rolling her eyes, she stepped away from the door when they started mouthing at each other again, too tired.
She didn't get paid enough to deal with that.
5.
Closing a file with a satisfying thud, Sae stretched her arms, feeling relieved. That case had been bugging her for ages, and finally, she had finished all that paperwork. Now, she could take a break, maybe get a drink or some food-
"We have to be quiet."
"Psh, like anyone's gonna be listening."
She froze. She recognised Akechi's voice, but the other one she wasn't quite familiar with. The issue was, they were quite close to her door, and she wanted to take her break.
Chancing a glance outside, she froze at what she saw. In the corridor opposite her office, Akechi and the other person were kissing, making out with such enthusiasm that it scared her a little, their hands moving up and down each other's bodies. She was tempted to just step outside and act like nothing was happening-this was her place of work too, and they were the ones doing something "scandalous" in an office building-but her hand froze on the handle.
Scratch that, the idea of trying to walk past that was a little sickening.
And to think Akechi of all people was doing something like...that. Resigning herself to her fate, she turned back to her desk.
Maybe there were some cases that she could look over.
+1
"You sure there's no one here?"
"Certain."
"Good, cause everyone's gettin' on my case about us."
Goro laughed, a hand reaching up to caress Ryuji's face gently. "But you don't complain when we're making out."
"I'll go home if you carry this on!" Ryuji snapped back, even though Goro knew he wouldn't even think of doing such a thing. Smiling, he gestured around him, at the deep dark pits of Mementos and the low rumbling of shadows and their movement. He didn't even need to say anything-Mementos wasn't a place where anybody could catch them. Shivering, Ryuji grimaced. "Why here, anyway? It's creepy."
"Because-" Goro reached over to grab onto his waist, hands creeping down. "-you look so good in this outfit."
"Goro!"