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“Ren! Look at the new floor of the house I built!” Futaba yells down the stairs, sitting crisscrossed on Ren’s bed with her laptop in her lap. The smell of shoyu ramen wafted upstairs, tantalizing the gamer girl.
“Almost done!” It was ten o’ clock. Ren stirred the noodles around as he sprinkled in a hint of cumin for extra spice. Two cups of ramen sat on the bar counter before being scooped up by the ex leader of the Phantom Thieves and delivered to the attic. The moon was a half crescent in the starry sky, looming down into the small window next to the bed.
“Thank you! Now, look.” Ren turned to see the TV. The pair were playing LAN, with Futaba on her laptop and Ren with a controller hooked up to the TV. The game of Mineshaft was Navi’s favorite, and with her pseudo brother getting the hang of the game, she decided to start a world with him. Now every three days, she sleeps over at Ren’s house and they continue their Mineshaft adventures, discussing with each other school, friends and the many geeky things they shared interest in.
Ren’s character, who took the skin of Lupin, traveled upstairs through Futaba’s expensively decorated green and black sci-fi house, eventually reaching the brand new, well decorated and no doubt also very expensive floor. He oohed and ahhed at the décor, her nodding and mhming at every chance she got, mostly because she was still slurping down ramen.
“You should take a picture for Yusuke. He’d love to draw it for you.” Ren suggested, going AFK in order to properly enjoy his noodles without making a mess, like someone right next to him. Ah well, Mona would clean it up. He was snoozing on the windowsill already, but when he woke up he could.
“Psht, duh.” She murmured between bites. “He’ll draw anything. Especially Futaba-brand anything.”
Ren grinned. “He’s real crazy about you, huh?”
“He’s real crazy alright.” She smirked at her clever insult towards her favorite least favorite person. He gave her a look as she casually returned to mashing her keyboard and slurping down food.
Safe to say, Yusuke and Futaba were anything but socially intelligent. More importantly, they were completely attracted to each other and had absolutely no idea. The irony was that Futaba spent a majority of summer secretly shipping Makoto and Ren and Ann and Ryuji, yet she was entirely oblivious to Ren and Ann’s mission to ship Yusuke and Futaba.
At this very moment, Ann was over at Yusuke’s dorm, helping him learn how to cook basic, easy foods, simultaneously playing Cupid and texting her partner in love all about it.
Ren pretended to be texting another woman in his life as he responded to a question Ann had.
Ann
Ann: You with Futaba?
Ren: Yeah, we’re playing Mineshaft. How’s Yusuke?
Ann: Frustratingly oblivious.
Ann: I guess it’s hard for him to focus on more than one thing
at a time though.
Ren: Don’t overload his brain, Panther.
Ren: What have you been asking him?
Ann: “What about Futaba-chan is so interesting to you?”
“What cup size do you think Futaba-chan wears?”
Ren: That must have gotten a rise outta him, no?
Ann: A blush. That’s it. He avoided the question like I was
accusing him of committed sexual misconduct.
Ren: I haven’t gotten to the provocative questions yet.
Ren: Mainly because it feels weird asking them to her.
He looked at her. She was mashing keys whilst licking her lips clean of ramen, laying on her knees with the gleam of the screen in her glasses.
Ann: She’s not a little girl anymore, Ren. She’s sixteen.
Ann: Last time I checked, that was the year you and I both lost
our V cards.
Ren: Makoto doesn’t like to talk about that stuff
Ann: omg
Ann: Ren that’s it
Ren: What?
Ann: Futaba-chan adores shipping you and Mako together.
Plus she teases you two all the time.
Ann: I managed to get one thing out of Yusuke that was provocative.
Ann: And VERY scandalous if I do say so.
Ren: Dare I even ask?
Ann: Dare ya!
Ren: What scandalous thing does dear Kitagawa-kun plot?
Ann: He has a kink
“Hm?”
Futaba stopped mashing and turned her head at his sudden noise. “Hm?” She mimicked, eyebrows raised.
“Oh, nothing.” Yeah, bullshit. Ren continued texting. Futaba examined his body language and eyes before deciding on an answer that was both funny and plausible.
“Booty pic?”
He nodded slowly, focused on this revelation in the PM’s. “Eh..?-” he realized what he just ‘confirmed’ and looked at her with a firm shake of his head. “No! Makoto would never.”
She smiled dopily, climbing over to her bro. “Suuuuree. Can I see?” She tackled him, or tried to with her skeletal frame. He easily pushed the goblin back to her seat on the bed with a playful smile.
“Psht, back off.”
She held her forearms before her in defense. “ Hiss!” Her fists slammed down on the small bed, causing the cat behind her to jolt awake quietly. “Play more, Reeeennnn! Get off your stupid phone!”
“In a sec, this is important.” He replied.
Ren: Oh wow. Do you know what it is?
“Ooooh, Makoto finally found someone with muscles and pigment?” An evil smirk befell the red head. Ren gave her a look.
“Hey, what’s with all the Makoto and me teasing? I could make fun of everything in your syllabus too, you know.” She pouted sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Morgana snickered quietly, snuggling against the gentle window sill as he watched them banter.
“...Fair enough.” She stopped her teasing, getting up from the bed and stretching out her body like a cat. “Ugh.. I’m gonna take a leak.”
“Gross.”
“Yuppers!” Her socks made no noise as she speed walked downstairs to the restaurant bathroom. Ren resumed texting.
Ann: _______
Ren: No way.
Ren: I mean, it could be worse but.. Really?
Ann: DON'T TELL FUTABA-CHAN
Ann: Let’s nudge her into finding out. Leave clues and such.
Yusuke would never forgive me if he knew I told you about that..
Ren: We both know he would.
Ann is typing…
Ann: Fair enough.
Ann: But still! It’s not cool if we tell his crush straight up
what fetish he’s got.
Ren: It’s not even like having a kink is all bad.
Ann: Duh.
Ann: His isn’t even that bad.
Ren: Just very
Ren: Yusuke
Ann: Yusuke
Ann: AYYY LMAO
Ren: Jinx you bimbo
Ann: Dick
Ann: Okay, go nudge your little sister in the
right direction !!!
Ann: Good luck, Ren!
The pipes could be heard from upstairs, followed by the door of the bathroom opening and the stomping of small feet clamoring up the dark stairwell. “Back!” She exclaimed.
“Hey, Futaba.” He turned off his phone and began playing again. She joined him on the bed, plopping her lightweight self down stomach first.
“Hm?”
“What did you and Yusuke do earlier today? I could have sworn you mentioned hanging with him after school earlier.” He leaned against his chair, one arm swaying over the side. Futaba grinned ear to ear as she explained.
“Oooh, yeah, uhhh he came over for some stickers he could use as references from my endless sack of stickers. He’s gonna make me a commission! He coulda just used a ref from the internet, but he can’t draw and be distracted at the same time, which is why he doesn’t like listening to music with lyrics while he draws.”
“Interesting…” He gave her a cocky look. Her pale cheeks suddenly looked a little paler.
“Doesn’t everybody know that?” She asks impatiently.
“I didn’t.” He states matter of factly, not even sparing a glance at her.
“Well.. that’s ‘cause you’re a bad friend. Duh.”
“I am not.”
“Mmmhhhm.”
A half hour of playing around Mineshaft later and Futaba was getting tired. Ren turned off the console and logged out, getting his stuff ready for school tomorrow morning. She climbed into Ren’s bed while he grabbed the sleeping bag from his closet and opened it up. One “good night, I love you!” text to Makoto later, and he was cocooned up in his little floor bag bed with the lights off and a PJ’d up Futaba cuddling his pillows. Morgana jumped off the sill and curled up next to her.
A few minutes of silence.
He could see the subtle light of her phone under the covers.
“Are you still awake?”
“Yeah, why?” He can hear her texting away on the keypad, probably to an online friend or to one of her sworn social media enemies.
It’s showtime.
“You wanna hear a secret?”
The covers around her shuffled and flew off her head quickly but quietly.
“...A secret?”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Of course! …Wait, it’s not a secret if Mona can hear!” She whispers, pointing at the sleeping ball of fur collected by her knee.
“He’s asleep, Futaba. I can tell.”
She lays on her elbow and places a cheek in her hand, squinting down at the dark figure on the floor. Her eyes flicker between him and the cat resting on his bed. “Hm… Okay. Proceed.”
“Makoto and I..”
“...Yeeeeeess…?”
“Don’t tell her.”
“I won’t! I sweareth upon my life I won’t!” She squeaks quietly, nearly falling off the bed with how far she was leaning. He smiled, leaning up closer to whisper in her ear.
“Okay… Makoto and I.. are into roleplay.” She gasped audibly, hands flying over her mouth. It wasn’t a lie. Makoto loved the strict, tough cop routine, especially when she got Ren handcuffed by his ankles and dressed in a little Joker mask.. Okay, off topic.
“I… knew it!” She looked mystified, gleeful. No doubt any other member of their friend group would grimace in disgust at being told such a personal thing. Aside from Ann, who knew practically everything about her friends’ sex lives, Makoto, Ren, Ryuji of course, Haru and the newly discovered Yusuke. She made it a personal mission of hers, for whatever reason. Seems to be coming in handy now at least. “What other kinky things are the student council Queen and the mischievous honor student getting up to??”
“She’d use fists of justice on me if I spilled anything else.”
She clasped her hands together and begged. “I’d never tell, Ren! Please, I have to know!!”
His ear pricked up. “Do you really? Let’s make this a bit more interesting then.”
“Oh?” She shifts forward even more so, elbows spilling out onto the hardwood floor with her knees just below her pillow. Ren smirked.
“You tell me your biggest kink or fantasy, and I’ll tell you..” He trailed off purposely. “Actually, never mind.”
“No, no, no wait! Come on, why stop the secrets now??” She whined, taking hold of Ren’s collar with a surprisingly strong grip.
“Because he’d be pretty peeved if I told you he has kinks.”
“Who has kinks? Morgana?” The cat stirred in his sleep, purring. Probably dreaming about one of two things, and both have a little to do with fish.
Ren whispers, “Yusuke… has kinks.”
“Yusuke has kinks?!” Exclaims Futaba. Morgana flies off the bed and screeches at her volume.
The following is the hardest Sakura has ever worked to determine a man’s darkest desires.
Ren nodded cheekily while the gamer girl went into overdrive, eyes wide and mouth agape. “So.. so what are they??”
“Ah, I’ve said too much.” Ren turns on his side away from her. She jumps and stands up, kicking her foot into his sleeping bag.
“REN!”
“Ugh.. Futaba, please. Some of us need their beauty sleep.” Morgana whined, curling up at the foot of the bed. Futaba looked back at him and spat.
“Ren’s beautiful enough!” Then she looked back to the smug leader on the floor, not affected by her pathetic attacks.
“I was referring to me!” The cat grumbled. Nobody seemed to care though. He sighed and closed his eyes grumpily.
“You bastard, face me!” She kicked him again. He yawned, most likely faux.
“..I’m pretty tired, Futaba. I had a good time tonight. Let’s go to sleep, okay?” He put his glasses on the floor, her eyes turning fiery.
“No you dick, you can’t just say that and leave me hanging!”
“Goodnight, sis!”
Her shoulders fell, her stance more frustrated. “Grr.. I’m gonna tell Makoto what you said then.”
“Makoto tends to shoot the messenger.” He replied casually, as if that sentence alone didn’t make Ren reconsider this plan.
“Not if the messenger is one of her girlfriends. And especially if she’s the precious Futaba-chan! She’s gonna shoot you instead.”
Ren’s eyes flashed open.
Then closed again.
“Eh. If she punishes me I win either way.”
She plopped herself back first on the bed, rolling her eyes. “I hate you.”
“Goodnight, Futaba!”
Dinnng Doooonggg.
The door to Makoto Niijima’s apartment door opened. The brunette smiled, looking down at the short demon herself, Futaba. “Ah, Futaba-chan! What brings you here?” The sixteen year old nerd balled her hands into fists and put on a grumpy pout. Makoto awkwardly stepped back, trying to retain a welcoming smile.
“You need to put your boyfriend on a leash!”
“Huh..?” Something to do with Ren having no self control? Her formerly touch starved fingers twinged. “W-what do you mean?” She allows Futaba some room to come in. Futaba stomps her way inside while Makoto closes the door behind her. Halfway through Oracle’s strut, she realizes she forgot to put her shoes at the door and her face flushes. She reverse stomps back and takes off her long, black boots before stomping her way back into the living room, sitting down whilst folding her noodle arms. The student council president followed her cautiously, eyebrows raised up until she sat down across from her.
Futaba hugged her knees and lifted her feet onto the couch, focusing an annoyed glare at Makoto, who looked back whilst tugging at her collar. “So.. what happened with Ren?”
“He’s a tease!” She yelped, throwing her arms to emphasize her point.
“A-A tease??” Her hand flew to her mouth in shock.
“Yeah! He had no regard for how you felt when he said it too!”
“What did he say?!” Makoto got on the edge of her seat.
“Well first, he made a dirty move on me-”
“Ren did?!”
“Yes! He totally weakened me before he went for the kill.”
“I’ll kill him.” Suddenly Makoto’s voice wasn’t so shocked and mousy. Her fists of justice tightened.
Futaba pumped her fist, sitting normally for once. “Good! He told me your kinks by the way.”
“My.. My what?” aaaand back to deflation.
“Anyways, he teased me about Yusuke and his kinks and now I’m here to ask you to deck Ren in the snoz and also if you have any info please tell me k thanks!” She inhaled a large breath of air, smiling dopily. “Ah. Revenge is sweet!” Makoto twitched catatonically.
“W..what? Wait, did Ren make a move on you?!”
“Eh? No! He would never. He just teased me about Yusuke’s secret fetishes and now I wanna know.” Futaba glanced up to the flat screen in the room and grabbed the remote, flipping on the TV. “We can discuss the matter over shoneeeennn~”
Stone Faced, Makoto sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head before standing up. “Honestly… Do you want any tea?”
A few minutes later Makoto found the younger sister of the Phantom Thieves star struck gazing at all of her friends' ‘Continue Watching’ folder. It was filled with action anime, obscure and well known. Makoto set two mugs of hot tea on the coffee table before sitting down next to her. “Must you have so much sugar in one cup?”
“Yes.” She sipped her cup. “Now, let us discuss the matter of Yusuke Kitagawa and his mysterious kinks!” She mocked Makoto with a British accent.
“But.. why must you know Yusuke’s.. unmentionables? I mean, you two aren’t together, right?” She sips to mask the ever growing blush on her cheeks. This has got to be the second, no, third most personal conversation she’s ever had about sex.
“Well.. no! But I wanna know! Blame your stupid boyfriend, he totally got me hooked in this subplot!” Oh she did, don’t you worry Futaba.
“Ugh, yes I will have a conversation with Ren once this is over.”
“Spicy!~”
“Not like that. He isn’t getting any of that for a while.” A victorious grin came out on her normally very focused face. Futaba chuckled, feeling just as victorious.
“That’s what he gets for messing with Navi!” Makoto swallowed her tea before starting again.
“I have no idea what Yusuke is into, and I can only assume that this whole plot is Ann’s doing.” She claimed with an eye roll.
“Ann, eh? She has been spending more time with Yusuke lately.. How do you think she found out?”
“Ann is meticulous when it comes to the world of.. desire. She knows mine too, I’m sure.”
“How?? I didn’t know Ann was such a sex guru!”
A blush returned to Makoto’s face. She waved her arms back and forth. “Adadada, enough of that talk!” Futaba giggled cheekily.
“Yes, mom.”
“Seriously though, Futaba, I would advise not asking about this. Yusuke is a very private person and you teasing him about something like that could make him close up completely. We already have trouble getting him to open up about his food and shelter situation half the time, so please don’t push it, and keep it to yourself.”
“..Huh. Maybe you’re right. I mean, I’m still curious as heck, but I promise I won’t tease Yusuke over his weirdities.. Anymore than I already do.”
“Just take it easy, okay?”
She nods, but the devil inside of her wants to know. She wants to know so badly and she’s not even sure why. There’s something inside Sakura that wants to crack open every piece of information in that brain of his and use it against him. Well, maybe not against him, but maybe for him.
She tries to think of the possibilities as she walks from Makoto’s house with the brunette by her side. She ended up staying the day, catching Sae on her break and eating dinner with the sisters. Makoto walked her to the station and waved her goodbye, cautioning her not to get too involved in this game of overshare.
But Futaba Sakura has a very wild imagination, and an even wilder determination.
Knock knock knock!
Ryuji pushed the door open and squinted into the darkness. “Hello? Oh shit, Futaba, what’s up? It’s kinda late, you good?”
“Yeah yeah! I’m here for a surprise sleepover!” She smiled cutely. He scratched the back of his head, looking back at the apartment with an unsureness.
“Uh.. woulda been nice to get some sort of warning.”
“Then it wouldn’t be a surprise…” She growled sadly, putting her arms forward like a cat begging for rubs. “I have things to ask you, a man. Things that Ren and Yusuke and definitely not Mona can help me with!”
Flustered and a bit intrigued, Ryuji sighs, stepping aside. “Alright, alright, come in.”
“Yes!” The nerd rushes past him, jumping on his couch before taking her boots off and tossing them towards the door with a thud against the wooden floor.
“H-hey! Relax, man, my ma’s sleepin!” The blonde made a downward motion with his hands to emphasize his point.
“Just sit down, please?” He did as told, legs wide apart with his head tilted to the side.
“What is it, ‘Taba? Gotta say, I really can’t think of any issues you’d have a problem telling Ren or Yusuke or even that annoying ass cat, but not me. I mean- I’m glad you picked me, I just dunno exactly what I can tell you that they ca-”
“It’s about Yusuke’s kinks.”
Ryuji’s mind turned to mush and he stopped talking immediately, sitting up with a confused monkey look on his face. “...Yusuke has kinks? Yusuke is.. sexual at all?”
Futaba rolled her eyes with a tint of red in her face. “Apparently! Yes! Why wouldn’t he be?!”
Ryuji raised his hands defensively. “H-hey, now! Chill out, dude! He just.. I dunno, I always thought he was funny, y’know?”
“Funny how?”
“..I always kinda just assumed he was a closeted gay guy.”
For some reason, though she’d find it very cool that they’d both be a part of the technicolor rainbow, this idea of Yusuke not being into girls at all made her feel frustrated. She furrowed her brows and pouted her lip. “I dunno..”
“I could be wrong. He’s denied it before, but all guys in the closet do, nah?”
“Well he’s definitely not ace at least.” She muttered, looking down at her thighs. She clasped them with her small hands.
Ryuji cleared his throat and scooted toward the gremlin girl. “Anyways.. You gonna spill or do I have to keep yapping?”
She looked at him distantly. “Spill?”
“His kinks! You came in here all excited tellin’ me that, I wanna know what they are!” He waited by the edge of his seat, grinning excitedly.
“Well.. that’s kinda the thing: I don’t know.” Ryuji’s face fell flat in disappointment. “I should have been more specific, I want to find out Yusuke’s kinks and I was wondering if you could assist me.”
He hugged a leg, tilting his head. “Okay, first of all, how do you know he even has kinks? Yusuke never seemed the sexual type to me.”
“Ren told me.”
He whimpered like a dog. “Eh?! He didn’t give me the scoop.. I thought we were best friends, Joker, what gives?”
“Quit whining, he’s just doing this to torture me!”
“Yeah, kind of a dick move to tell you one of our friends secrets and not spill the whole story.”
“Like a double kill.”
“Yeah! Like a double kill!”
They snickered.
“Alright, second of all.. Why do you wanna know Yusuke’s kinks?”
“Er..” Futaba looked around, playing with her hair. She still didn’t exactly know why she wanted to know these dirty secrets of Yusuke’s, why she fought so hard just to figure it all out. She barely knew anything about Yusuke’s sexual side herself and it’s not like they were dating or anything, so there’s no reason for her to even try to find out. Still.. A part of her wanted to know. She could feel the skepticism in Ryuji’s eyes piercing her core though and she did not like it. She gulped. “Don’t you wanna know too..?”
There was silence. Ryuji nodded and hummed.
“...Fair. Alright, I’ll help ya.”
“Nyeheheh! I knew you would!” She pumped her feeble fist.
“Now, we should start with the most common shit and work our way down, yeah? Look it up on your phone and I’ll write it all down.”
“No need to write it down and leave evidence, I’ll copy and paste it into my notes. I have a password on that app as well as a password to enter my phone, so he won’t ever find out what we’re doing.”
“Oh, r-right. I knew that!” Futaba giggled at his idiocy. He shrugged and adjusted himself on the couch, looking down at her phone screen. “So, what have we got?”
Futaba sat on Yusuke’s couch in the living area of his dorm room, swinging her legs as she scrolled through the list of kinks on her phone. In front of her was a small CRT TV playing an old episode of Star Trek. The TV was always turned on to this channel, as it was the only one the girl got a kick out of, and she was over her friends house quite often these days.
It kind of made her feel safe. Yusuke made her a pair of keys for her after a stunt involving a cat that wasn’t Morgana led to the artist being totally miserable for a week straight, refusing to eat even more than usual. This was also during Ren’s unfortunate stay in prison, so neither of their spirits were particularly high. They spent a lot of time in that room assisting the best they could through the internet to get Ren’s side of the story all in Yusuke’s dorm, where she’d lie on his lap and have him caress her hair occasionally, or when he’d fall asleep after hours of research squinting at his phone like an old man and she’d tuck him in, quietly settling in on the couch or sometimes, if she felt extra daring, far away next to him on the same bed! (Which wasn’t very far considering Yusuke had a twin bed.) She’d wake up drenched in sweat and he would blush like an idiot, stumbling back believing himself to be a pervert. She’d giggle and put his worries to rest, and he’d offer her a shower to get rid of the sweat, and then they’d spend the rest of the day together until Sojiro got suspicious and came to pick her up.
Hell, the entire reason Futaba had a key in the first place was because Yusuke wanted her around more. Well.. that, and because a bunch of his classmates would talk behind their backs, labeling her as ‘Kitagawa’s stalker’, ‘that cute loli who Kitagawa is banging’, ‘That bitch who doesn’t deserve his attention.’ So he gave her a key to avoid ‘those childish names and disgusting accusations.’
Futaba felt butterflies as she reminisced, reading the list over and over in her head whilst Spock spoke brashly on the TV to the rest of the crew. Sometimes, she thought they were right. She didn’t deserve him. She was just some neet who fed off his attention and made fun of him all the time. But he liked that, didn’t he? He liked a lot of things about her. Like her pet name for him, her dumb and sometimes inspiring commissions, her way of killing a silent room with noise and the way she checked in on him despite not exactly knowing how to react most of the time. Maybe there was a reason other than getting back at her pseudo big brother after all.
The sound of jingling keys disturbed and startled her from any other Yusuke related sexual fantasies, thankfully. Sweat beaded down her forehead and she quickly swiped it away, turning off her phone. She had memorized the list now, all 30 fetishes she would test him on. She stood up, hands behind her back in her usual stance, and smiled a small, nervous smile at him. He carried a bag on his back which he left at the door, greeting her as he did his routine.
“Hello, Futaba.”
“Hi, Yusuke! You wanna hang today??”
He stopped what he was doing to look at her, smiling back. “I doubt I have much choice.” He chuckled softly, locking the door before washing his hands at the sink, once, twice over. She huffs, stands up and tries kink number one.
“How was school?” He asks. She gets behind him as he cleans his hands and drapes her arms around the back of his neck, hands grabbing at his cheeks, scratching his clean shaven chin. He lets out a groan at first, surprised by the sudden contact. His fingers jolt electricity and he turns off the faucet. “F-Futaba..?”
Nerves are starting to get the better of her at this point. Her palms become red and sweaty as she playfully puts her hands over his mouth. “Mm? Mmm! Mi Mannoht Meek!”
“Sh-shush, Inari! Y-you’re being l-loud..” Her voice came out as a pathetic whisper. He wasn’t upset or even retaliating, but she didn’t think he was aroused either. He pulled her arms away with ease and licked his lips of her sweat. That visual definitely hardened something in the room, if not Yusuke. She was just lucky she was wearing a bra today.
“Pah.. How childish. Is that your answer then? I figured online classes were less stressful.” He smirked, looking down at her with a slow shake of his amused head.
Her entire body is hot, for various reasons. She grabs his sleeve and yanks him to the living area. “School was fine! Let’s watch Trek!”
He is not moved in the slightest from his position near the counter. “I must finish a homework assignment, so please do keep the volume low.”
“I will, I will. But first, you gotta get your HP up!” Perfect chance to try kink number 2. Then again, domination is hard to prove through regular playfulness, so perhaps she should come back to kink number 1 some other time.
“Whatever do you mean? oh yes, I almost forgot.”
“Your lunch after lunch awaits! I’ll cook for you.”
He began to ramble, standing up thinly. “No need. You are a guest-”
“ Yusuke. ” He’d freeze up the way she demands his attention. He nods.
“Yes, Futaba. Just please make it quick.” And she does. Ramen is easy, as always. Yusuke sits at the couch, barely listening to the TV episode whilst preparing his homework assignment on the foldable table in front of him. She comes back with a cup of noodles and places it next to his homework, taking chopsticks in her hand to pinch the food. Yusuke looks up with a raised brow. “What are you doing?”
“Feeding you. Multitask, s-so we can hang out faster!”
“Why faster? We have all day-”
“Open up!”
Womp!
“Mm! Fuutabah!” He whines, red highlighting his pale cheeks. Futaba smirks down at him with a strange confidence.
Haha! He’s blushing! Could this be it? Yusuke’s kink revealed?
“Pah!” He spits the noodles out all over her wrist. This just got a whole lot less sexy.
“Oops.. sorry.” She sheepishly puts down the feeding utensil and backs away. Yusuke looks at her with a dumbfounded.. Smile? He looks amused.
“You’re so silly. The definition of abstract.” Her stomach fills with electricity at the simple comment. Now her cheeks are red.
“Shut it, Inari..”
“Thank you for the food.” He bows quickly before digging into the cup. She washes her sleeve whilst watching him from the kitchen.
“This is gonna be harder than I thought...”
He pokes his head at her mumble with a mouthful of food. “Mm?”
“I said enjoy your food!” her foot collides with the trash bin softly, fists tightening as she paces around in a contemplative manner.
An hour later Yusuke's pencil drops. He sighs contently, cracking his knuckles. Futaba is sitting a few inches away, curled up in the corner of the couch. Usually she’d be way too bored or tired from school to stay conscious, but with the list in her mind and these stupid feelings tightening her chest, she just can’t nap. He, of course, realizes this when he looks over at her from where he’s relaxing.
“Hm? Did I wake you?”
“I’ve been awake.” He hums, sitting up from his slumped position to lean toward her.
“You seem off today. Are you alright?”
Her lips form a grumpy expression. Her sock clad foot rises and pokes him in his inner thigh. “Weirdo.”
Yusuke stiffens.
Futaba notices.
He does not move an inch, eyes wide staring off into space, mouth a simple line.
No way.
An expression of surprise turns to a devious smirk on the shorter demon.
“Yusuke~~”
Gulp. “Futaba.” His voice shakes.
“Hehehe. Boop!” Her other foot attacks, kicking him just above his waist line playfully. The artist flinched as a red heat crossed his pale face.
“H-hey, stop that!”
“No way! I figured it out!”
“F-figured what out?”
“No. This is inconclusive evidence!”
“What on earth are you going on about?” Futaba jumped up from her seat, looming over Yusuke. She looked taller to him now than she ever probably would. She fixed her glasses, stared intently at his crotch, but couldn’t determine his arousal. “Did.. did I spill something?” He shifts about awkwardly, looking away in what appeared to be embarrassment. She hummed, chuckling.
“Yusuke! Can I see some of your lewd works?”
“Futaba, for the last time I have never drawn anything lewd.”
“What about those naked models at Kosei? You draw them.”
“That is not lewd. That is beauty in its most natural form. The human body doesn’t have to be sexualized unless you sexualize it.”
“Penises are super sexual. What’s so beautiful about someone’s joystick?”
Yusuke sighs, standing up to tower over her. “Why are you asking to see my nude model sketches?”
“To study your style.” She replies fastly. It’s not a lie, technically.
He squints, looking down. “I.. suppose you can have a look.”
She claps her hands together and snickers, following him to his room. Futaba looks around the room for any hints towards Yusuke’s suspected foot kink, but there were no clues. Just some abstract art hung around the walls and, of course, the infamous Hope and Desire centered in a very open spot where it could be best examined. She gazed off into the painting whilst he pulled his sketchbook out of his bag. “Alright, here.” He beckoned. She followed, sitting down with him on his bed in a crisscross position. Both of them were wearing socks and as always were inches away from one another. Yusuke flipped through the book until he found the index labeled ‘Human Anatomy & the Beauty of Naturality.’ She stifled a laugh at the verbose title.
“Here is a boy with long, wavy hair. Much more feminine than other subjects. This one is a sporty type who posed for his girlfriend, however his figure was so unique compared to anyone on campus that I simply had to capture him. This is that boy that you spoke to momentarily on our way to the bakery…”
Yeah, yeah, yeah, big whoop. Get to the girls!
The men were detailed, sure. But once Yusuke got to the women’s section of the chapter.. Woah. Maybe it was the bisexuality talking, but Ms. Sakura was absolutely blown away by just how picturesque the girls in his drawings were. “Woah, momma. You draw boobs like you get paid for it!”
“Ahaha, thank you for the bizarre compliment,” he points down at one girl's crotch, “take a look at her. One of the few models in our program with natural hair. I know most find it a gross quality, but I actually think it’s more real than shaving what our bodies are bound to grow into.”
Whilst Yusuke spoke of the girls pubic hair, something Futaba made a quick mental note of for reasons she still didn’t want to tap into, she studied how Yusuke drew feet. Unsurprisingly, they were quite detailed, but just about as detailed as every other aspect of the drawing.
Damnit. Am I wrong?
“Maybe you should just ask him.”
Ryuji’s voice rang in her head. Stupid Ryuji.
“Hey, Yusuke,” she grabs his sleeve as he rambles, cutting him off. Her expression serious.
He turns to face her and sees just how bright red she is. “Hm? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just.. Look, I came here because I wanted to investigate something about you. I wanted to know, if uh… if you had a kink.”
“..A kink?”
She nods, a bit shamefully. He chews on his cheek, processing this information as she wallows in her own shame.
“May I ask why.” He calmly questioned. She looks up, nodding again.
“So.. Ren told me that he knew about one of your kinks while we were sleeping over. Don’t ask me how he knows- I don’t know and I didn’t ask. He told me but never told me what kink exactly and it’s been on my mind all day. I don’t know why it’s eating at me, but I’m just really, really curious. You don’t have to tell me, of course! And I’m really sorry for prying. Makoto warned me against this- I should have listened, I know, but-”
“Alright then.”
“Eh?”
“I’ll tell you.”
She looks to and fro, wall to wall as if she were about doing something illegal. Her glasses swayed as she leaned forward, hands on the bed just a few inches from his legs. “Really?
“Mhm.”
With a look of anticipation on her face, Yusuke stared off into space, wincing as he listed them. Yes, listed them.
“Food play, specifically involving creams and strawberry, I’m quite fond of stockings, boots, heels, American jeans, at times I enjoy bloodplay when it comes to coloring certain pieces, but that does not mean I self harm, I simply prick myself with a needle and the sight at times arouses, I could tell you had suspicions of my foot kink, I enjoy women who are shorter than me, the idea of cunnilingus is very exciting, especially being able to inspect the female genitalia and fully appreciate it, and last but certainly not least, I enjoy crossdressing!” As Yusuke went on and on, he went from monotone and hesitant to symphonic and ecstatic. Once done, Futaba’s jaw, which had been dropped since he started, closed up.
“...Yusuke.. Maybe uh, maybe don’t tell people all of those next time.”
“I didn’t. I’ve only ever told you. I assume Ren learned from Ann, since she was the first I ever told about my food play kink, as she brought up that she had it as well.”
“That.. makes sense. Huh. Wait, why didn’t you tell her about all of those when you had the chance? Ann is way more sexual than me.”
Yusuke gave her a look.
“...Okay maybe we’re pretty close. But, still.”
“You want my answer and yet I feel as if it’s so obvious; I trust you, Futaba.”
Those words alone sparked that same amorous feeling within the girl’s stomach that she had been feeling just from thinking of their cute, cuddly moments together. She held his bony hand, her body shaking ever so slightly, her anxiety spiking. She took a deep breath. Yusuke held her back, caressing her weak arms. Always so patient with her.
“Thanks for sharing that with me.. I know it’s dumb.”
“I’ve come to expect that with you.”
“Heh, right back atcha, Inari.”
“So.. will I be able to learn your kinks as well?”
She thinks on it for a moment before grinning shakily. “..It’s only fair. Which is why y-you aren’t gonna hear ‘em.”
“Ha, we shall see about that.” He embraces her as she shakes, chin over her long hair, hand running along her back.
As she melts into his hold, she thinks to herself as if she’s the main character of an anime.
Okay, maybe I do know why I wanted to know his kinks. Just let me be in denial for a few more weeks…