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futa locked up his cell after coming back from the dining room, running his fingers through his messy hair.
today, orders and requests that were made last week finally came in. some people ordered some interesting things; mahiru ordered face masks for everyone, kazui ordered more cigarettes, and haruka ordered a bunch of board games.
as for futa, he just ordered some snacks and metal chopsticks. he dislikes using the wooden ones the prison gives him.
he doesn’t need much; since he’s not allowed to use electronics or anything, he’s pretty low maintenance when it comes to orders. it wouldn’t really matter, anyway; es gets his orders wrong almost all the time, and it’s become more of an inconvenience as of recent.
a knock from his cell makes him jump. he was just sitting on the side of his bed, but someone *had* to break the silence…
“futa! can i come in?”
yuno.
he’s not opposed to her question; in fact, yuno is probably one of futa’s favourite people in the entire prison. she’s chatty, but it never gets overbearing or annoying, and she counters it by being a good listener. she often helps out other people, and based on what he’s heard from others, her crime isn’t even that major.
there’s only one flaw; yuno likes to tease him.
she gets too up close and personal whenever he’s mindlessly ranting. she’s always giving him mixed signals when they talk that make futa question if she’s flirting with him. she always attempts to spend more time with futa, despite people like mappi and mikoto wanting to be around her more. all these things have contributed to futa’s growing crush on her, but he can’t deny that having no idea how she feels makes him worried and confused.
“s…sure.” futa responds, scratching the back of his neck as he walks over to unlock the cell door.
yuno walks in, and they both sit down on the edge of his bed, staring at each other intently. “lockdowns gonna start in like…half an hour, yuno. are you sure it’s ok to be here? the cell door is going to be locked until morning…”
“that’s ok! i’ll be quick!” yuno exclaims, smiling at the man. he can’t deny that her smile makes his stomach flip, but it’s not a bad thing. “i just wanted to show you some of the stuff i ordered. i got something for you.”
“f…for me?” futa asks, but he’s not sure why he’s stuttering. since when did he get so nervous? “you didn’t have to do that…”
“well, you never really order much, right?” yuno responds, and he nods. “so i thought i’d get you something, just because.” futa now sees that her hands have been behind her back this whole time, and he realizes he’s been paying too much attention to her pretty face.
“soo…tada!” she pulls out a small red box from behind her. it’s pocky, the stick shaped biscuits covered in chocolate shining proudly on the front of the box.
“chocolate pocky?” futa mutters. he hasn’t eaten that since he was a child, and he’s never really mentioned it…
“yep!” yuno smiles, immediately opening the box. well, so much for saving it for later. “mappi told me about this cool game some people play. wanna give it a go?”
“a game? with pocky?” futa cocks his head, trying to think of the last time he heard about a pocky game. it sounds familiar, but he can’t put his finger on it…well, it’s only a snack, right? what’s the harm?
“y…yeah, sure, why not…” futa responds hesitantly. yuno smiles again in acknowledgment, opening the bag inside of the box and pulling out one of the sticks.
“ok, here’s how it works.” yuno waves the stick around in futa’s face, making him lean back a bit. “we both bite down on either side of the stick, and we take turns biting pieces of it closer towards the middle. the first one to get flustered loses, ‘k?”
futa’s face goes totally red, completely at a loss for words. how can she say something like that so nonchalantly?
“what is it, futa? do you need me to-“
“n…no, i get the rules, just…” he’s practically incomprehensible, stuttering and trampling over his own words. “you want to play this with…me?”
“well, yeah. not to many options out of everyone else.” yuno rolls her eyes, a smile still plastered on her face. “plus, it’ll be fun! what, too scared? didn’t know you were the cowardly type.”
“i…i’m not scared!” futa snaps back, still trying to calm his head. “i’ll do it! just fuckin’ start already!” yuno seems to find his small outrage a bit funny, laughing and giggling as she watches him pout.
“ok, which side of the stick do you want? the chocolate, or the biscuit?” yuno asks, still holding the stick in her hand.
“don’t care. you choose whatever.” futa scoffs, trying to maintain his average front.
“ok! chocolate for me then~” yuno exclaims, putting the chocolate side of the biscuit in between her mouth. she motions futa to do so with the other side, and he obliges, biting done on the thin stick.
they’re inches away, and yunos teasing eyes make his face heat up…he’s trying to control his blush, but he must admit that it’s never been as hard as it is right now.
yuno starts; she takes a moderately big bite, getting closer to the centre. it takes futa a few seconds to actually process it, before she’s slapping his arm and making him take another one.
she takes a small bite this time, and futa does the same. yuno scoots a bit closer to the man, but he’s too heated to even notice.
another bite, their noses inches away from each other. she puts a hand on futa’s forearm, and he jumps, his face now as red as his hair.
one more big bite until their lips are almost touching, futa trying to convince himself that it’s too late to back out. he can tell yuno is preparing to bite again, and every bone in his body is resisting the urge to just kiss her and relieve the aching feeling in his chest.
she then bites so that their teeth are touching, and futa falls, letting her take the last bite before crashing his lips onto hers.
the kiss starts off rough and desperate, his hand moving to yuno’s face to hold it. she gasps, which gives him more access, before melting into the intoxicating feeling.
yuno feels…relieved. like a weight has finally been lifted off of her.
it quickly goes from messy to slow, gentle and passionate; she expects him to stop, but he just can’t seem to. her mind goes blank, completely entranced by the drunken feeling. suddenly, he grabs yuno’s hair, pulling it gently to deepen the kiss. she lets out a strangled sound, but that only pushes him closer, now getting on top of her as she melts into the mattress.
futa’s fingers being to run through her hair, his warm figure easing the bitter cold of prison. she hates how affectionate his movements are; yuno’s starting to think that futa cares a lot more about her than she thinks he does.
he only pulls away when they’re both breathless, the two of them gasping and heaving for air. futa realizes he’s on top of her, getting embarrassed and attempting to get off before yuno pulls him back down.
“so do i win?” yuno’s smiles, and futa’s face goes red hot once again. he mumbles a small ‘yes’ before she giggles and pulls him into a hug, his body now pressed up against hers.
they lay like that for a few minutes, futa still attempting to catch his breath as his mind wanders to find something to say. yuno begins to hum, and he thinks it’s the loveliest melody he’s ever heard.
suddenly, lights go out, a click is heard, and an announcement comes on stating that lockdown is in motion. futa’s cell is now locked from the outside, so no one can leave.
“guess i’ll be staying here tonight.” yuno teases, pushing futa by his chest so he finally stands up.
“i don’t have a problem with that, but…’m tired….” futa yawns, opening up the blankets on his bed and getting in. yuno follows, and it makes him blush so hard that his face muscles begin to hurt.
she cuddles into him, their chests touching as yuno wraps a leg around his waist and nuzzles her face into the crook of futa’s neck. “warm…” she mumbles, and it makes futa smile as she falls asleep a lot quicker than he does.
that night, futa had one of the best sleeps he’s gotten in a while.