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Kajiyama Fuuta was sitting on one of the various benches scattered about the prison. There really wasn’t much else to do in such a place.
He allowed his eyes to fall shut while he sat, gifting them a bit of well deserved peace. It was needed after the beating he’d taken from Kotoko.
It was nice to have a semblance of relaxation. He could almost forget about Es and his fellow prisoners—
A sharp pain sparked in his shoulder. As a reflex, Fuuta swung a fist in the direction of the source of his pain. It was instinct to protect himself first, think second.
“Owwww—“
A familiar voice responded in a whiny tone.
The redhead was greeted with the sight of a blonde woman clutching her nose. He let out a sigh of relief. Right, it was just Shiina. Wait. He’d punched her in the nose?!
It didn’t take long for him to realize she stood on wobbly legs, her wheelchair stationed a few feet away.
The woman looked so weak that he wouldn’t doubt a gust of wind would knock her right over.
“What are you doing up?!”
He scolded, ushering the woman back to her wheelchair. She knew better than to fight him on this.
“And what were you doing?!”
Mahiru looked up at him, now seated safely in her mobility aid.
“Love chomps.”
She retorted simply, gnashing her teeth together as an example.
“Excuse me?”
“Y’know! Like a cat.”
She explained with a little laugh. Fuuta couldn’t fight the smile that came across his lips. Why was is it that this woman always found a way to break him down.
“Look!”
She grabbed his hand, pulling it to her mouth. She gently bit it in a playful manner, certainly not as hard as before.
“Om nom…”
Fuuta simply brushed her hair out of her face, his lips following where his hand just was. Leaving a gentle peck in its wake. Such fond actions weren’t rare for the two. In fact, now it was to be expected.
Mappi looked up at him once more, seemingly frozen in thought.
“Kajiyama?”
Her hands fiddled with her sleeve as she spoke.
“Mm?”
“I think I love you.”
He raised a brow, almost doubting his hearing for a moment.
“Yeah?”
“…yeah.”
“Well, I love you too.”
“No, I mean like. Real love. Like really good love, the good stuff.”
“I know Mahiru.”
“No fake I love yous and fights and stuff.”
“None of the-“
“Mappi.”
Fuuta cut the woman’s ramblings short.
“I know. I love you. In every meaning that head of yours can come up with. Got it?”
She replied with a nod.
“Good”
His lips met hers in a kiss and if only for a little, they both were able to forget about the prison they were trapped in, only focused on the presence of each other.