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Goro really did not want to be here. Ann had decided that holding a sleepover with all the ex thieves in her house was a good idea. Originally he’d planned on not going since it sounded like his own personal form of hell, which he most definitely should be experiencing but it seems life had other plans for him other than death. Unfortunately, due to a mix of his forced new best friend Ann’s begging and Ren’s annoying puppy dog eyes, he now begrudgingly sits surrounded by the other phantom thieves on Ann’s living room floor.
He found out throughout the months of reuniting with the thieves that some aren't nearly as annoying as he thought they were. He never hated Ren despite what he told himself that year, and as much as he hates to admit it, he really likes Ann. He would never say that to her face as she's clingy enough, but right now he’s never hated her more.
He is currently sandwiched between Ann (the devil herself), and Sumire, who is thankfully another one of the bearable people in this room. All the thieves are sitting round in a circle with various sugary drinks and snacks in the middle of them, chatting loudly amongst each other. He had always despised people, especially the noise that came with them, so perhaps this really was his own personal hell. Across the circle he could see Futaba attempting horribly to cover her laugh, and gets another mouthful of Ann's pigtail as she whips around to argue with Sakamoto. He sighs loudly, hoping to show his distaste of being whacked with a comically oversized ponytail to the room.
“Oh! I had a fun idea!” Ann exclaims as she whips her head around, giving him a mouthful of hair once again this evening.
He stares at her, clearly annoyed at the amount of hair currently invading his mouth.
“Ann, hit me in the face with your fucking hair again and I'm leaving.”
“Oh, oops… sorry Goro. Anyways! How about we play some party games, you know, since this is like a sleepover!”
Goro has never dreaded anything more in his life.
“Oh, that's a great idea Ann-chan!” Okumura chimes in, and Niijima next to her nods in agreement.
“Hell yeah! It's not a sleepover without party games, Only thing we're missing now is the booze. Hey Goro, go buy us some.”
Really, he should just kill himself right now. “Absolutely not. Sakura-san would kill me, and I think I've died enough for one lifetime.”
“Not only is that a terrible idea, but only two of us are at legal drinking age.” Niijima sighs. At least one of them is somewhat responsible, Goro dreads to think what would happen if not. How the hell the thieves survived 2 years ago is beyond him.
“Ever the law student, Niijima.” He decides to chime in just to annoy her. She gives him a side eye. Rude.
Sakamoto butts in. “What game are we even playin’ anyway?”
“Umm.. I didn't think that far ahead..” Ann says, because of course she didn't.
“Oh!, oh!, oh!, I got it, ME, ME!” Futaba shouts, waving her arms around like a hyperactive child, smacking Ren in the face and knocking his fake glasses to the floor.
“Umm, ow???”
“We play truth or dare!” She exclaims, while knocking both Kitagawa and Ren in their faces once more.
“Futaba, you seem to clearly not understand the concept of personal space” drawls Kitagawa, the king of being unaware of personal space.
“Shuddap Inari, like you're any better.” It was a very true statement.
“I shan’t tolerate this amount of slander to my name!” Kitagawa exclaims, and Goro wishes he was at home in bed right about now, but instead he has to deal with Kitagawa using words such as ‘shan’t’. By now, Goro’s decided that the floor is more interesting than anything the thieves have to offer, and it's surprisingly easy to block out the noise. Or maybe he's getting too used to it. Okay, maybe he’s a little dramatic, they aren't that bad. Well, most of them anyway. He really can't stand some of them, and sometimes he's honestly really surprised Sakamoto hasn't started an argument with him yet. This might be a world record.
“Ummm hello?? Goro?”
“Huh?”
“It’s your turn!” Ren tells him, and fuck, he definitely just looked really stupid. “Truth or dare Goro?” He wishes he was dead. God damnit.
Fuck it.
“Dare.”
‘How bad could it really be?’ Was what he was thinking, Until he saw Ren do that stupid face he does when he tries not to laugh. He’s so fucked.
“You have to let me style your hair, and you’re not allowed to change it back for the rest of the game!”
What.
“Was once really not enough for you?”
“Whattt, This happened before!!??” Ann whips her head around to look at him, once again slapping him in the face. Maybe he’ll suffocate to death on the amount of Ann’s hair that's been shoved in his face this evening, that would be nice.
“Ann, for fuck sake.”
“Answer the question!!” Smite him now. “Yes, okay, it happened before without my consent.”
“Yeah okay, says the guy who asked to dress me up afterwards.” Ren says as he does his familiar stupid joker smirk. He regrets missing.
“Fine!” Goro huffs, “Do whatever you want. I don’t care!”. He does, but that’s none of their business. Ren smiles smugly and moves to crouch in the middle of the circle, inches away from his head.
“Hold still!” Ren sings cheerfully, earning a death glare from Goro. His hands reach towards him, touching his hair, deliberately messing it up as much as possible to ruin the shreds of Goro’s dignity left. He sits, desperately trying to keep his composure as his hair is dishevelled within an inch of its life. Ren steps back with a triumphant grin on his face, admiring his work. Goro instinctively reaches his hand up to fix his hair, and is pulled back down immediately by Sumire. God damn her.
‘No, you have to leave it like that, remember? Rules are that you have to sit like this for the entire game!” Ren chimes in. Sighing, Goro shoves his hands in his lap, and takes a look around the room. Turns out while he was on another planet, Sakamoto's nails are bright pink, and Futaba's bangs are uneven and choppy, so at least he's not the only one who looks stupid.
“It's your turn to pick someone Akechi-kun!” Oh joy.
He sighs and looks around. Making someone he dislikes do something stupid sounds fun, but he wishes he didn't have to pick. “I’ll choose Niijima. Truth or dare?” He punctuates it with one of his old plastic smiles for good measure.
“Umm, truth I guess?” Maybe he should have planned a question beforehand, but how can he embarrass Niijima? If he's going down, she's coming down with him.
“Niijima, tell us your most embarrassing story.” He stares at her smugly as she flushes with embarrassment. Success.
she stares down at her lap slightly blushing.
“Umm, well on my first day of classes at my college I was staying at Haru’s house for the night after classes, so I had an overnight bag with me and um..” She hesitates ”My electric toothbrush turned on inside my bag… and everyone thought it was a, well.. you know, and they all knew it was coming from me.. “
The room fell to silence before bursting in laughter. Makoto stared for a second, before giggling along with them, hiding her face in her hands.
The game continues on in a similar fashion, and they play more rounds. Okumura was forced to let Futaba do her makeup, Sakamoto made Kitagawa draw Morgana only using his mouth, Sumire had to tell them if she had ever had a crush on anyone in the room, and Ann had to impersonate Niijima for 10 minutes.
He would never say it out loud, but Goro’s actually starting to enjoy himself. Until some of them started to get bored. The questions and dares got bolder, and Futaba and Kitagawa both forfeited after Ann made Niijima kiss a blushing red Sumire. Goro also considered dropping out, but apparently Ren could now read his mind (seriously, what can't this guy do) and gave him the annoying smirk he does when challenging Goro to something. Dropping out now would mean losing to Ren, and he wouldn't allow that.
He winks at him, the fucking asshole.
Goro casts Ann a suspicious glance, as an evil smile develops on her face. She's plotting something.
“Hey Goroo… truth or dare?” Oh no. He looks at her and sighs.
“..Dare.” Her evil grin grows wider. Fuck.
“You have to play a little game of seven minutes in heaven with...” she spins around, hitting him in the face again, and ends up pointing at Ren across the circle.
“What?” he frowns. As he’s never been to a sleepover, he has no idea what the hell that is.
“What?? You scared or something??” Ren asks, because he's stupid and annoying and he hates him.
“Of course not! Don't be stupid.”
“Then what's wrong, Akechi-kun?”
“Idontknowwhatthatis” he grumbles under his breath.
“I didn’t hear that, speak up!” Stupid, stupid, dumb Ren. He actually hates him now.
“I said I don't know what that is!” God, they must all think he's stupid or something.
“Oh I see, it's a fun little game where you and Ren get shoved in one of my closets for 7 minutes!”
“How is that a game?!” Is this what people get up to at sleepovers?! How stupid.”
“I guess you'll find out!” She winks. Great. He can't wait to be surrounded between Ann’s expensive clothing and the most insufferable person he knows for 7 minutes straight.
Ren smiles, doing his best impression of Ann’s famous evil grin. “It can’t be that bad, can it? Come on, Goro!” He's also planning something, which is fucking great for him.
“C’mon, let's go!” She yanks him up by the arm, practically dragging him to her closet upstairs in her room. Ren walks nonchalantly behind them. “Have fun!~” Ann giggles, ripping the door open and pushing him inside, with Ren squishing himself beside him.
The closet went silent.
By now, Goro’s decided this game really sucks. It's warm and stuffy, and really fucking awkward.
“Soo..”
“What do you want, Ren.”
“Uhh, we should do something to pass the time.” He punctuates this with a cough into his arm.
“Like what?”
“Hey Goro. Truth or dare?”
“Seriously, that's your genius idea..?” Goro wants to strangle him.
“Just answer, it's not like we have anything else to do.” He has a point, how annoying of him.
“Fine, truth.”
“Who was your first kiss?”
“... I'm not answering that.”
“Aww, c'mon Goro, don't you want to win!” He actually wants to leave, but he’ll accept the win.
“Fine, I haven't had my first kiss.” He mumbles,choosing not to look at him.
“Oh, me neither.” He has to be lying. Ren’s the best looking guy he’s met, he knows he must have had a girlfriend or something at some point.
“You think I'm lying, don't you?”
“No..” He lies, like the liar he is.
“Very convincing, Goro.”
“Shut up.” He pushes his arm.
The closet fills with silence once again.
“Truth.”
“I didn't even ask the question yet.”
“I don't care, give me a question.” he says, staring at him in a way that makes Goro’s stomach flip.
“Tell me then, Ren.” He stares back with just as much intensity.
“Why did you set this up?” Ren looks at him completely dumbfounded, like he didn't expect Goro of all people to notice.
“How did you figure it out?”
“Please, I have eyes. You've been looking over at Ann all night, and you didn't seem surprised when she told us to do this. So once again Ren, Why?
”
“Well, detective, since you're so smart, Why did I do it?” He smirks at him
“That's not how the game works. What happened to not losing?” Goro seriously hopes this works, because he has no idea why Ren would want to be trapped in a stuffy closet that smells like ann for 7 minutes.”
“...”
“..Truth or dare, Goro?” Oh, so now it's Goros' turn apparently.
“Oh? Skipping your turn Ren? It's not like you to be so scared.”
“It's related to your question, okay, so which one?” Fine, he’ll play this game.
“If you say so, Dare.” Ren has a cat-like grin on his face. Good. It looks like Goro picked the right one. Ren doesn't say anything yet, he just continues staring at him.
“Close your eyes.”
Ren steps towards him, not that there's very far to step in the first place. Their faces are so close now, if he just leaned slightly forward-
“Close your eyes Goro, unless you don't…” His heart feels like its about to explode out of his chest, since when did it get so fucking warm in here?
Goro closes his eyes.
He feels Ren's hand cupping his cheek, and holy shit.
Ren kisses him.
Goro stands there stupidly for a second, like his brain cannot process what's happening, before he leans into it and kisses him back. He's not sure how long they stand there for, it could have been seconds, maybe minutes, but the time doesn’t matter.
The door bursts open.
“Times u-” Ann stares at them blankly. Goro flushes and pushes Ren away, stumbling backwards and smacking his head on a shelf behind him.
“Nevermind, have fun!” she sings before waltzing away.
Ren coughs awkwardly into his sleeve, his face blushing a bright red matching with Goros' own face.
They stand there in silence for a moment, taking in what had just occurred.
“So... uh…” Ren speaks up first. In that moment, it hits Goro once again that this asshole planned this whole thing. Ren wanted to kiss him. What the actual fuck.
“Why?” Goro questions.
“Huh?”
“Why plan this, why did you kiss me?” Goro stutters over the last words, because he seriously can't believe they just did that.
“Because I wanted to..?” It sounds more like a question than a statement.
“Why?” He asks again, because apparently that's all his mouth is currently able to say.
“I... Uh…” Ren flushes harder than before. He looks like he might explode and splatter his brains across Ann's nice clothes.
“I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have..” He mumbles, pushing the door back open and starting to walk back out.
“Wait.” Goro exclaims, grabbing his wrist before he can walk away
.
“I didn’t mind, I just... Why?” Ren looks at him dumbly before regaining his composure. He smiles at him softly.
“I like you, Goro.” He takes back what he said earlier, he thinks his brains just exploded.
“Does this mean I win?”
“What?” Ren stares at him stupidly.
Goro pulls his arm and drags Ren back towards him, kissing him once again.
This time it’s Ren who stands there for a moment, before kissing him back with just as much intensity. It's heated, and more desperate than the first time. Unfortunately they both need oxygen, and it would be quite awkward for Goro to pass out right now, so they pull away.
“So does this mean you'll be my boyfriend?” Ren grins, winking at him. It loses some of its affect since he's still bright red and shaking slightly.
“Hmm, sure, I suppose so.”
“You're such an ass, you know that right?” he laughs.
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“Soooo, who was right, once again!, I told you it would work.” Ann exclaims smugly, elbowing him in the ribs.
“Yeah, yeah whatever, you were right.” Ren grumbles. He should really trust her instinct more; she's usually right about this kinda stuff.
“Thanks, Ann” he smiles at her. He really loves his friend.
“Awww don't worry about it Ren! At least I don't have to hear you pine over him anymore, this was more for my sake.”
She laughs.