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Fuyuhiko rubbed his eyes, letting out a quiet, pained groan. His head was aching, as if someone hit him with a hammer there. He slowly sat up, sucking in a hiss of pain as he did so. Surprise painted over his pale face as he felt warm sand under his palms. The blonde raised his hand to rub his tired eyes as he opened them to take in the new surroundings around him.
Kuzuryu had to immediately squint when his gaze landed on the bright sun. They were in class just a few moments ago, what the hell happened in the meantime, when he was passed out?
He finally opened his eyes wide open, looking around himself. To his own surprise, he wasn't alone. A few people were laying around him, some awake as well, some still laying on the sand, passed out. It seemed like they were on some sort of an island. Usually, it would be something he considers relaxing, to be surrounded by palm trees, the calming breeze of the ocean and the warm glow of the sun. Not this time. This time he didn't know where he was and how the hell he even got here.
Almost everyone there is unfamiliar to the young yakuza. Everyone, except for one person. A girl with silver colored hair and eyes red as sapphire. Peko Pekoyama. His lifelong childhood friend, his bodyguard and his tool. Someone his gaze found immediately, looking for her face the second he woke up.
He hesitated, not sure if he should walk up to her just yet. As Fuyuhiko looked around, he noticed with ease the confused expression of the rest of the people who laid on the beach with him. Nobody knew nobody. Maybe it would be best to keep his distance for Peko for now and see where this goes. Knowing each other, but keeping it as a secret could turn out to be an advantage in the future. Kuzuryu glanced at her, a quick sign that he recognizes her, but his eyes didn't linger on hers for too long, hoping that she gets the message he's trying to convey about keeping their friendship private, but also that no one grows suspicious of them.
It didn't take long until everyone, or at least most of the group, got up and had to listen to that sparkly plushie who dragged them here in the first place. As people were forming groups and pairs to explore the island, Fuyuhiko took it as the perfect opportunity to have one last talk with Peko.
"Listen, this may sound silly, but I don't trust this stupid place." He mumbled, looking around to check if anyone is listening in on them. Maybe he was acting a bit paranoid, who knows, but it's better to be safe than sorry about those kinds of things. "Do you even recognize anyone in here?"
Maybe he was just the asocial one, or just had a shitty memory. Maybe there was nothing weird going on. But that couldn't be the case, not when Peko shook her head, lost and confused about this whole situation just as much as Fuyuhiko was right now.
"It's better if we blend in." Kuzuryu murmured, scratching the back of his neck. This whole thing was fishy, but right now he has no choice but to go along with what everyone else is doing right now. "If it turns out it really is some dumb as shit field trip, so be it. If not, I want to have this advantage."
"I'll do anything you say, young master." Peko nodded, walking alongside Fuyuhiko, keeping a keen eye on both the yakuza and the rest of their surroundings. She was trained her whole life to make sure that the blonde is safe, so no matter how confusing the situation gets, she refuses to let go of her duties.
"How many times do I need to say this to you, stop calling me anything with the word "master" in it." Fuyuhiko sighed, a hint of annoyance creeping into the tone of his voice. He hated being called that, especially by Peko. "We're friends, aren't we?"
While he usually acted like your typical harsh yakuza, his voice and facial expression softened up when he added that line about their friendship. A part of him had grown fond over the swordwoman since they were around each other almost their whole life. It just... hurts each time she calls him "young master" or says how she's just his tool. Because Peko is so much more to him, someone he needs to be around, and yet that girl refuses to notice that.
"...Of course." Pekoyama mumbled, she rarely shows any enthusiasm or energy in her replies, but this time it seemed even more melancholic and quiet than usually. It's like she didn't believe those words at all, but simply didn't want to argue with Kuzuryu, knowing how irritable he is.
The young yakuza caught on with the unusual tone of her voice almost immediately. He let out a tired sigh, knowing he won't really get anywhere with her, not yet anyways. She was way too stubborn for a quick conversation. Well, that is one of the reasons why he likes Peko so much, but at the same time it could get on his nerves.
He really hoped that his gut feeling was wrong. That this island really was just stupid way for them to connect better with his classmates. And even if that was the inital idea of this field trip, it turned out to be the exact opposite of what he was hoping for. No, even worse. This island was one big nightmare.
Sure, he's a yakuza, it really shouldn't be a problem. But killing people, just like that? He has some sort of a moral code, goddamnit, who does this oversized plushie think he is!?
Getting out of here really wouldn't be that much of an issue for someone like him, even if his life and childhood weren't as rough and demanding as they were. He still had Peko. Peko, who would kill for him or take the blame without even a word of complaint. Leaving this cursed island would be the easiest thing he has ever done in his whole life.
Except that he couldn't do it.
He didn't give a shit about the rest of his classmates. Maybe he knew them, before all of their memories were taken away, maybe he didn't. Fuyuhiko wouldn't cry after them either way. But could he really do that to Peko? Could he really leave her to die in some cruel execution while he runs with no consequences? He's a yakuza, not some freaking monster.
"So I guess we're staying seperated, huh?" Kuzuryu muttered quietly as the rest of the class made it's way further into the island, this time in the direction of the restaurant and their cottages.
"Unfortunately, yes, I think we should stick to your initial plan." Pekoyama replied, slowly nodding her head a few times. She noticed with ease what Fuyuhiko had in mind when he suggested they keep their friendship to themselves. After all, she was with him her whole life, listening to his ideas, no matter if they ended up being good or bad. "I'll still keep an eye on you, young master. I promised to keep you safe and I will."
The blonde nodded as well, somewhat comforted by the knowlage that Peko's usual dedication to her job is still present. He wasn't too scared for his own safety since he could take care of himself pretty well. It just was nice to think that even if they're pretending not to know the other one, not to have any sort of a connection, they still technically have each other's back. At least something stayed the same in their lives.
"I doubt you'll have to step in any time soon, but that's good to know." The blonde mentioned, briefly glancing over the rest of their class. Not many people seemed to be caplable of killing and the ones that did have the physique for it, also happened to have the personality of a wimp to go with it. "I'll see you later, Peko. I hope, at least."
Fuyuhiko didn't really want to part ways just yet with the silver haired girl, but the less they talk, the smaller the chance is for people to think they know each other at all. He started walking a little bit faster, leaving Pekoyama behind and putting some distance between them.
The blonde immediately knew that without Peko by his side, this situation moved really quickly from annoying to unbearable.
He already was irritated with everything and everyone on this island, the only thing that was keeping him from snapping at people was the confusion and the need to come up with some plan with Pekoyama. Now that they knew what was happening and Peko wasn't there to knock some sense into his head, so he didn't bother dealing with anyone else's bullshit for longer than two minutes.
Kuzuryu refuses to be bossed around, too. He doesn't trust anyone in here and he won't make friends, either. What's the point of getting to know someone if that idiot is probably going to get killed off? Well, he does worry for Peko, but that's just his instincts. He knows damn well that girl fights with a sword better than she can breath, she can handle herself in case of an emergency or if someone ends up being stupid enough to try and murder her. He heavily doubts that this will happen since everyone should know what her ultimate is at this point. And no sane person will try their chances against the Ultimate Swordswoman.
He doesn't waste too much of his time by hanging around with the rest of his classmates, heading straight towards the cottages around the restaurant and finding his own. They met up, talked about their current situation and that was it. This whole day was a mess anyway. Fuyuhiko was exhausted, way too many questions buzzing in his head.
He got to his cottage, locking the door behind himself just in case, not wanting any intruders. And even if nobody wants to kill him at night, he didn't want anyone to barge in with some stupid wake up call.
Fuyuhiko sat down on his bed, hesitantly looking around the room and taking in this new place. After a few seconds he let out a heavy, tired sigh and hid his face in his hands. Fucking shit, he was supposed to be a yakuza. Strong, tough and fearless, ready for everything that life wants to throw his way.
But he didn't feel this way. No, not at all.
Because, the truth is, he was still a kid. Maybe he hasn't cried in years, never lost a fight and hoped to protect those he loves. But how the hell was he supposed to do all those things when death is around every corner?
He just doesn't know what to do or how to deal with this situation. No one in his place would really know what to do.
On the good side... Is there really a good side? Sure, he can prove to himself that yes, he can manage his gang, that he's mature enough. But he can't think positively no matter how hard he tries. Countless questions filled to the brim with anxiety occupied his already troubled mind.
What if he loses Peko because of this stupid game? What if he's the one to die, what if he can't protect one of the two women he cares the most about? Wouldn't that make him a complete failure? The leader of a yakuza can't even take care of those who are important to him. Fucking pathetic.
Slowly, the longer he sat on his bed in that eerie silence, he felt his eyelids grow heavy. Even if the day wasn't productive at all, the seriousness of the situation he found himself in definitely took a toll on his mental health. Hell, he still couldn't believe something like this even happened to him.
Either way, he felt absolutely exhausted, wanting to just fall over and go to sleep, for a few days maybe. Fuyuhiko stood up, wanting to change out of his suit, but before he could do that, he heard someone knocking on the door to his cottage. The blonde cursed quietly under his breath, wondering who the fuck is stupid enough to think that they can bother him at such an ungodly hour?
The second he opened the door, his angry voice died in his throat. It was Peko who was standing before him, she was the one that wanted to talk to him.
"...Peko?" Kuzuryu mumbled out, his voice sounding surprisingly more tired than even he expected it to be. He hesitated for a few seconds, looking outside just in case anyone was out of their cottage before he stood to the side and opened the door wider, letting Pekoyama inside his room. "Did something happen?"
Fuyuhiko sounded... worried. That soft tone of his voice was unusual for the young yakuza, someone who was loud, harsh and hostile on a daily basis.
The two of them decided just today, a few hours ago, that they should avoid revealing that they know each other. He was perfectly aware that Peko wouldn't break his orders if it wasn't something serious, so it's natural that Kuzuryu was worried if everything was okay with her, or if she found out about something that could be a threath to either one of them.
However, that did not seem to be the case of swordswoman unannounced visit.
"Everything is okay, young master." Pekoyama reassured him, her voice monotone and emotionless as always. There was a hint of fondness in it, but it was barely hearable. Not even Fuyuhiko caught on with it and he knew her his whole life.
"Then why are you here, Peko? I know it's not like you to do something like that." The blonde pointed out, crossing his arms as he leaned his back against one of the walls in the cottage.
"I know, but... I wanted to check up on you." The sliver haired girl explained, a hint of guilt in her usually plain tone of voice. She didn't want to make Fuyuhiko mad or anything like that, but this killing game was putting a lot of stress and weight on her shoulders. Peko just wanted to be sure that everything is alright with him.
That was surprisingly sweet of her to do that. Kuzuryu was used to her usually cold attitude. Sure, she was incredibly caring and even protective over him, but she always made sure to keep herself in check, to never let an ounce of fondness or emotion show over her stoic mask.
"I am truly sorry, young master, if my reckless actions bring unfortune to you." Peko quickly apologized, that hint of guilt and emotion vanishing just as fast as it showed up. That usual lack of emotion disappointed Fuyuhiko a little bit. While he loved Pekoyama just the way she is, it's nice too when she lets him see a glimpse of her real self and real feelings.
"But I couldn't fall asleep when my mind was filled with thoughts full of worry." The silver haired girl continued speaking, hanging her head low as a further sign of apology. He didn't want her to feel bad about caring about him, for fuck's sake. It was a... sweet gesture after all, something he would like to happen a bit more often, just to see the true emotions she usually hides.
"Peko, it's okay." Fuyuhiko sighed, he was never very good with reassuring or comforting people. Most of the time when someone was down in the dumps his go to thing was to tell them to pull themselves together. But this was Peko and he'd never ever tell her to just suck it up. She was there his whole life to cheer him up when something bad happened, so for once he would love if he could be the one to wipe away her worries. "I know we agreed to keep this a damn secret, to avoid having interactions like these, but you have always watched over me and my safety, and I guess I appreciate it."
The sliver haired girl seemed touched by his words, no matter how awkward and stiff they sounded. They knew each other perfectly, always able to catch on to the even slightest hint of emotion or their true feeling and this case was no different than their usual interaction. Peko noticed with ease how geniune Fuyuhiko actually was about his words, as if she managed to catch a glimpse into his soul.
"Ah, if that's the case, then... I feel glad that I managed to make young master happy and satisfied with the actions I have taken." Peko raised her head a little bit, her face revealing little to no emotions, yet her eyes told Fuyuhiko everything he needed to know. And, well, her words too. She's not one to lie. "I think I have developed a habit over all this time of making sure you are safe."
The blonde knew she's going to worry anyway. While Pekoyama took everything calmly, her whole purpose was to keep Fuyuhiko away from dangerous situations that always were happening around him, and this whole island was one big danger. They probably felt similar about this killing school trip or whatever that overgrown plushie calls this. They both felt like they need to prove themselves, in a way.
"Peko... Do you want to stay here tonight?" The blonde asked, cringing at his own words. What the fuck came over him to even say that? Trying to excuse his words with wanting to sooth Peko's oh so overwhelming worry would be a bit of a strech, to put it lightly. Because Fuyuhiko knew damn well that thos antics of his weren't about comforting the swordswoman at all. Okay, they were, but that sadly wasn't the main reason for the way he was acting this evening and for his sudden, unusual request.
Fuyuhiko wanted to comfort himself.
The presence of Pekoyama along his side was the only thing that remain at least somewhat the same as in his life before this cursed school and this cursed island. And the young yakuza craved that presence, that normalcy like never before.
Besides, it doesn't help how pretty and charming he found that silver haired girl.
"If this is what my young master requests of me, I shall comply." There was only one thing that irritated Fuyuhiko about Peko. How... bland she seemed about some things, how she rarely gave him her own opinion about some things, trying to avoid showing feelings or irritating the young yakuza on accident.
"That is not what I asked, Peko. I asked if you want to stay the night in my cottage." The blonde pointed out, this time putting a little bit more accent on the face that he was asking her about what she wants. He's a yakuza, yes, but he's refuses to force people, especially women, to do things they are not comfortable with doing. "It's your decision, alright?"
He could see the hesitation on her eyes, that beautiful ruby-like shade of red he liked looking at so much.
"I... I think that I do want to stay and make sure we both spend this night safely." Peko admitted after a few seconds of silence filled with tension. Kuzuryu was slightly worried that she wouldn't agree, that she would reject his barely hidden adances, but he was quickly able to let go of that anxiety that overwhelmed him just a little while ago. "Guess even I am not able to rid myself of life long habits."
The blonde smiled lightly at that, it was a bit of a habit for the silver haired girl to loom over him every second of the day. Sure, he was exaggerating that a little bit, but sometimes it really did feel like that, especially when they were kids. He'd get himself in trouble way more often than these days, yet not a single hair fell off his head, Peko's careful gaze and hands skilled with swords always there to protect him. Her role still didn't change, not after all those years, during which he actually managed to learn some common sense, something he was lacking severly during his childhood.
If someone, anyone, told him a few years ago that he'd be falling asleep with goddamn Peko Pekoyama sitting right next to him, he would never believe that. Not because he hated the idea of that, or because he has never look at her like that, but because it would be equal to Heaven to him. And that's exactly how he felt right now.
He laid on his back in his bed, eyes stuck on the ceiling. Peko was sitting next to him, refusing to lay down by his side, as if... flustered by that idea. At least he hoped that's the case and not that she's disgusted by him or anything.
"Hey, Peko?" The blonde called out, fiddling with his fingers that he had resting on his chest. Damn, this really felt like some sort of a sleepover. "You think that idiot Byakuya really will be able to stop the rest of the class from going on some fucking murder sprees?"
"Maybe." The swordswoman commented shortly, she didn't seemed very convinved by her own answer. Her gaze lingered for a few seconds on his face, as if trying to silently count the freckles littered actoss the blonde's cheeks. Soon she managed to tear her eyes away, focusing their attention on the wall hidden in the darkness of the clear night, the moonlight barely coming through the blinds. "But it seems that Monokuma knows what he's doing. Maybe he's prepared for the case of someone trying to stir us away from the path of a murderer."
"Yeah, that's... probably the case" Fuyuhiko muttered, not surprised at how realistic her speculations are. He didn't think about that, but it seems like she checks out every single possibility. Even after all this time he still found that skill of hers to impress him each time she says something so on point with their current situation.
"Goodnight, Peko" The blonde added softly after a few more moments of silence passed them. He rarely had troubles falling asleep, but her presence was surprisingly calming.
"Goodnight, young master." She responded quietly, the tone of her voice matching his. Their eyes met for the last time this night before Fuyuhiko closed his, falling asleep soon after doing so.
As for Peko... While she was quite the insomniac, even she felt drowsy next to someone she cared for so much. The silver haired girl rubber her eyes, but refused to go to sleep just yet, for there was something a little bit more important she wished to do.
The swordswoman reached her arm out hesitantly towards Fuyuhiko, her hand trembling a bit, but she finally made the decision. Her palm rested softly on top of the blonde head, her fingers threading through the neatly buzzed hair. That feeling, a little rough but still nice nonetheless, made the corners of her lips curl up in a hesitant, but satisfied smile.
Did she feel bad for taking advantage of her masters asleep state? Yes, a little bit. Does that feeling of guilt get absolutely outshined by how amazed she is right now? Oh, absolutely.
Her whole life Peko was stripped of simple pleasures, her childhood focused on harsh training. She didn't hate her fate, the fate of a tool to it's master, but she could only wish that some things would be that same as most children should experience.
Maybe she never got to touch a cute animal, but there was a good enough subsititude right in front of her. One that she held actually way more fondness for that she'd like to admit.
After making sure that Fuyuhiko truly was asleep, Peko allowed herself to be a little bit bolder. Besides letting her eyes roam freely over his soft features, admiring the freckles that were littered all around his face, she did one thing that made that shy grin of hers widen up a little bit.
Pekoyama leaned down a little bit, hesitant about her gesture. But she slowly pressed her lips to his forehead, the shy kiss lingering for a few seconds. While to most people this wouldn't be a big deal, Peko's heart was racing. There was no place for affection in her life before this and God, she'll treasure this memory till the end of her days.
She soon let go of Fuyuhiko, not wanting to push her luck further. The swordswoman always knew when to stop, no matter how much pleasure of happiness it could be bringing.
"Goodnight..." Peko whispered once again, putting down her glasses. She closed her crimson eyes, letting out a soft, satisfied sigh. Despite the grim situation, this truly was the greatest moment of her life.
She didn't stir much, didn't move much during her light slumber. The only thing that changed in the morning about their positions were their hands, holding each other tightly, as if terrified of what would happen if they let go. However, neither of them spoke about this.
Both of them agreed that they shouldn't leave his cottage at the same time, worried about someone catching them. It wouldn't even be so horrible if someone found out about their connection, what worried them more were the... implications of them spending the night together. Especially with someone as perverted as Teruteru around them.
It was decided that Peko would be the one to leave first. She was a stealthy and a quick thinker, being able to muster up lie the second she's asked a question. Her constant poker face also helped with her deception skills since it was almost impossible to catch even a glimpse of emotion in her monotone expression.
While sneaking out of the cottage alone seemed to be a breeze, she's been caught when she was on her way to the restaurant, where they were all supposed to meet. Ah, just perfect. Kazuichi, almost equally as perverted as Teruteru and twice and loud and annoying.
"Why are you coming out of this side? Aren't there only guy cottages by that side?" The mechanic asked when he noticed Peko coming up behind him. Soon, that little peanut brain of his came to a stupid conclusion and a smirk already was forming on his face. "Oh, don't tell me you were-"
However, Pekoyama was having none of that.
"Just try thinking of that and I'll break you in half." The swordswoman threathened him, the coldness in her eyes seemed to intimidate Souda enough for him to shut up. He really was all bark no bite, huh? "I saw something rustling in the bushes and I wanted to make sure it wasn't a blackened escaping their crime scene."
"If you say so..." The pink haired man muttered, his spirit clearly down after Peko scoffed at him, her lie also adding to his worries. But it seemed like he didn't sound humble enough for someone else, another girl who slapped the back of his head, interrupting his mumbles.
"Hey, Peko's trying to care for us, and that's how you repay her? Have some respect and be a gentleman, instead of making comments like that." Mahiru's loud and demanding voice scoffed at Kazuichi, clearly irritated with the way he was acting. Peko liked that girl, how she took no bullshit from anyone and went by her own rules. Maybe she wasn't skilled with any weapon, but her attitude was something to admire as well.
Besides that small hiccup, making her way to the restaurant went without any troubles. It was even a little pleasant since she found herself enjoying Mahiru berating Kazuichi, saying that if he really was a man, he should be the one jumping in the bushes, not Peko. It was... sweet to hear someone protect her so fierecly, even if it was a bit too much. Was she making... friends? It was a nice feeling, something new at that, too.
However, that pleasant moment didn't last long, because Fuyuhiko was nowhere to be found at their breakfast meeting. It irked her a little bit, how careless her young master was.
"I'll go look for him. Please, don't wait for us to return, you'll summarise everything later." Peko volunteered almost immediately, a hint of her worried. Maybe he was just being obnoxious or maybe something happened. Either way, she wanted to be the one to find out which is it going to be in the end.
She made her way to Fuyuhiko's cottage first, doubting he'd go on long escapades around the island to appreciate it's beauty or whatever. Peko was, of couse, correct. As soon as she knocked on the door, she could hear his irritated voice call out.
"Hey, go away. I'm not going to your dumb little meeting, no matter what you fucker will say to me."
"Young master? It's me, Peko." The swordswoman spoke up, hoping that he wouldn't actually talk to her this way. She was just his tool, of course, but he had treated her quite well her whole life and she couldn't help but admit to the way her heart longed to be something more than just that.
"Peko? Well... I'm still not changing my mind." That's not exactly what she came here for. Pekoyama just wanted to make sure that the young yakuza was okay, that she didn't fail at the only thing that was the purpose of her life, hell, of her whole existance.
"Can I at least come in?" The silver haired girl asked quietly, resting the palm of her hand on the wooden surface of the door. There wasn't an asnwer from Fuyuhiko, but she heard a click, a sign that he was letting her inside his cottage.
"Why didn't you-" Before she could finish her question, Kuzuryu was already giving her a bitter answer.
"Why didn't I come to the restaurant to hang out with those guys?" The blonde repeated her own question, just wording it a little bit different that Peko wanted to. She gave him a small nod, a hint of curiousity in her eyes despite her face staying expresionless. It was almost uncanny, really.
"Look, you and me both know we'll need to kill one of those chumps at some point. I don't want to get too attached, alright?" Fuyuhiko huffed, sticking his hands in the pockets of his striped suit, tilting his head down a little bit. He still didn't let Peko speak up, wanting to tell her everything that he felt about this before they get into a discussion.
"I can't die in here, and I'm definitely not letting you die in here, either, okay?" Kuzuryu sighed, already accepting what had to be done and he knew that Peko was aware of that, too.
"That's what you have me for, young master. I'm your loyal tool and your weapon..." The swordswoman pointed out, knowing that she'll gladly take away the life of every person that Fuyuhiko even so much as points his finger towards. However, it seemed like her words didn't help to sooth his anger, flaring it up even more instead.
"No, no I don't have you for that, don't you understand!? Don't you understand that you are not just a tool for me!?" The young yakuza exclaimed, he was rarely mad with Peko, but this must have been one of those "special" occasions. "Peko, you're... you're so much more than that."
It sounded almost like a confession. Her usually cold heart started to beat a little faster, a glimmer of hope mixed with disbelief started growing in her eyes as she listened to him speak, too surprised to actually say something of value herself.
"Maybe this will ruin our... fuck, I don't even know how to call it what we have. Because, Peko, God, I love you so, so much, yet you constantly distance yourself from me and I can't bear it anymore, I can't bear hearing you call yourself just my tool when this isn't how I ever viewed you at any point in my life." The blonde rambled on, talking almost too fast for the swordswoman to understand him. Almost. Each words of his hit her clearly, tugging on a special heartstring. Could he really love her? Someone who was his tool his whole life? No, she wasn't his tool, not now, not never, not to him at least. "Just tell me, why in the fucking hell do you do that?"
"Young master..." The silver haired girl uttered, but he interrupted her again. He almost sounded hurt.
"Stop with this bullshit. I have a name and I hope you remember it." Kuzuryu was done with this. They were in a situation in which Peko's cleverness wouldn't be enough to get them out of it in ten minutes, so if they're really going to work together in it, they better ditch those idiotic formalities.
"Well, um, Fuyuhiko..." She stammered, not used to the way his name, his actual name, rolls off her tounge. Peko hesitated, the words "I love you" still sounding loud and clear in her mind, distracting her from what she needed to say to him. "I apologize, Fuyuhiko. I think that I'm... scared."
For the first time since her childhood and intense training, she admitted to her fears. She always tried to ask so strong around her young master, her Fuyuhiko, but she could tell that it was her only chance to be truly vulnerable and honest.
"Scared? Goddamnit, I know I can be harsh sometimes, but what the hell someone like you is even scared of? You know I'd never hurt you, I'd never lay even a finger on you or laugh at you."
"I know that, I'm just not supposed to feel this way, not about you or anyone." Peko admitted hesitantly, carefully picking her words to convey the kind of turmoil that was happening deep down in her soul, one even she didn't understand fully. "I'm supposed to be your tool, am I not?"
"Maybe you were." The blonde hummed, finally accepting that Pekoyama was, sadly, trained her whole life to be viewed as that. And he hated that with his whole heart since that beautiful girl in front of his deserved the whole wide world. He placed his hand on her cheek, having to look up to meet her eyes. "But you feel how you feel, and you can't change that. I don't want you to change that."
Fuyuhiko's soft, geniune words made her heart melt a little, her monotone expression fading, waiting to be replaced by a mix of surprised and fondness. She leaned down a little bit, their eyes meeting in a quiet agreement. They knew what was about to happen and both of them clearly wanted that.
Kuzuryu's other hand wrapped around her slim waist, bringing her closer. The swordswoman held him close as well, resting around his neck, one hand on the back of his head. She could feel his buzzed hair brush against her skin once again and she relished in that rough feeling.
They wasted no time and no words before their lips finally met together. Nothing in the world could pull one away from the other, lost in their kisses.
One, two, three, four... They both lost count, their attention going towards one thing - the person right in front of them. Someone they yearned for for too long, someone that they could finally hold in their arms.
This truly did feel like Heaven to Fuyuhiko, a moment he had dreamed of for so long, yet he never though he'd achieve it. Goddamnit, he was kissing Peko Pekoyama, the woman of his dreams, and it was all thanks to this stupid killing game? Fuck, maybe that overgrown plushie was good for some things after all.
There weren't many things the blonde could focus on, and all of them involed the gorgeous girl in front of him. He could feel her muscles tensing up when they first kissed, but relaxing the longer it went on. He could feel her soft skin under the palm of his hand that was cupping her cheek, pulling her closer. He could feel that she was just as inexperienced as he was, and that made this kiss all the more perfect.
As for Peko... Her insecurities were slowly disappearing the more she focused on his lips pressing against hers. Was she good enough? Was she just a tool to him? Is she even worth such a moment? All of that didn't matter, the only thing that mattered was the soft kiss they were sharing.
She wanted to get lost in this feeling, to forget about the killing game and about needing to get out. His lips on hers, moving in a slow, soft rythm were the only thing that deserved even an ounce of her attention.
"Fuyuhiko..." Peko whispered quietly when they pulled away, drowing in that beautiful green shade of his big, round eyes. Her hand slid off his scalp, wrapping around his neat tie, crumpling it a little bit in her tight, nervous grip. "I think I know how I feel, I think I understand."
"Yeah?" He murmured, not wanting to hurry her up. The blonde wanted her to take her time, to speak of what she needs to speak about in her own time.
"I think that I'm in love with you, too." The silver haired girl replied quietly, the tone of her voic similar to a dedicated whisper. This was so... perfect. Like that exact thing she dreamed of as a little girl, her head still filled with dreams back then. It seemed like those dreams were coming back to her after all these years.
"That's just what I wanted to hear." Fuyuhiko admitted, pulling her closer to press a soft kiss to her lips. Not one nearly as long lasting as the first one. It was something shorter and sweeter, something to reassure her, almost like a promise. A promise that he'll take good care of her heart and the feelings she laid in front of him.