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[purrtagonist]

[literally no reason, he just assumed she might be in the middle of something and didn't want to impose?? or, like. wanted to give her time to get there. IT'S FINE]

Great. See you soon.

[anyway, Akira is nowhere to be found when she arrives. mysterious]

[flyingsolos]

[ Akira is a good boy.

Anyway!!

Rion will get there a bit before thirty minutes is up, glancing around anyway, in the off-change that he might have been waiting. But. Hm. ]

I guess not...

[purrtagonist]

[when she drifts closer to the ring, right up against the walls that set it so high above the ground, soooomething reaches down from above and taps her on the shoulder]

[if she looks up, she'll see Akira, lying on his stomach and peering over the edge of the ring with one arm folded under his chin and the other waving at her. hello!!]

[flyingsolos]

[ oh.

Rion, to her credit, doesn't jump when she's tapped, but her chin jerks up and then she's staring up at him with a bewildered expression that quickly shifts to one more.. fondly exasperated. ]

How long have you been there?

1/2

[purrtagonist]

[in lieu of a verbal response, Akira lifts a finger to his lips, eyes dancing with mischief]

2/3 i lied

[purrtagonist]

[and then. . . he shows off]

[he goes from lying prone on the stone to vaulting off of the edge of the ring as quick as lightning. he doesn't launch himself far-- just far enough to do an impressive mid-air twist so he lands in a crouch facing Rion]

[which makes, like]

[closing the distance between them]

[and effectively nudging her back against the wall]

[as he props his elbow against same, right near her head]

[so much easier]

[KABEDON]

[purrtagonist]

Hey there.

Come here often?

[he's a nerd]

[flyingsolos]

[ oh my god

She will admit (to herself) that she's more than a little impressed that he stuck a graceful landing after an agile midair maneuver not too long after he'd nailed himself in the face with a cabinet door.

And she will also admit (to herself) that having him this close with the wall at her back makes her breath catch a little.

But then he goes and opens his mouth and it takes all of Rion's years of stage experience not to burst out laughing. ]

If I get more shows like that, I just might.

[purrtagonist]

[he knows in his heart that she's trying not to laugh, and that fact just makes his grin widen, the impish curve of his mouth growing sharper]

Oooh, good to know my mysterious allure worked. But I have something for you.

[and then he pulls what looks like a postcard out of his pocket, and hands it to her]

[flyingsolos]

You should've told me we were doing a present exchange.

[ Why is her boyfriend so nerdy, and why is that so endearing--

Oh, well. Rion only blinks once, then glances down at the postcard.

Or the postcard lookalike. What is this, exactly? ]

[purrtagonist]

[IT'S. . . . . A CALLING CARD!!]

To Rion Kugayama, the starry-eyed idol who brings hope to the world.

You pour your heart into inspiring your audiences, and light up the lives of everyone fortunate to cross your path.

That is why I've decided to steal a kiss, right from your very mouth.

From, Joker, of the Phantom Thieves of Heart.

[AKIRA, MEANWHILE. . . . JUST LOOKS SO PLEASED WITH HIMSELF]

[flyingsolos]

...

What the... heck--

[ Except this is stupidly touching and so corny but also kind of romantic but so corny. Rion's not really sure how to respond, lips moving silently as she reads the words again and then meets his eyes with a shaky laugh, card clutched carefully in her hands. ]

You're such a dork!

[purrtagonist]

[and Akira laughs, light and breathless and glad that she seemed to enjoy his little display of extra-ness. and, provided that she lets him. . . he hooks am arm around the back of her neck and draws her in for a much-needed kiss]

[it's been almost a month. he missed this so damn much he can't even put it into words]

[flyingsolos]

[ as though she'd stop him at this point. Falling asleep, curled against each other in exhausted torpor, was all well and good, but there's something to be said about just being able to enjoy being unabashedly affectionate without having to worry about each other's physical states.

Rion only hesitates long enough to slip the card into her pocket, and then she's draping her arms over his shoulders and pressing closer to deepen the kiss almost immediately.

It's nearly overwhelming, just how much she's missed this. How much she wants to stay this close. ]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . it's nice, to be able to hold her like this again. to be able to feel her warmth pressed against his body, curved right against him like two interlocking pieces of a puzzle. to feel her mouth against his, kissing him with everything she's got. he slides his arms around her waist and leans into her to keep her back pressed against the stone of the fighting ring]

[hopefully that isn't too uncomfortable. or hopefully, she's far too distracted by the way he follows her deeper into the kiss without any hesitation whatsoever]

[flyingsolos]

[ It's a little uncomfortable. When she's got Akira's solid warmth pressed tightly against her, it makes the jutting stone of the wall behind her all the more evident in comparison. It's rough, scraping.

But Rion ignores it, because she has more important things to focus on. Akira hadn't been able to feel her before. From the way he's kissing her now, that's obviously no longer an issue, and her hands ease back, just a bit, to clutch at his shoulders, greedily keeping him close.

Even when she finally draws back, breathless and pink-faced, it's only to murmur: ]

That's one.

[ She's keeping her promise. ]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . ah.]

[Akira takes a moment to catch his breath, even as the reminder of that promise causes his heart to skip a beat. his own cheeks are painted a nice shade of scarlet, and his glasses hang crooked off of his ears. with a deep inhale, he untangles his arm from Rion's back, only to pinch the frames of his eye wear and push them to the top of his head]

[and then he leans in again, fingertips ghosting against her cheek (warm, soft, so so addicting), to kiss her]

[flyingsolos]

[ It's a good look for him. Red. Glasses shoved on top of his disheveled hair.

But then his fingertips brush against his skin, and her own hands lift, pressing her palms against his cheeks now that he can finally feel the heat from them and the way her fingers trace soft lines over his cheekbones. It's hard to focus on much else beyond the desire to feel him, to let him reaffirm as much as he wants that she's here and she doesn't want to stop kissing him.

Which she's at least demonstrating now, letting her back thunk against the unforgiving wall and tipping her chin up to willingly return to kiss #2. ]

[purrtagonist]

[if this is only kiss number two, then they're absolutely going to be here for a while]

[. . . his hands don't wander, per se. the one on her cheek stays there to cradle the lines of her jaw, perfectly innocent. but the one behind her back shifts so it's resting on her waist instead (because having his arm pinned between her and harsh stone is very uncomfortable, oops), thumb drawing gentle patterns against her hip]

[after a few good, long moments of drinking her in (everything about her, from the way she tastes to her hands on his own face), he eventually pulls back for air. though he doesn't go far at all]

. . . nine more?

[and he's a bit breathless himself when he speaks]

[flyingsolos]

[ Rion laughs, and her breathing is definitely more than a little ragged.

But she seems comfortable with his hands, nuzzling their noses together as one hand drifts down to slip just slightly under his shirt. Only to rest on the skin, of course. ]

Think you can handle nine more? I don't want to overwhelm you.

[purrtagonist]

[there's definitely no mistaking the involuntary shiver that courses down his spine when her fingers brush against his skin. nor is there any mistaking the way his eyes alight with interest and encouragement-- please, feel free.]

Rion-- [he says her name as though it's filtered through smoke, words rough and gravely] -- I could handle twenty more.

[HE'S NO PUSHOVER]

[flyingsolos]

[ Yeah, she had a feeling. ]

Yeah? [ Well, she was doing a great job at acting cool, maybe, but then he says her name like that and her eyes darken just a tad. Okay, she'll let her hand ease up just a bit further. There's nothing about this that she isn't somehow incredibly okay with.

Except-- ]

Let's see how you're feeling after nine.

... And how my back's doing by then. [ Because kabedons are very doki-inducing, but this wall is uncomfortable. ]

[purrtagonist]

[they're gonna lose track, aren't they]

[his gaze flutters a bit as her hand creeps upward, and he swears her fingers drag sparks with them as they move. he is also incredibly okay with this. . . especially after two weeks of being sick, and one week of not being able to feel her every time he reached out to take her hand. he wants to make up for lost time, and then some]

[emphasis on, "and then some."]

[her comment about her back gets a huffed laugh from Akira, who makes sure to swallow thickly before he speaks. to at least clear out his voice somewhat]

We could go somewhere else, if you want. This place is just out of the way.

[there isn't anyone else around, is what he's saying]

[flyingsolos]

[ Yeah. They definitely are. ]

If you can find some kind of solution that isn't going to make my back all scraped up, here is fine. If not--

[ A hum, a mix of thoughtful and playful. ]

Somewhere else would work. Either way, you're stuck with me for a good while.

[ It wasn't pining, what she'd felt. But... this is definitely better than the way they'd wearily reached for each other, stroking down sweaty bangs and trying to help relieve equally high fevers. This, Rion can properly enjoy. ]

[purrtagonist]

Oh no. How awful. What have I done to deserve that?

[comes Akira's playfully cheeky reply. and as much as it pains him, as much as he wants to soak up her presence and drink her in from top to bottom now that he can. . . he pulls away, fingers reaching for one of her hands]

I share a room with Ryuji, sssso. . .

[sooooo]

[her place?]