CHAPTER 34: CHAPTER 34: DATE

A/N: As a heads up, this is my longest Chapter yet. But it’s all one scene-ish. I didn’t try to drag it out by any means, just tried to develop the interactions fully. It’s one of my favorite Chapters, so I hope you enjoy!

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Akeno Perspective

I blinked, suddenly aware we’d reached the dojo. Lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed the weathered wooden building appearing before us, its traditional curved roof and faded sign a stark contrast to the modern structures surrounding it. My hand was still entwined with Toshio’s, warm and steady against my palm.

"We’re here," Toshio said, his voice pulling me fully back to the present. "You’re welcome to come in."

He let go of my hand to hold the door open for me. As soon as they left, I reached for his fingers without thinking about it, but missed as he stepped aside. The brief flash of disappointment surprised me.

"Ara ara, such a gentleman~" I teased, my voice falling into its familiar cadence as I stepped through the doorway.

Toshio just snorted, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

The dojo smelled of polished wood and sweat, with undertones of incense that reminded me of shrines I’d visited long ago. Worn tatami mats covered the floor, and training equipment lined the walls. The space held a reverent quietness despite several older students practicing forms in the corner.

Toshio walked directly to an older man sitting at a small desk near the back wall. The master was hunched over paperwork, his weathered hands moving methodically across the pages. Without looking up, he continued writing as Toshio approached and bowed respectfully.

"Sensei."

The dojo master seemed to ignore him at first.

"Why are you here?" the master asked, his voice gruff but not unkind. He didn’t even glance up from his work.

"I’m seeking a sword style to further hone my skills," Toshio replied evenly. "I don’t know of any sword style masters."

The master’s brush paused. "Why are your basic forms not enough? You’ll win competitions easily enough."

"I need more than the basics for what I’m using my swordsmanship for," Toshio said, his voice carrying a weight that made me study his profile more carefully.

Finally, the master looked up at him and set down his pen. His face was a map of wrinkles and scars, with eyes that seemed to see through pretense. He studied Toshio for a long moment.

"And what exactly would you be using your swordsmanship for, young man?" the master asked, leaning forward slightly, his eyes narrowing with sudden interest. "Basic forms are enough for tournaments and self-defense. What else could you need?"

I watched Toshio carefully, curious how he would respond. People like us didn’t discuss the supernatural world with outsiders as an unsaid rule, and I wondered if he would reveal anything to this stern old man.

"Let’s just say," Toshio began carefully, "that there are threats in this world that move faster than human eyes can track. Beings with strength and durability far beyond what most would consider possible. Beings with skill that far exceed the mere basics of kendo."

The master’s expression didn’t change, but something shifted in his eyes. He set down his brush completely and folded his hands.

"Ah," he said softly. "You speak of that world. The one that exists alongside our own but hidden by magic and secrets."

I couldn’t hide my surprise, my hand coming up to cover my slightly parted lips. This unassuming old man knew about the supernatural? Toshio seemed equally caught off guard, though he controlled it better than I did.

"You know of such things?" Toshio asked.

The master chuckled, a dry sound like autumn leaves. "I may be a humble dojo master, but I’ve dabbled my fair share into that world. As a human, I didn’t... measure up." The old man’s eyes looked distant, as if he was remembering a regretful memory. He was silent for a time.

"I know of one such master you could learn from," he said finally. "But I’ll only tell you if you can defeat me in a duel." His eyes focused and zeroed in on Toshio’s.

"This will not be a spar, so it won’t be first contact, but first blood." His voice was almost grave at the mention of blood.

"So real swords then."

"Correct. I assume you have one? Considering your request."

"I do." A sudden distracted thought burst into my mind at those two words. Images of white fabric and ostentatious jewelry quickly followed. I cleared my head of the intrusive thought. It couldn’t be for me.

"I accept your conditions," Toshio said without hesitation right after.

Throughout this entire exchange, the master hadn’t once acknowledged my presence. I stood just behind Toshio, suddenly feeling like a ghost—visible but irrelevant. It was an unusual sensation for me. At school, in the Underworld, even among strangers, I was accustomed to drawing immense amount of attention. Being overlooked made me feel oddly hollow, like a background character in someone else’s story. Did I like the attention that much?

I watched as Toshio reached for his katana, the illusion spell dissipating as he gripped the hilt, not bothering to hide it from the master. The master stood and retrieved his own on the illuminated stand at the back of the dojo room. As we followed the old man, the three other students looked on in mild confusion, and then excitement. The dojo master stood before the sword, not reaching out quite yet.

"You three are dismissed." He didn’t even have to turn to them. I saw one grumble, having missed the opportunity to see their master in action. I couldn’t help but giggle with my hand covering my lips. But what he said next wiped my mirth from existence.

"Devil, or should I say fa-"

"Don’t you DARE utter those words," I said, my voice cold and sharp, holding more authority than I’m sure Toshio had ever heard me use.

"Right," he turned to look at me, my glare searing. "My apologies. I had no intention to offend. I merely wanted to address you to suggest you stand on the side of the sparring floor." His heartfelt apology took the wind out of my glare. I can’t believe Toshio almost found out like that. I huffed.

"Fine." I abruptly turned and walked to the side of the floor, crossing my arms. Toshio better beat that old man. Speaking of, I expected to see hints of confusion on his face, but he looked at me with empathetic eyes of understanding. I flinched slightly at the sight.

As the dojo master took the sword off the stand with ceremony, Toshio mouthed to me, "You okay?", concern in his eyes. I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips. I gave him a small nod. He gave me a small smile in turn. My heart, consumed by negative emotions just then, fluttered at the gesture. How can a simple smile make me feel...

"Akeno, would you mind starting the duel?" he asked me. The old man drew his blade, the wood and steel gleaming in the afternoon light. Both men took position in the center of the dojo. I shook my head free of the previous thoughts.

"Not at all." I took my position in between the two combatants.

"Your resolve is enough to tell you the information you seek," the master said, his voice carrying across the room, "but you must also have the base skill. I won’t be holding back."

"Good."

I lifted my arm, and brought it down. "Hajime!"

Without warning, he moved to strike Toshio, his blade a silver arc through the air. I expected Toshio to be caught off-guard, but he parried with perfect timing with minimal movement, the clash of metal ringing through the dojo.

I found myself mesmerized by the dance unfolding before me. There was an elegant simplicity to it that I hadn’t anticipated. The master’s style was economical, each movement flowing into the next like water. Toshio matched him with precision, but there was something different about his technique—something less traditional, more adaptive.

The master struck with a downward slash after performing a feint that would have caught Toshio’s shoulder. Toshio sidestepped, allowing the blade to pass within millimeters of his body before countering with a horizontal cut. The master blocked and immediately transitioned into a thrust aimed at Toshio’s chest.

What happened next was almost too technical for me to process. Toshio’s blade moved in an unorthodox pattern—not quite a parry, not quite a riposte—something that seemed to catch the master off guard. There was a flash of steel, a subtle shift in momentum, and suddenly a thin line of red appeared on the master’s chin.

Both men froze. The master touched his chin, his fingers coming away with a small smear of blood. Then, with deliberate movements, he sheathed his katana with practiced grace.

"You’ve passed," he said, his voice carrying a note of respect I hadn’t heard before. "I’m impressed with your swordsmanship. It has evolved since you left."

Toshio bowed deeply. "Thank you, sensei."

The older man returned to his desk, wrote something on a small piece of paper, and handed it to Toshio. "This is the address. Tell him I sent you."

Toshio bowed again, lower this time. "Thank you for everything."

The master’s stern expression softened almost imperceptibly. "Thank you for being my student."

I followed Toshio outside, still feeling like I’d witnessed something significant but private. The afternoon sun felt warmer now, the street quieter than when we’d arrived.

When Toshio reached for my hand again, his fingers sliding between mine with casual confidence, I felt a small flutter in my chest.

"Congrats on your win Toshio," I said with a slightly forced smile. The earlier moment still hadn’t left my thoughts. He squeezed my hand softly and looked at me. Not at Akeno the Queen of Rias Gremory, not at Akeno the devil hybrid (not that he knew, I think), but just at Akeno. Me. The way his eyes shimmered and peered into my soul.

"Thank you for being there with me to witness it. It meant a lot more with you there. So thank you for tagging along." He smiled. And with that, my previous bad mood lifted considerably.

"Of course Toshio-kun~." I brought his arm toward me, placing it in between my boobs as I leaned on his shoulder. I heard him snort as we continued walking. I didn’t want him to see the blush that spread across my cheeks.

We walked in comfortable silence for a block before he pulled away and turned to me.

"Akeno," he said, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty I rarely heard from him, "would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

The question caught me completely off guard. I blinked, momentarily speechless.

"Like, a date?" I asked, wanting to be absolutely clear. Normally I’d tease him for asking, but I was too surprised.

"Yes," he said simply.

I felt a smile spread across my face. "I’d love to."

"Good," he said with a small breath (in relief maybe?), a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "It’s only 3 now, so we have some time before then."

I couldn’t resist. "And what about dessert, Toshio-kun~?" I purred, leaning into him, my boobs pressing up against his chest.

Instead of his usual deflection or deadpan response, he said, "I’m sure we’ll work something out. I’ll pick you up at 6," his eyes holding mine just long enough to make my pulse quicken. This new teasing of his was going to rile me up if he wasn’t careful.

"Oh how I’d love to work it out with you Toshi-kun~," I said seductively, running my finger down his cheek. He smiled, and I swear I saw a glimmer of challenge in his eye.

"Come on, miss flirt." He pulled away. I was about to pout when he grabbed my hand, pulling me next to him to match his stride.

Soon after, we reached our houses. He walked me to the door to the Peerage house.

"I have the perfect place in mind. Dress nice."

"Don’t I always~" He snorted as I traced his jaw with my finger.

"Okay, fancy would be a better term." I giggled.

"See ya at 6, Toshi-kun~!" I said, winking at him before entering the entry hall of the residence and activating my teleportation circle. The last thing I saw was his slightly amused expression as the magic enveloped me.

I materialized in my bedroom, my heart beating faster than the brief teleportation warranted. Dinner. With Toshio. An actual date. The warmth spreading through my chest was unfamiliar—not the heat of desire or the comfort of friendship, but something that made me feel oddly vulnerable.

I’d flirted with him for months, teased him relentlessly, pressed my body against his at every opportunity to get a rise out of him, to play with him. But this felt different. More real. The way he’d reached for my hand, twice. The way he thanked me. The quiet confidence when he asked me to dinner. The look in his eyes when I mentioned dessert.

It struck me that while I’d been trying to get a rise out of him all this time, he’d been slowly figuring me out. Learning when to play along and when to surprise me. Recognizing the performance for what it was—a shield, a distraction, a way to maintain control, my coping mechanism.

I walked to my closet, fingers trailing along the hanging fabrics. Tonight wasn’t about control. It wasn’t about teasing or testing boundaries. I wanted him to see me—not just the sadistic queen, not just Rias’s best friend, but me. Possibly in a way even Rias couldn’t.

I pulled out a dress I’d bought months ago but never worn. Simple, elegant, with just enough daring to be unmistakably mine. I laid it on the bed, a smile playing at my lips.

I knew exactly what to wear.

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Toshio Perspective

I checked my reflection one last time in the hallway mirror before leaving. The dark indigo suit fit perfectly across my shoulders, tailored to emphasize my athletic build without looking overly formal. I’d paired it with a light gray dress shirt, leaving the top button undone—formal enough for a nice restaurant, but not stiff. Shinjūka was secured invisibly at my waist, her weight a reassuring presence.

Taking a deep breath, I headed next door to the Gremory peerage house. The evening air carried the scent of late summer. I rang the doorbell, my heartbeat quickening slightly as I waited.

The door swung open to reveal Kiba, whose eyes widened slightly as he took in my appearance.

"Toshio?" He blinked, clearly surprised by my attire. "You look... different."

"Thanks," I replied dryly. "May I come in?"

He stepped aside with a graceful motion. "Of course."

The entry hall was as imposing as ever, with its high ceilings and ornate fixtures that screamed "devil nobility". Kiba led me toward the main living room, his curiosity evident in the way he kept glancing back at me.

"So, what’s the occasion?" he finally asked as we reached the living room.

"I’m taking Akeno out for dinner," I stated simply.

Kiba stopped walking and blinked again, more slowly this time. "You’re... what?"

"Taking Akeno to dinner," I repeated.

A small smile tugged at his lips. "Well... good luck with that." I wondered what he meant by that.

"I’ll let her know you’re here," he added, heading toward the staircase.

Left alone, I took in the familiar space. The ORC used the old school building, but this was less gothic and more cozy. Family and peerage photos of the Gremorys lined one wall. Rias’s crimson hair was unmistakable in each one.

1 || Her heels clicked on the stairs before I saw her, a slow even rhythm that drew my eyes up. Akeno came down in a deep maroon dress that hugged her frame like a second skin, from collarbone to mid-thigh. The fabric looked soft and elegant. Long sleeves slimmed to her wrists, the neckline low-cut enough to see the top of her generous cleavage. The tight fabric left very little to the imagination.

She wore simple black heels that added a little height and turned each step into a measured glide. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail tied with a ribbon, smooth at the crown and full through the length, with a few loose strands softening her face. For a second I forgot what I meant to say and settled on the obvious. She looked really good, no, she looked breathtaking.

She paused on the last step, her eyes meeting mine.

"You look beautiful," I said, the words coming out before I could overthink them.

A faint blush colored her cheeks—something I’d rarely seen from her. But true to form, she recovered quickly, her lips curving into a teasing smile.

"My, my, Toshio-kun," she purred. "If a simple outfit gets such a reaction, I wonder what would happen if I wore something truly daring~."

I offered my arm. "Maybe next time."

Her eyes widened slightly at that before she took my arm, her fingers warm against my sleeve.

"Oh there’s going to be a next time huh? What makes you so sure I’d want a second date?" As expected, she pulled my arm into her chest, only this time the fabric was thinner.

"Call it a hunch. I think you’ll like what I have planned," I said looking over at her.

"Planning even? Just how long have you been waiting to do this with me?" she asked as we headed toward the door.

"Long enough." I gave her a smirk. She just giggled.

"There’s a traditional place about fifteen minutes from here," I replied. "I think you’ll like it."

As we stepped outside, I heard what sounded like a soft sniffle followed by the gentle click of the door closing behind us. I almost turned to look back but decided against it. Instead, I reached for Akeno’s hand, lacing our fingers together as we walked down the path.

The evening was perfect for walking—warm, but not too hot, with a gentle breeze. We walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Akeno spoke.

"So what made you decide to ask me out?" Her voice was light, but I caught the genuine curiosity beneath the question.

"I wanted to," I answered honestly. "And I saw no reason to deny what I wanted."

She laughed softly. "Oh? So you wanted me, did you?"

"Yes."

The simplicity of my response seemed to catch her off guard. She recovered quickly, though.

"You probably say that to all the pretty girls who want to spend time with you," she teased, but there was an uncertain note in her voice I rarely heard.

I stopped walking, turning to face her fully. "No, Akeno. Your first interpretation was correct. I want you—in my life, around me, teasing me, touching me. Sometimes in more ways than you usually do."

Her eyes widened, and for once, the ever-composed Queen of Rias Gremory seemed genuinely speechless. Her lips parted, but no words came out.

"What’s wrong?" I asked, genuinely concerned by her reaction.

"Isn’t telling the truth the best way to handle these things?" I thought to myself.

I heard Shinjūka’s laughter echo in the back of my mind, warm and amused. It dawned on me that perhaps I’d been too forward. These new emotions and the newfound freedom to express them were still unfamiliar territory.

"I’m sorry if that was too—" I began, but stopped when Akeno placed her free hand on my chest, her head bowed slightly.

"You want me to be yours, huh?" she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

When she looked up, her usual teasing smile had returned, but there was something different in her eyes—something genuine and vulnerable beneath the playfulness.

"You’ll have to earn it, you know," she continued. "I’ve spent all this time trying to get a rise out of you. Now it’s your turn to put in some effort."

I shrugged, a small smile tugging at my lips. "I’ll do what I need to."

We resumed walking, her hand still in mine. The conversation shifted to lighter topics—school projects, upcoming exams, club activities. Then gradually to devil matters.

"What’s your specialty in magic?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. "I know you’re powerful, but what element do you favor most?"

"Lightning," she answered, a hint of pride in her voice. "It’s versatile, powerful, and a bit... unpredictable. Plus when it courses through my enemies..." she let out a lecherous sigh, a blush on her face. "...it can be quite painful for them." I couldn’t help but snort in amusement. She recovered and glanced at me sideways. "What about you?"

"Fire," I said simply. "So far anyway."

Her smile turned mischievous. "How interesting. Fire represents passion, love, and lust, you know."

She let go of my hand and wrapped both arms around my elbow, pressing it firmly between her breasts as she leaned against me.

"That it does," I replied, neither confirming nor denying any implications.

She pouted at my non-answer but released my arm to take my hand again as we continued our walk.

The restaurant appeared ahead, its traditional facade illuminated by soft lanterns. The scent of fine cuisine wafted through the entrance as we approached.

"Tanigawa?" Akeno asked, her eyes lighting up with recognition. "This is supposed to be one of the best traditional Japanese restaurants in town."

I nodded, pleased by her reaction. "I heard their kaiseki is exceptional."

As we stepped inside, the hostess bowed deeply and led us to a private tatami room overlooking a small garden. Akeno’s eyes took in every detail—the carefully arranged flowers, the fine ceramics, the subtle patterns in the wood.

"How did you manage to get a reservation here?" she asked as we settled at the low table. "I’ve heard they’re booked months in advance."

I smiled slightly. "I have my methods."

The truth was simpler—I’d helped the owner’s daughter with kendo training last year, and he’d insisted I could call anytime for a table. But sometimes mystery was more interesting than fact.

"Better yet, how’d you know this was my favorite kind of cuisine?" she asked with a tilt of her head.

"Educated guess." My flat answer made her giggle. Our waiter came and we ordered. I couldn’t help but notice his wandering eyes. I couldn’t blame him. Akeno is a total bombshell.

"You know Toshi-kun, I’m pretty surprised by your initiative. You usually so, passive when it comes to women’s advances." She lilted her voice at the end, likely implying her own.

"After nearly dying a few times, I realized something important," I said, meeting her curious gaze. "I don’t want to be passive anymore. Not in battle, not in relationships, not in life. I want to pursue what I want."

Her eyebrows lifted slightly, violet eyes gleaming with interest. "Oh? And what is it you want, Toshio-kun?"

I held her gaze steadily. "Right now? This. You. Us having dinner together."

A slow, sultry smile spread across her face. "So pursuing what you want meant pursuing me?" She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You should know that would entail both pain..."

I felt something brush against my ankle, then slowly glide upward. Her foot, I realized, as it traveled along my calf and continued higher. Her eyes never left mine.

"...and pleasure," she finished, her foot reaching my inner thigh.

Most men would have jumped or shown some reaction. I kept my composure, though I couldn’t deny the warmth spreading through me.

"I think I can handle it," I replied, my voice steady despite the distraction.

A fleeting thought crossed my mind; I was glad I had damage nullification as a skill.

The first course arrived, a delicate arrangement of seasonal appetizers that showcased the chef’s artistry. Akeno’s eyes widened with appreciation as she took her first bite.

"This is amazing," she said softly with a hand cupping her face.

I watched her enjoy the food, finding unexpected pleasure in her delight. The moment felt significant somehow—the two of us sharing this space, this experience, without pretense or audience. As we ate, she of course used perfect Japanese manners. I did my best to simulate the same.

"Toshi-kun, I’m impressed how knowledgeable you are on traditional Japanese dining etiquette. You’re even doing the little things." She smiled at me from across the table.

"I may have researched a little before making the reservation."

"Aww, you didn’t have to do all that just to impress me." She giggled.

"It’s more so me wanting to, to meet you at your interests." Her eyes flickered with an emotion or thoughts I couldn’t perceive, before she put her smile back on.

"Why thank you Toshi-kun. I’d love to see you meet me at some of my other, interests." Her foot grazed my thigh again.

I watched as her foot retreated back to her side of the table, our eyes meeting across the flickering candlelight. For a moment, we just looked at each other—my gaze calm but warm, hers playful and gentle. The ambient sounds of the restaurant seemed to fade away as I studied her violet eyes, noticing how they caught the light.

I couldn’t help but think about what she’d just implied. I knew Akeno was into S&M—it defined a large part of her personality. The anime had made that quite clear back when this was all just fiction to me. Now that I was here, living this reality, I couldn’t help but be curious about what that might mean between us.

I had a pretty good idea of what she would enjoy. After some "research" online, I might have deleted my browser history before I moved, just in case. Not that I was embarrassed exactly, but there were some things a man preferred to keep private. Especially when living in a world where supernatural beings could potentially access your data.

"What are you thinking about?" Akeno asked, tilting her head slightly. "You have this interesting look on your face."

"Just appreciating the company," I replied.

She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Appreciating the company, or appreciating the view?"

"Both," I admitted easily. The candlelight cast soft shadows across her features, making her even more striking.

I took a sip of my tea, gathering my thoughts. Something had been on my mind since our encounter at the dojo earlier, and the intimate setting seemed right for asking.

"Hey Akeno, do you mind if I ask a question? It’s a personal one."

Her lips curved into that familiar teasing smile. "My, my, Toshio-kun. Getting personal already? And here I thought you’d at least wait until dessert before trying to uncover all my secrets~."

I met her gaze steadily. "How did you become Rias’ Queen?"

The change was immediate. Her smile dimmed considerably, and her eyes—usually so expressive—seemed to shutter closed. The playfulness drained from her posture, leaving her looking suddenly vulnerable in a way I’d never seen before.

She was silent for so long I thought she might not answer at all.

I watched her shoulders tense, her fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around her teacup.

"Would it be alright," she finally said, her voice soft but strained, "if we didn’t get into that tonight?" She didn’t meet my eyes. "It’s not exactly first-date conversation material."

"Of course," I replied immediately, kicking myself internally for bringing up something so personal so soon. "I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry."

She shook her head slightly. "Don’t apologize. It’s a fair question. Just... not tonight."

I nodded, searching for a way to ease the tension I’d inadvertently created. "How about an easier one then? How did you get so good at making tea? Every cup you serve at the ORC is perfect."

The question seemed to catch her off guard. For a moment, she just stared at me, then a small, genuine laugh escaped her—not the teasing giggle she usually employed, but something lighter and more surprised.

"Tea?" she repeated, her smile returning, though tinged with something melancholic. "That’s what you want to know about?"

"It’s something I’ve wondered for a while," I admitted. "There’s a precision to how you prepare it that seems almost ceremonial."

Her expression softened into a sad smile that made something in my chest tighten. "My mother," she said quietly. "She was a Shinto priestess. Tea ceremonies were an important part of her duties, and she taught me from a very young age."

I could hear the weight of memory in her voice, the way it gentled when she spoke of her mother. It was a side of Akeno I’d never seen before—a glimpse behind the teasing facade she maintained so carefully.

"She sounds like she was a great person," I said softly.

Akeno’s eyes met mine, and for once, there was no mask, no performance—just raw vulnerability and appreciation. "She was," she whispered. "Thank you for saying that."

The moment hung between us, delicate and honest. I reached across the table and covered her hand with mine. She turned her palm up, our fingers intertwining naturally. We sat like that for a while, neither of us speaking, as the candlelight flickered and cast dancing shadows across the table.

Eventually, the waiter returned with our main course, breaking the spell. Akeno’s usual demeanor gradually returned as we ate, though there was a new warmth to her smile, something more genuine than I’d seen before.

"This is incredible," I said, savoring a perfect slice of seared wagyu. "I’ll have to learn how to make food in this style. Maybe I could cook for you sometime."

Akeno’s eyes lit up with interest. "Oh? Are you any good in the kitchen, Toshi-kun?"

"I’d like to think so," I replied, setting down my chopsticks. "Rias seemed to enjoy the breakfast I made for her a while back."

A slow, mischievous smirk spread across Akeno’s face as she leaned forward, her eyes twinkling with playful delight. "My, my... breakfast, hmm? Should I be asking about the morning after? Or the night before?"

I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound surprising even me. "Nothing like that. Remember she did the whole save my life thing. I figured I owed her that much."

"What a shame," she sighed dramatically, resting her chin on her palm. "And here I thought there might be a scandalous story worth hearing. Though I must say, the image of you cooking in an apron is quite... appealing."

"I’ll remember that for next time," I said, matching her playful tone. "Though I can’t promise anything scandalous. Unless you join in that is."

Akeno took a sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving mine. "The night is still young, Toshi-kun. Who knows what might happen?"

The waiter arrived with the next course, a delicate arrangement of seasonal fish with pickled vegetables. As we ate, our conversation drifted to lighter topics—favorite foods, cooking disasters, the best restaurants in town. There was an ease between us that felt both familiar and entirely new.

By the time dessert arrived—a delicate wagashi with seasonal flavors, barely enough to feed half a person—I realized something had shifted between us. The constant dance of teasing and deflection had given way to something more genuine. It struck me how different she seemed outside of school and the ORC. Not that the teasing had stopped—this was still Akeno, after all—but it felt like part of a real connection rather than a performance.

When the bill arrived, I waved away Akeno’s offer to split it and placed my card in the leather folder. The amount was substantial—easily one of the most expensive meals I’d had in Kuoh—but watching Akeno’s expression throughout dinner had been worth every yen.

"You didn’t have to pay for all of it," she said, though her protest lacked conviction.

"I wanted to," I replied simply, signing the receipt when it returned. "It was my invitation."

As we stood to leave, I offered my arm to her. She took it without hesitation, her body pressing against mine with a warmth that felt both comfortable and electric. The restaurant staff bowed as we departed, the cool evening air greeting us as we stepped outside.

"That was lovely," Akeno said, looking up at me with genuine appreciation in her eyes. "Thank you for dinner, Toshio."

"The night doesn’t have to end yet," I suggested, feeling a surge of confidence. "Are you up for dessert? The restaurant’s was more decorative than filling."

Her eyes lit up with that familiar mischievous glint. "Dessert, hmm? What kind of dessert did you have in mind, Toshi-kun?" Her voice dropped to that sultry register that made my pulse quicken. "I can think of several... sweet things we could enjoy together."

"I know a place," I said, refusing to be flustered by her innuendo.

We strolled through the quiet streets of Kuoh, the night air carrying just a hint of autumn’s approach. I led Akeno to a small café tucked away on a side street, its warm lights glowing invitingly through paper lanterns. It was almost ten, but this place stayed open late, catering to students and night owls.

"Here we are," I said, holding the door open for her.

The café was cozy, with only a few patrons scattered among the wooden tables. Traditional music played softly in the background, barely audible beneath quiet conversations. The scent of tea and sweet dumplings filled the air.

"How charming," Akeno said, looking around with genuine interest. "I’ve passed by this street countless times but never noticed this place."

"It’s easy to miss," I replied, guiding her to a small table in the corner. "But they make excellent tea and some of the best dango in town."

When the server came, I ordered green tea and dango for both of us. Akeno’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"Green tea and dango," she said once the server had left. "You’ve managed to get another one of my favorites, though I don’t indulge in it often."

"Lucky guess?" I offered with a small smile.

"I think you know me better than you let on, Toshi-kun," she replied, resting her chin on her hand.

The server returned with our tea and plates of colorful dango, artfully arranged on small ceramic plates. The fragrant steam from the tea wafted between us, creating an intimate atmosphere in our little corner.

"I’m glad I can spoil you a little," I said, watching her face as she took her first bite of the sweet dumpling. "You deserve it."

A flush of pink spread across her cheeks, surprising both of us. Akeno Himejima, the sadistic queen who made boys tremble with a glance, was blushing because of a simple comment. She quickly covered it by taking a sip of her tea, but I’d already seen it.

"My, my," she said, setting down her cup. "I don’t remember you being this forward before, Toshio. You’ve changed."

I considered her words, thinking about the past months, about Shinjūka, about how my soul had begun to unlock. "I hope it’s for the better."

"I can’t help but agree," she murmured, her voice lower, more genuine than her usual teasing tone.

I felt something brush against my calf under the table—her foot, sliding slowly up my leg. The boldness didn’t surprise me; this was Akeno after all. What surprised me was my response. Instead of tensing or ignoring it, I moved my other leg to return the gesture, rubbing gently against her smooth skin.

"Toshio," she whispered, leaning closer across the table, her boobs pushed up and threatening to spill out from the motion, her voice taking on that dangerous edge I was becoming familiar with. "If you’re not careful, you might not be able to deal with the consequences."

The warning carried a promise rather than a threat. I met her violet eyes, finding myself strangely comfortable with the heat building between us.

"I’ll take my chances," I replied, my voice steady despite the electricity running through me.

A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. "Oh? So confident." She bit her lower lip, her foot continuing its journey up my leg, stopping just short of something that was threatening to grow.

I held Akeno’s gaze for a moment, then stood abruptly, taking her hand in mine. "Let’s go," I said, my voice low enough that only she could hear.

"Oh? Leaving so soon?" she asked, surprise mingling with that playful edge in her voice as she rose to her feet.

I left enough money on the table to cover our bill plus a generous tip, then led her outside into the cool night air. The streets were mostly empty now, the hour growing late.

Without explanation, I guided her down a narrow alleyway between two buildings, away from the main street’s ambient light. The shadows wrapped around us like a cloak.

"My, my, Toshi-kun," Akeno purred, pressing herself against my arm. "Taking me to a dark alley... how scandalous. What exactly did you have in mind?"

"I want to show you something," I said simply.

Before she could respond with another innuendo, I bent down and swept her into my arms, cradling her against my chest. Her eyes widened in surprise, then softened with recognition.

"Bridal style again," she murmured, looping her arms around my neck. "I’ve missed this since the first time. Though I must say, the circumstances are much more pleasant now."

"Hold on tight," I instructed, tightening my grip on her. "And tell me if I’m going too fast."

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you—"

The rest of her question was lost as I channeled Reiryoku into my legs and activated Shunpo. The world blurred around us as we shot upward, the ground falling away beneath our feet. Akeno’s arms tightened around my neck, a small gasp escaping her lips as we accelerated through the night sky.

I felt her bury her face against my chest, her body tensing against mine as I jumped through the night sky at what I’d call a leisurely pace. Buildings and streets passed beneath us in smears of light and shadow. The wind whipped around us as we raced toward the forest at the edge of town.

When we finally landed on the large, flat rock overlooking the secluded pond, Akeno was still clinging to me, her breathing slightly uneven.

"You can open your eyes now," I said softly.

She lifted her head slowly, blinking as she took in our surroundings. The clearing was bathed in moonlight, the surface of the pond reflecting the stars above like a perfect mirror. The trees swayed gently in the night breeze, their leaves rustling with a peaceful rhythm.

I set her down carefully, making sure she was steady on her feet before letting go. She was quick to fix her short dress. Then I reached into my inventory and pulled out a soft blanket that I spread across the rock’s surface.

"What is this place?" Akeno asked, her voice hushed with wonder as she looked around.

"Somewhere I come to think," I replied, settling down on the blanket and patting the space beside me. "Come on." I gestured to the blanket.

She joined me, carefully arranging her dress as she lay down beside me. After a moment’s hesitation, she positioned herself so that her head rested on my outstretched arm.

"Thank goodness I know enough magic," she said with a small laugh, running her fingers through her still-perfect hair. "Otherwise, that little trip of yours would have left me looking like I’d been through a tornado."

I chuckled, then pointed upward. "Look."

Above us, the night sky stretched endlessly, a vast canvas of deep indigo studded with countless stars. Without the city’s light pollution, the Milky Way was clearly visible, a luminous river of stars flowing across the heavens.

"It’s beautiful," Akeno whispered.

I turned my head slightly to look at her profile, the starlight casting silver highlights on her features. "I thought you might appreciate it."

Perspective Shift: Akeno

I stared up at the night sky, watching as the stars glittered like diamonds scattered across velvet. The moonlight bathed everything in a soft silver glow, turning the pond below us into a perfect mirror. It was breathtaking, but somehow not as captivating as the man lying beside me.

This evening had turned out so differently than I’d expected. When Toshio asked me to dinner, I’d assumed our usual dance would continue—him stoic and measured, me teasing and provocative. I’d prepared my arsenal of suggestive comments and flirtatious gestures, ready to see if I could finally break that composed exterior.

Instead, he’d surprised me at every turn. The restaurant he’d chosen, the way he’d reached for my hand, the genuine interest in my past... even bringing me to this secluded spot beneath the stars. It wasn’t the calculated seduction I’d braced myself for, but something far more disarming—sincerity.

"What are you thinking about?" Toshio asked, his voice low and gentle in the quiet night.

I smiled, still looking up at the stars. "Just how surprising you can be."

Men have always been a complicated subject for me. After what happened with my father... well, I’d learned to keep my distance, to maintain control through teasing and manipulation. The only person I’d truly let in was Rias. She’d saved me when I had nothing left, given me purpose, family, a second chance. My loyalty to her was absolute. Never did I think I’d ever have a serious relationship with another person, let alone another man.

But then Toshio came along. At first, he was just an interesting diversion—the stoic human boy who somehow kept pace with devils. Our interactions had been mere competitive teasing, a game that amused us both. But somewhere along the way, the game had changed. I’d felt myself drawn to him in a way I hadn’t anticipated, a magnetism I couldn’t explain.

"Look," Toshio said suddenly, pointing upward. "A shooting star."

I followed his gesture and caught the tail end of a streak of light cutting across the darkness. Something tightened in my chest—hope, perhaps, or maybe just wishful thinking.

"You know," I said, turning toward him and deliberately pressing my chest against his, "bringing a girl to a secluded spot under the stars... most would think you had something specific in mind, Toshi-kun~."

His blue eyes met mine, steady and unreadable as always. "I thought the view from here was beautiful," he said simply. "And I wanted to share it with a beautiful girl."

The directness of his compliment caught me off guard. I leaned closer, my face now inches from his, testing his resolve. "You should be careful," I warned, only half joking. "I might get the wrong idea."

"I know exactly what I’m doing," he replied, his voice steady. "I told you before—I’ve stopped restraining myself from things I want." His eyes held mine, intense and unwavering. "Maybe you should too."

My breath caught in my throat. In his steel-blue eyes, I searched for any hint of deception or manipulation, any sign that this was just another game. But all I found was sincerity—raw and unguarded. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

The moment stretched between us, electric and fragile. I could have closed the distance, pressed my lips to his, changed everything. But something held me back—uncertainty, perhaps, or the weight of everything left unspoken between us.

Eventually, Toshio broke the tension, looking back up at the sky. I rolled onto my back beside him, still resting on his outstretched arm, and tried to calm my racing heart.

"See that cluster there?" he said, pointing upward. "That’s Pleiades, the Seven Sisters. And over there—" his finger traced a pattern across the stars, "—that’s Orion."

I couldn’t help but smile as he continued identifying constellations, explaining their mythology and astronomical significance with the same precision he applied to everything. It was endearing how he could switch from intense and forward to nerdy and analytical in the space of a heartbeat. Given his intelligence, strength, and discipline, he should have been a male version of Sona—but he was something else entirely. Warmer, more complex, with depths that continually surprised me.

"And that’s Andromeda," he concluded, his finger tracing the final constellation. "Named after the princess who was chained to a rock as a sacrifice."

"How romantic," I teased.

"She was rescued," he reminded me, a smile in his voice. "Perseus saved her."

"Some of us prefer to do our own saving," I replied, thinking of all the times I’d protected myself, fought my own battles.

His arm tightened slightly around me. "I know. That’s one of the things I admire about you."

We lay there in comfortable silence for what felt like hours, though I couldn’t be sure. Time seemed suspended in this quiet clearing, away from contracts and school and the complications of the supernatural world. Part of me wished we could stay like this indefinitely, just the two of us beneath the vast sky.

He shifted to get up, signifying the end of the night, leaving me much more disappointed than I expected. I quickly got up as well. I prepared to teleport us back, me not wanting the endure the speed race again.

I reached for my magic circle, intent on teleporting us back, but before I could form it, Toshio caught my wrist. His grip was gentle but firm as he pulled me toward him, our bodies suddenly close. My breath caught in my throat.

"Wait," he said softly. "Not yet."

I looked up at him, ready with a teasing remark about how I wasn’t going to endure another high-speed journey through the air, but the words died on my lips. His eyes held something I’d never seen in them before—an intensity, a heat that made my pulse quicken. Gone was the analytical, measured gaze I’d grown accustomed to. In its place burned something primal and wanting.

"Let me know if I’m going too fast," he murmured, but the context had shifted entirely from our earlier journey.

His hand came up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing lightly across my skin. The simple touch sent electricity through me, more potent than any lightning I’d ever wielded. I couldn’t look away from his eyes, couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Were those actual sparks of passion in the steel-blue depths? From Toshio? The man who’d maintained perfect composure through every provocation I’d ever thrown at him?

Then he was leaning in, and my eyes fluttered closed of their own accord. When his lips met mine, soft and tentative at first, a moan escaped me—a sound of surprise and relief and hunger all at once. I hadn’t realized how much I’d wanted this, needed this, until it was happening. All those months of teasing, of brushing against him, of pushing boundaries—they’d been building to this moment.

I melted into the kiss, my body molding against his as if it belonged there. His lips moved against mine with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made my knees weak. I was dimly aware of my hands finding purchase on his shoulders, steadying myself as the world seemed to tilt beneath me.

A sudden pop and crackle overhead broke through the haze of sensation. I pulled back slightly, confused, and looked up. Small fireballs streaked across the night sky, bursting into showers of crimson and gold embers that rained down before fading to nothing. Toshio had one finger pointed upward, controlling the display while still holding me close with his other arm.

"It felt right," he said simply, a smile spreading across his face—genuine, unguarded, beautiful.

I couldn’t help it—I laughed. Not the carefully cultivated giggle I used to disarm people, not the teasing lilt I employed to make boys blush, but a real laugh that bubbled up from somewhere deep inside me. The sound seemed to please him; his smile widened into a grin that transformed his face.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. My fingers threaded through his hair, gripping the back of his head as I pulled him back to me, capturing his lips in a kiss far more demanding than the first. He responded immediately, matching my intensity while continuing to send fireworks shooting into the sky above us.

The bastard never stopped his light show, even as our kiss deepened. I couldn’t tell how long we stayed like that, lost in each other while miniature explosions painted the night above us. When we finally broke apart, our lips were slightly swollen, and we were both breathing hard. At some point, he’d stopped the fireworks and had slid his hand to my waist, pulling me flush against him.

"I never knew how much I needed that," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "How much I wanted that, how much I longed for that."

His honesty was devastating. No games, no calculations, just raw truth that made something inside me melt and flutter simultaneously. I pulled him into a hug, resting my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it gradually slowed.

Then he had to ruin the moment by talking.

"I’m not very experienced in this, so... what does this make us? What happens now?"

I pulled back and gave him a flat look. "Why didn’t you think about that before you did this?"

He shrugged, looking slightly sheepish but not at all regretful. "I knew I wanted it. I didn’t think about the after."

"What do you want from this?" I asked, needing to hear him say it.

His answer was immediate and simple: "You."

I studied his face, searching for any hint of uncertainty. "Do you even know what you’re asking for?"

"Yes," he said firmly, his eyes never leaving mine.

I shook my head slightly, unable to keep a small smile from forming. "Then you’ve already answered your own questions."

I laid my head back against his chest, allowing myself to sink into the comfort of his embrace. His arms tightened around me, one hand stroking gently up and down my back. For once, I didn’t feel the need to tease or provoke. I just wanted to exist in this moment, with him.

"You know," I said after a while, my voice muffled against his shirt, "for someone so smart, you can be incredibly dense sometimes."

I felt rather than heard his chuckle, a rumble in his chest. "How so?"

"I’ve been flirting with you for months," I pointed out, lifting my head to look at him. "Did you think I was just amusing myself?"

"Weren’t you?" he countered, raising an eyebrow.

I considered that for a moment. "At first, maybe. You were fun to tease because you never reacted the way other boys did. But it changed." I traced a finger along his jawline, savoring the slight roughness of evening stubble. "I’m not sure when exactly, but it changed."

He caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm that sent a shiver through me. "For me too."

"So what now?" I asked, echoing his earlier question. "Are we dating? Is this a thing now?"

"I’d like it to be," he said seriously.

I pretended to consider it, tapping my chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, I suppose I could give you a trial period. See if you meet my standards."

He rolled his eyes, but there was amusement in them. "And what standards would those be?"

I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear. "You’ll have to figure that out as we go along, Toshi-kun. I expect creativity."

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes suddenly intense again. "I think I can manage that."

Then he was kissing me again, and all thoughts of teasing fled my mind. This kiss was different—deeper, more confident, as if having crossed the line once, he was now free to explore. His hands remained respectfully at my waist, but there was nothing respectful about the way his mouth moved against mine, claiming, demanding.

"Though I do have a small problem." Oh boy, here he goes to ruin it again.

"Oh?" I pulled back just enough to see his face, my fingers still tangled in his hair. "And what problem would that be, Toshi-kun?"

He hesitated, his eyes searching mine. "I feel... greedy."

"Greedy?" I tilted my head, curious. "How so?"

His hands tightened slightly at my waist. "Because even though I want you—and I do, Akeno, more than I can properly express—I find myself wanting someone else too."

I didn’t need to ask who. "Rias," I said simply.

He nodded, the conflict evident in his eyes. "Yes."

I sighed, not from disappointment but from the predictability of it all. I’d seen how he looked at her, how they’d been before she started pulling away. In truth, I’d been expecting this confession since he first kissed me.

"You know," I said, tracing a finger along his jawline, "sharing isn’t so bad. It can actually make things much more... interesting."

His eyebrows rose slightly. "You wouldn’t mind?"

I laughed softly. "Toshi-kun, devils aren’t exactly known for their monogamy. Especially high-ranking ones." I leaned in, my lips brushing his ear. "Besides, the thought of sharing you with Rias is rather... exciting."

I felt a shiver run through him, and I couldn’t help but smile. Men were so predictable sometimes, even the exceptional ones.

"There’s just one problem," he said, his voice lower now. "Rias has felt so distant lately. I don’t know how to bridge that gap."

I pulled back, studying his face. This was the real issue troubling him.

"Just keep being there," I said softly. "Keep trying. And when the time comes—and it will come—let her rely on you." I knew exactly what was coming for Rias, what she would soon face with Riser Phenex. She would need someone then, someone willing to fight for her.

He nodded, a flicker of understanding passing through his eyes. It was almost as if he already knew what I was talking about, which was curious. But I didn’t question it—Toshio had always been perceptive.

Instead, I pulled back slightly, another question forming. "Are there other girls you want? Besides Rias and me?"

His answer came without hesitation. "No. Not at the moment. It’s just you and Rias—it always has been since I met you both."

My heart skipped a beat at his words. So simple, yet they affected me more than any elaborate declaration could have. I’d been wanted before, desired even, but rarely with such honest directness.

"Silly boy," I murmured, pulling him back to me and pressing my lips against his.

This kiss was different—slower, deeper, a mutual exploration rather than a passionate clash. His hands slid up my back, one tangling in my hair while the other pressed me closer. I melted against him, allowing myself to enjoy the moment without overthinking what came next.

When we finally separated, both slightly breathless, he gave me a look of wonder.

"We’ve got to do that more often," he said, his voice rough. "It felt electric—and not like your lightning."

I laughed, pressing a finger to his lips. "You don’t have to say everything, Toshi-kun," I teased. "Some things are better left implied."

Looking at the night sky, I reluctantly added, "It’s getting late, and we still have school tomorrow."

He sighed but nodded. "You’re right."

We stayed holding each other for a moment longer, my head resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

He stepped back slightly but keeping his hands on my waist. "Let me take you home."

I raised an eyebrow. "I can teleport us, you know. Much more comfortable than your speed demon method."

"Where’s your sense of adventure?" he teased, but his expression softened. "But fine, we’ll do it your way."

I began forming a magic circle beneath us, the familiar runes glowing crimson in the darkness. As the light intensified, preparing to transport us, Toshio pulled me close once more.

I closed my eyes and teleported us both directly into the entry hall of the Gremory peerage house.

Reluctantly, I stepped back. "Well, this is me.

"I had a wonderful time," he said, and the sincerity in his voice made my heart do a little flip.

"Me too," I admitted. "We should do it again sometime."

"This weekend?" he suggested, a hint of eagerness in his tone that was endearing.

I laughed, surprised by his directness. "My, my, aren’t we eager? But yes, this weekend sounds perfect." I opened the door and led him out so he could go next door. Once outside, he pulled me into a hug.

"I’ll see you tomorrow," I said, stepping back reluctantly from his embrace. "And Toshi-kun? I’m not going to hold back anymore. If you thought my teasing was a lot before..." I let my voice trail off suggestively, a promise hanging in the air between us.

His lips curved into a small smile. "I’m looking forward to it."

Before I could respond, he leaned in and kissed me again—quick but firm, a promise of his own. Before he left, he turned back to me.

"Akeno," he said softly, his eyes serious. "Thank you for tonight."

I smiled, genuine and unguarded. "Thank you for finally making a move, Toshi-kun. I was beginning to think I’d have to resort to drastic measures." He did his characteristic snort.

"Goodnight, Toshi-kun," I said softly.

As I slipped back inside, I couldn’t resist looking back one last time. He stood there watching me, bathed in moonlight, a small smile playing at his lips. Something warm and unfamiliar bloomed in my chest—not desire, though there was plenty of that too, but something softer and more frightening.

I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, touching my lips lightly with my fingertips. They still tingled from his kisses.

"Well," I whispered to myself, "that was unexpected."

A soft sound from the shadows made me tense, my hand automatically rising to summon lightning. Then Rias stepped into the light of the entryway, her expression unreadable.

"How was your date?" she asked quietly.

I hesitated, unsure what to say. There was a strange tension in the air between us—not anger exactly, but something heavy and significant.

"It was..." I searched for a word that could encompass everything I’d felt tonight. "Surprising."

Rias nodded slowly, her eyes studying my face. "I’m glad," she said finally, and though her smile seemed a little sad, I could tell she meant it.

I moved toward her, suddenly needing my best friend. "Rias, I—"

"It’s late," she interrupted gently. "We should both get some sleep. We can talk tomorrow."

She turned and headed up the stairs, her crimson hair cascading down her back like a river of blood in the dim light. I watched her go, feeling a complicated mixture of joy and guilt churning inside me.

Tomorrow, I thought. Tomorrow we would talk, and I would figure out how to navigate these new waters without hurting the person who had saved me. But tonight—tonight I would allow myself to relive every moment with Toshio, every touch, every kiss, and the way he had looked at me like I was something precious.

Returning to my room with the most efficient method, the magic enveloped me, and our entry hall dissolved into shimmering light. A moment later, I was standing in my bedroom.

I touched my mouth gently, replaying the evening in my mind. From the restaurant to the stars to that first, unexpected kiss—it had been perfect in a way I hadn’t anticipated.

I slipped out of my dress, hanging it carefully before changing into my nightclothes. As I sat at my vanity, brushing out my long hair, I couldn’t stop smiling at my reflection.

I got ready for bed, showered, and put on a cute pair of blue lace panties.

As I slid into bed, I found myself looking forward to tomorrow in a way I hadn’t in a long time. School had just gotten a lot more interesting.

And if Toshio thought he’d seen the limits of my teasing before, he was in for quite a surprise. Now that I knew he wanted me too, I had so many new ways to drive him crazy.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face, dreaming of steel-blue eyes and fireworks lighting up the night sky.