fake it flowers ; 03
akaza x tsun! fem reader (pic creds to @/karazawa_okkkk on twt)
synopsis: you're royally screwed. what happens when you have to appear in court as well as deal with the drama that comes with working with akaza?
word count: 8.5k
tags/warnings: modern yakuza/lawyer au, dirty jokes, playful banter, inaccuracies regarding the law, akaza is a hot flirt
notes: ok i'm not a law student nor have i ever attended a court hearing (thankfully) so please just ignore the inaccuracies,, all my law knowledge is from tears of themis LMAO
(more under cut!)
♡ PART ONE ♡ PREVIOUS PART ♡
“it’s my mum,” you grit your teeth nervously, hand clenching around your phone tightly.
akaza raises a brow. “that quick?” he glances at your phone in hand, “just pick up. the more you delay this, the more pissed off they’ll be.”
you squirm in your seat, slouching down as your brows furrow in frustration, your ringtone ringing loudly in the small space of the car. you really don’t want to pick up, but you know you have to. you can’t run away forever. besides, your parents would always love you no matter what.
you sigh, “i’ll pick up.” and with that, you brace yourself for a scolding, and pressed the ‘accept’ button.
“y/n! what’s happened? are you okay? what are you doing in tokyo? do you need us to come over–”
fuck. you wince, putting the phone closer away from your ear. both your parents are screaming into the phone, and you feel guilty about them worrying over you instead of being disappointed or angry. you’d take a scolding any day.
“mum, dad, i’m fine,” you said loudly, unsure if they’d hear you over their chaos.
“are you saying you’re fine because you’re being held at gunpoint?” you hear your dad shout, and you gawk.
“no, dad, i’m fine, really,” you sigh. “nothing bad happened to me. well, not after that night-”
“y/n, i’m so sorry we weren’t there for you! don’t stay in tokyo anymore, just leave your law job and come home!” your mother cries.
“m-mum, no!” you frown. “i’m fine, okay? i really am. after i got attacked, my…employer took care of me. i’ve been fine and healthy. the only reason i had to be declared dead was so that nobody else would try to hurt me–”
“who’s trying to hurt you?” your mother sobs.
“don’t cry!” you gasp, your hand trembling. “m-mum, i’m okay! i’m safe! my employer has more powerful connections than anyone! i-i’m sorry for making you worry this whole time, but i can’t speak too much about–”
“y/n, we thought you were dead,” your father says softly.
you winced, biting your lower lip and trying to push back the tears that prick your eyes. you really, really missed them. you wish you could have cherished the times when you lived with them as a carefree child, basking in their love and holding their hands along with your sisters as you ran through the beach just outside your home, under the warm summer sun. that will never happen again. you had lost a sister, and you weren’t even human anymore. you feel absolutely horrible for making them relive another one of their daughters’ deaths.
you feel a hand grasp yours softly, and you looked at akaza, who seemed to have uncannily read your mind. “hey,” he whispers, “it’s okay. it’s not your fault.”
you weakly hold his hand back, forcing yourself to swallow your emotions away. what was done was done. it was for your family’s safety, too. “i’m sorry, mum and dad,” you say. “i’m sorry for getting entangled into this. i-i didn’t mean anything. i’m sorry, i-i love you,” you blink back tears.
“y/n, don’t apologise,” your mother tearfully says. “w-we don’t know what’s happening, but as long as you’re safe, it’s okay. just come visit us soon, okay? we’ll always wait for you with open arms.”
you sniff softly. “thanks, mum. i love you two. tell lil’ sis i love her too,” you smile.
“we will,” your father says. “stay safe, okay y/n?”
your eyes flicker to the window, where the car stops right in front of the main office building. you haven’t let go of akaza’s hand. “i will,” you say. “i have to go now, but i promise i’ll call again tonight. i love you,” you swallow thickly, and press the ‘end call’ button.
you lazily unbuckle your seatbelt, unmoving from your place. he doesn’t move either, just continues to hold your hand in the silence. you suppose he isn’t that bad. after being in his company for so long, you don’t mind being alone together with him anymore.
“i feel horrible,” you say softly, your head leaning against the window.
“there was no other way,” akaza sighs. “i’m sorry, y/n.”
“don’t do that,” you whispers. “don’t…don’t say sorry. i would have died if you didn’t turn me into a demon, right? even if i lived, i would have lost some of my limbs, and have a fuck load of broken bones,” you look at his pair of yellow and blue eyes staring back at you.
he sighs, running his blue-tipped fingers through his pink hair. you decide you liked him better in his true form. he was handsome even as a human, but his true being showed him for what he truly is, and even though any normal person would find it appalling, you accept it in whole.
“y/n…i like you, you know,” he says. you blink in surprise, your jaw dropping as you tremble, breath caught in your throat.
he winces at your reaction, and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “i mean, as a friend, you know?” he chuckles. “you’re so cute when you look scared,” he teases. “is the idea of being with me that terrifying?” he forces a laugh. you mutely shake your head, eyes not even looking at him, but…at the window behind him. he finally realises you hadn’t been paying any attention to him at all, now that he thinks about it.
akaza turns around in confusion, only to see a pair of eyes, well, three to be exact, staring back at him.
“ah, kokushibo-dono!” he smiles casually, rolling his side of the car window down. upper moon one looks at him with a scrutinising gaze, and then turns to you, who grasps even tighter onto akaza’s hand in fear.
“y/n, this is kokushibo-dono!” akaza gives you a reassuring smile, and turns back to his superior. “kokushibo-dono, this is y/n! i don’t think she needs an introduction, she’s simply the world’s best lawyer, best girl, best–”
“lord muzan would like to speak to her once he has finished business,” kokushibo says simply, standing up to full height once again, his terrifying six eyes no longer visible to you, who lets out a breath of relief.
“and do teach her some manners,” he adds, to which you gulp.
“i-i apologise, kokushibo…” san? dono? which honorific should you even use?
“dono,” akaza whispers, and you nod quickly. “dono!” you add.
the demon wordlessly walks away from the car, and you let out a tired groan. “he totally hates me,” you frown.
“nah, he’s pretty much like that with everyone,” akaza shrugs nonchalantly. “except with lord muzan, of course. but he doesn’t count,” he laughs, turning to you once again. “are you okay?”
you sigh, nodding. “yeah, i’m okay. just didn’t really expect everything to happen so quickly,” you smile wryly. “it’s fine, it’s not the first time.”
“hey,” he smiles softly, “things will get better, okay? you’ll absolutely crush this court case, then you can go visit your family. i know you miss them, but you’ll see them very soon,” he cups your cheek gently. “i’m here for you, y/n.”
“akaza…” your gaze unknowingly flickers to his lips, so close to yours, and sensing it, his does, too. you stare up at him, feeling the atmosphere heat up. your eyes flutter closed as he leans in, and your heart races as you feel the lightest brush of his lips against yours.
you pull back in surprise from the sudden honk of the car behind you, and akaza curses loudly under his breath, letting go of your hand and swiftly looking behind, squinting in the darkness and letting out an annoyed huff.
“y/n, let’s go,” his expression softens back into his playful boyish smile, and he reaches over to unlock your side of the car before stepping out himself. slightly shaken, you exit the car, your thoughts running unbearably wild inside your brain. that was the second time of the night where the two of you had almost kissed. it means something, right?
you bite your lip in internal frustration and confusion. do you like akaza? no, it’s too fast to have anything more than friendship with him. you remind yourself that in both cases of the almost-kiss, you had been in emotional vulnerability, and, swept away by the moment, you willed into the kiss. that didn’t make him a terrible person, of course he knew you were upset. you knew he wasn’t a manipulative person, but your thoughts swarm in uncertainty towards how you felt towards him.
you watch as akaza ignores douma as he converses with gyutato, a whining daki beside him. the distraught demoness rushed over to you once she noticed you, and pulled you into the conversation. and although you were there, your thoughts continue to float.
a friend. that is all.
“i’m scared,” you whisper.
“nah, it’ll be fine,” akaza chuckles, looping an arm around you as he usually does. and like one of the rare times, you lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder.
“no, what if he hates me?” you gulp.
“he doesn’t, and he won’t,” he gives you a reassuring pat of the head, and you sigh.
“hey, i’m serious here,” he gives a light laugh, “i know you haven’t talked to him directly, but c’mon, you’ve seen him in the courthouse several times, right? just think of michael jackson when you see him, it’ll make things less scary.”
you giggle at his words, “i mean, his hat did remind me of mj. does he look like him too?” you joke.
“maybe,” he shrugs, “but if you bring it up to him, he’ll just say that he claimed the look first. which is true i guess, since he’s been using that hat all the way since the 20s.”
“a hundred years?” your eyes widen. knowing facts and hearing about your colleagues living hundreds of years should be something normal already, but you still can’t help but be filled with wonder at everytime they tell you a secret of the past. it really is like having someone from centuries ago time travel into the present.
“he doesn’t change his style much,” he shrugs.
“did you change yours?” you ask.
“yeah, of course i did,” he says, “i don’t think people these days would be okay with some dude walking around barefoot with only a haori and pants on.”
“no way,” you giggle, “show me your old clothes!”
akaza laughs, shaking his head, “they’re all dust now, unfortunately. nobody has their old clothing anymore, and nowadays the historical clothes from our time period that are sold are…terrible quality, honestly.”
“ahh, i wish i could have seen you when you lived in the 17th century or something,” you hum.
“i never cared much for style,” he shrugs.
“i can tell,” you tease, “all your clothes other than your generic business suits are shirts that dads would wear when washing their car.”
“what’s wrong with my dad shirts?” he laughs, “i totally rock them.”
you nod, “you do! it’s just funny because you look way too young to be a dad!”
“not that i have proper sperm cells, anyways,” he says.
“i didn’t need to hear you say that.”
“but you already knew.”
“you didn’t have to SAY it!”
“okay, well, you don’t have your period anymore, right? that means you don’t have proper fried egg cells anymore.”
you stare at him, “...fried egg cells?”
he shrugs, “yeah?”
you clasp a hand on your mouth before you burst into laughter. “akaza, they’re just called egg cells! not fried egg cells!”
“oh,” he laughs, “i wouldn’t know, you know i’ve never learned science.”
“i can tell,” you tease. “oh god, i can’t believe you just called them FRIED egg cells,” you wipe away a tear from laughing too hard.
“i’m surprised you’re not even processing what i said,” he pinches your cheek, “did you really forget you’re supposed to have your period?”
your laughter ceases, and your eyes widen, “uhh…kind of.” you pause, and then you gasp, “i’m not pregnant, right? i-i didn’t fuck anyone!”
he laughs, shaking his head, “nope, that’s just how it is. demons aren’t fertile, so be thankful you’ll never have to bleed for eternity.”
you smile, “fuck yes! this is such a win!”
the faint sound of the gates to the main office building sounds in the background, and you freeze, turning to akaza.
“yeah,” he says, “oh, remember not to think of anything weird. he can read your mind, so…don’t thirst over him or anything,” he clears his throat.
“thirst?” you stifle a laugh. “w-wait, you’re not jealous, right?”
he shrugs, “no. just letting you know for your safety.”
“mhm, sure,” you nod, a lilt of sarcasm laced in your voice. you can tell he’s half lying, and half telling the truth.
you stop your thoughts. why are you trying to decipher the meaning behind his words? you should probably stop looking into things; akaza might just be really worried after all, which is why he seems a tad stiffer than usual, compared to his usual relaxed demeanour.
“y/n,” he says after a slight moment of silence. you’re still rested on him so that you can’t exactly see him, but you tense up slightly when he says your name.
“yes?” you ask.
“you know how you saw kokushibo-dono when we were in the car earlier?” he places a hand on your shoulder, and you ease slightly.
you nod, “yeah. what about it?”
“were you listening to what i said?” he asks, and you frown.
“uhh…no?” you bite your lip, racking your memory for what he said. you were more focused, or rather terrified, at the sight of upper moon one. what’d he say again? “uhm…i was kind of paying more attention to the three pairs of eyes staring at us,” you bite your lip, “can you tell me what you said?”
he lets out a sigh that sounds like one of relief, and you poke his arm playfully. “hey, tell me!”
“nope,” he chuckles, ruffling your hair.
“not fair! c’mon, tell me,” you huff.
“not now,” he chuckles, and you ruffle his hair back, a light blush darkening your cheeks from the feeling of his soft, fluffy hair on your hand. he’s…cute.
“when, then?” you sit up, giving him a small grin.
“you’ll see,” he runs his hand through your hair, before snaking it to lightly touch the nape of your neck, and you shiver lightly from it.
“are you cold?” he teases, the warmth of his palm pressing even more to your neck, where goosebumps prickle your skin.
“maybe,” you say, voice softer. your eyes flicker to his yellow and blue ones, and you think back to everything that had gone by too fast in the last few hours.
“what would you do if i kissed you, y/n?” akaza grins, and you gasp softly at his direct question. does the man have no filter?
“i…” you swallow nervously. hours ago, you know you would have kissed him back. you’ve already felt the faintest brush of his lips against yours, and you’re not really ashamed to say that you wouldn’t mind feeling it fully press against yours.
but do you like him? you know your relationship isn’t the normal ‘boss-employee’ type, but you know it’s not romantic either. you’re just friends.
you don’t know what to say. would answering with a reply that indicates a romance between you stifle the already flirty relationship you have with him? but what if you push him away on accident, then what?
you’re used to pushing others away, you were never even that close with your colleagues back at the law firm. but with akaza…
no, you decide you should protect your feelings with just more than fortified steel. you need more time to think.
“it depends,” you say.
“depends on what?” he titters lightly, and you try your best to keep yourself composed, just as usual. trick yourself into thinking you’re not interested, and you’ll be able to put on a class act, just as usual.
just as he always does, he leaves you wordless, and you force yourself to vomit out an answer or be doomed to embarrass yourself in front of him. you don’t know what to do. should you play coy or push him back a little?
“depends on how well you kiss me,” you say.
coy it is.
he chuckles softly, and your eyes unconsciously avert to his lips, so close to yours.
is he going to kiss you?
he hums, inching closer to you, “i think…”
you suck in a breath. you aren’t fully sure if you’re in the right mind to kiss him. hell, you barely have any experience! you wonder if kissing him would be sweet, like a picturesque kiss straight from a feudal fairy tale, or if it’s rough and demanding, but passionate like the bright embers of a sprouted love.
but instead, he pulls away, and leans his back onto the velvet couch once again, a small smirk on his face.
“i think i should tease you a bit, hm?” akaza says, and you blink, staring at him in disbelief.
is he playing with you? you aren’t sure. is he teasing you? for sure, he is. but why?
you try not to look disappointed, and put on a neutral expression instead. “okay,” you say lightly, and you lean onto the couch, too, just not as close to him. you’re quite sure he doesn’t have any bad intentions, but you can’t help but feel slightly irked by it.
you can feel his stare boring into your body from where you slightly face away from him, and another blush creeps into your skin. not because you feel lovesick all of a sudden, but because you do feel disappointed that he didn’t kiss you. you know it’s petty, but after everything that had happened to you, was a kiss really too much to ask?
you shift uncomfortably in your seat, and you contemplate taking your phone out to scroll or do whatever on it. you hate opening up to people, and he knows it. so why is he doing this? should you tell him how you feel about it? no, it’d make you look desperate. you hate overthinking things. but with too many thoughts in the back of your mind, you feel as though your mind is about to erupt into a disarrayed constellation.
you’re being childish. just as earlier, you’re just being emotionally vulnerable. and you don’t like it. you’re not used to it.
“i don’t remember paying either of you to daydream about each other.”
the two of you turn your heads to the door, where, for the first time, you lay your eyes on your boss up-close. he’s just as you faintly remember from all the court cases, black hair, sharp red eyes, embedded in the the finest of silks and tailoring, and a light scowl on his face, with upper moon one just behind.
ah, that’s right. he can read yours and akaza’s minds, can he? does that mean…
you turn to him, a ray of hope in your mind.
was he thinking about you, too?
wait, that’s stupid, isn’t it? he just called out to you the moment lord muzan entered, so of course he was thinking about you! but…the way it was phrased; daydream…what does that even mean?
“good evening, lord muzan,” akaza says, standing up and bowing. your eyes widen, and you immediately know you should do the same.
“good evening, lord muzan,” you mimic him, bowing deeply and ignoring the fear that cakes your entire being. his aura is terrifying, more so now that you’re a demon, too. his blood flows in you, after all, and while working on his court cases as a human was horrifying enough, now that you’re here, with him, in the flesh no less, to discuss the legal matters makes it all the more pressing.
“sit,” he clicks his tongue, and the two of you immediately do so.
muzan takes a seat on the couch across, the blood-red shade of velvet eerily matching his pupils. he lights a cigarette and takes a puff, “perhaps i should have predicted what transpired this evening, but,” he draws another long puff, “i feel more inconvenienced that humans are getting peskier and peskier this days,” he scoffs. “they seem adamant on getting me jailed, which is something that shouldn’t happen,” he narrows his eyes at you.
“and you’ll do anything to prevent that from happening, won’t you?”
you quickly nod, “yes, lord muzan. no matter how difficult the task, i’ll be sure to bend the law as much as i can.”
“good,” he simply says. “i expect nothing less than superb results.”
you nod once again, still feeling at full unease. not to mention, you’re in a room with several of the most powerful demons! not to mention the very progenitor of your kind. you glance at akaza, who looks more serious, and you can tell why. and with every passing second of silence, you can’t help but fill your restrained thoughts with snippets of your previous conversations with–
“well?” muzan asks, “don’t you have any plans you’d like to tell me?”
you gulp, and you hold your hands together nervously as you try your best to piece a report that sounds smart. hey, it isn’t your fault too many things happened at once to the point you couldn’t prepare anything!
“a-as usual, we can launch another protection racket to guarantee protection outside the sanction of the law, and while we may be all the more distrusted, your safety will be a given,” you force the words out, ignoring the rising pit of fear in your stomach. it isn’t the time to be afraid.
“protection racket?” he raises a brow, and tosses the cigarette perfectly into the ashtray in front of him. “and i thought this was done before. don’t you have anything new to inform me of?”
you’re quite sure you’re fucked.
you wipe a small bead of sweat from your forehead, and force yourself to think as best you can despite the overwhelming pressure. “i-i…i’m sure i can find another better alternative…” you bite your lip, nearly scratching at your own hands out of pure terror. muzan’s scowl deepens, and you brace yourself for a nightmare-fuelling scolding.
“lord muzan, if i may,” akaza clears his throat, “i’m ashamed to say i distracted y/n during the hours of which she should have been working. i think she’s proved herself a valuable asset to us time and time again, and i’m sure that if we give her a few hours to work it out, she’s sure to secure a definite plan that will get us scot-free,” he says stiffly. “once again, i apologise for causing this delay.”
muzan leans forward, eyes still surveying you with a predator-like stare as he presses a finger onto the burning end of his cigarette, clearly feeling no pain from its dying heat. “oh, i know she was distracted,” he says. “but i still expected better from an…educated lawyer,” he emphasises the last words with a lilt of condescending mockery, and you squirm in your seat, tearing your eyes away from his intimidating ones.
“but apparently,” he continues, “your little pet here can’t help but keep being distracted by her owner,” he turns his glare to akaza.
he doesn’t need to be told twice. akaza quickly stands and bows, flashing you a small grin of reassurance. you smile weakly at him, but when he leaves, the very last of your confidence withers away.
pet? did he just call you a pet?
you shrug the thoughts away. no use in getting angry at a mind reader when your mind is currently being read.
kokushibo places a large, heavy book on the coffee table in front of you, and you blink.
“now, little girl, i’m well aware that you’re a…prodigy of some sort,” muzan says, “but sheer luck and talent will not get you anywhere. i expect an unerring plan to be decided by the end of tonight. upper moon one here will assist you.”
you force yourself not to grimace in further fear. kokushibo may not be as anxiety-inducing as muzan, but you can already feel the goosebumps biting at your skin from the mere thought of being helped by him. you’d much rather work alone, as well as stand up for your abilities in both law and debate, but there is truly no point in starting a fight you will only lose.
“i’m sure you know that failure in saving our company will result in your demise,” muzan stands up, and when he walks behind you, you tense up all the more, your muscles rigid as even your breathing is controlled. you just can’t wait for him to exit the room. at least akaza can come back to accompany you, right?
“you won’t be seeing upper moon three either until you’ve completed your task,” he says, and it only adds further insult to the wound. your shoulders relax when you hear the door open, signalling his departure.
“i expect nothing less than perfection.”
and he closes the door.
“woah,” akaza frowns. “you look tired, y/n.”
you grab the cup of coffee from his hand, and gulp the liquid down. “no shit,” you sigh, “kokushibo-dono worked my ass off! not to mention, lord muzan is absolutely horrifying! the way he looks at me is like looking at a worm who he just can’t wait to step on and squash!”
“well, look at the bright side,” he chuckles, “he thinks your plan is great! and i don’t know shit about the law, but i think it’s great, too!”
you roll your eyes playfully, “well, hopefully this doesn’t end in my death or something.”
“don’t say that,” he pinches your cheek, and you pout as you try to swallow the coffee down before it spurts everywhere. “everything is going to be fine, okay? you should probably get some sleep though, you’ve been on a roller coaster.”
you shrug, “i thought i’d be less tired as a demon, but i’m still just as mentally exhausted.”
“well, the only thing that’s altered is your physical form and appearance. you’re still you,” he smiles.
“unfortunately,” you snort.
“what?” he raises a brow, “i like you! for real though, i’ve lived for hundreds of years, and yet you’re the only one who’s made life enjoyable.”
a light blush dusts your cheeks, and you smile softly, “it’s nice to know i brightened your life, old man,” you tease.
“hey, i’m practically blending in well enough to be considered as young as you!” he nudges you, and you laugh.
“sure, sure, old sir akaza. just don’t break your back, okay? wouldn’t want to send you to a nursing home or whatnot.”
“i can’t wait for you to be over a hundred years so i can call you a grandma, too,” he takes your coffee and takes a sip before handing it to you once again.
suddenly you’re not very focused on his teasing. was that an indirect kiss?
“you’re still going to be way older than me, gramps,” you hum.
“right, well, since you’re such a young foetus, why don’t i tuck you into bed, now?” he takes the coffee away from your hands again.
“h-hey!” you cry out, “i don’t need rest, i’m not THAT tired!”
“sorry, y/n,” he throws the cup straight into the bin, blotches of brown tainting the object. you still hadn’t finished your damned coffee! the nerve of this man!
“but it’s bedtime for your little ass, so off to bed you go!” he ushers you to your room.
“excuse you,” you huff, “my ass isn’t ‘little!’”
“hm?” he tilts his head, “sorry, i need proof of that. i can’t just believe things i haven’t seen with my own eyes.”
you turn around, close to both laughing and swatting him, “you pervert!”
“aaanndddddd, now that we’ve reached your room, off to bed you go!” akaza pats your shoulder, “i’ll be locking you in for a few hours now, so try and get some sleep!”
“w-what?” you glare, “i don’t need sleep, i need answers!” you blurt out.
“answers?” he tilts his head, “to what?”
“nothing,” you immediately say. “in any case, i’m not sleeping.”
akaza ruffles your hair, though it’s rougher in a playful sense, and you giggle as you slap his hand away.
“you’re sleeping. that’s final. i know you can pretty much go for the rest of your life without a wink of sleep, but you’re tired, and you deserve some sweet dreams,” he opens the door, and pokes your back, “off you go, little missy.”
you fold your arms across your chest, “no.”
“well, then,” he takes his suit off, “i’ll wait here until you fall asleep.”
you flick his forehead, “no way. i’m fine, i’ll just get some blood bags to refresh myself.”
he holds your wrist, “nope. you’re sleeping, whether you like it or not. now get under the covers or…”
you pull your wrist away, “or what?”
“or no blood bags,” he smirks.
you frown, “what gives? i just don’t feel like sleeping, is all.”
“yeah, but i need you well-rested. either you sleep, or no blood bags and…” he shakes your phone in front of you, and you gasp, quickly checking your bag, only to find that he HAD taken your phone.
“no phone,” he smiles as he places your phone into the pocket of his pants…on the ass side. you blush lightly as you’re filled with childish thoughts. you should stop!
you sigh. you’ll admit, you’re quite spent anyways. normally you only sleep once a week as a luxury, not a need, but you suppose a nap would help.
“fine, i’ll sleep,” you say, “but you don’t have to wait around.”
“nope,” he hums, “i’m staying until you fall asleep.”
you roll your eyes. you can just face away from him. you can tell he won’t even stick around for long. “fine, then.”
you reluctantly slip under the sheets, movement stiff as you lay on the furthest edge of the bed away from him, and you pull the blankets as high as you can. your heart’s beating rapidly, and you aren’t sure what to make of this. it’s sweet, you suppose. if only you’d stop overthinking things!
you feel the blanket being tugged, and the mattress of the bed dip under some weight. you turn around, and are met face-to-face with akaza, a playful smirk on his face as he lays beside you.
“w-what?” you sputter, “what are you doing?”
“just as it looks like. i’m waiting for you to sleep,” he pats the pillow a bit before letting out a relaxing groan as he stretches himself. your face heats up, but try as you might, you can’t bring yourself to turn your back on him.
“you can just…sit on the chair,” you say dumbly. you want to see what happens and what this situation will lead to, but you don’t want to seem so willing!
“nah,” he turns to face you once again. “don’t mind me. just go to sleep.”
as if it’s easy for you to sleep with him, of all people, right beside you!
“you’re distracting me,” you huff, “go sit or stand. you’re still in your outside clothes too, so it won’t be comfortable to lay down.”
“am i?” he hums, “then close your eyes and sleep. it’s easy, right?”
the sly bastard!
you roll your eyes and turn away from him, closing your eyes tightly as you try to ignore his presence, and the fact that you’re lying right next to him. you’re sure nothing dirty will happen, but it still sends sparks of quick heartbeats throughout you. isn’t this something couples do? no, you’re sure friends can sleep beside each other while being fully platonic. but why do you secretly wish he’d do something?
“y’know, this is probably a weird time to say this, but i’m sorry,” he says.
well, that’s something you definitely didn’t expect. you turn to him with confusion, and ask, “for what?”
his eyes are glued to the ceiling as he shrugs, “for not kissing you. i don’t know, i just kind of thought it wasn’t the right time,” he says. “you were still sad the first two times, and i wasn’t sure if…if you’d actually want it. i just don’t want you to regret anything if we really did kiss.”
your expression softens, and you feel yourself feel slightly guilty for your reaction earlier. you did need comfort, any kind, hours ago, and you suppose it didn’t really matter what it was, which was why you behaved more eagerly for him.
oh god, you hope you can live that moment down.
“it’s okay,” you say. “you were right in that sense…thank you,” you smile softly.
he turns to you, and ruffles your hair, “you’re so cute.”
“look at you, getting all flirty again,” you tease.
“only with you,” he smiles. “now go to sleep, foetus.”
“i’m not a foetus! i’m a grown adult!”
“compared to most other demons, you’re basically a sperm cell. now sleep,” he flicks your forehead, and you roll your eyes.
“fine,” you say, turning around and closing your eyes. it really is best that you sleep for now, the sheets are inviting and you haven’t slept in several days.
you feel his arms wrap around you, and you bite your lip, your heart hammering even harder in your chest as he nuzzles himself against your head.
“what are you doing?” you whisper.
“just hugging you,” he hums.
you hope your voice doesn’t sound strained. “you better not do anything.”
“i promise,” he says, and you hide a shy smile as you eventually drift off to sleep in his arms.
the day of court has finally come, it’s not looking very pretty.
not because the court proceedings have gone horribly, no.
it’s the overwhelming amount of news reporters ambushing you outside the court building.
of course, people form opinions on anything, even rumours. so when they learn that the infamous kibutsuji muzan is to appear at court, as well as be defended by a lawyer who supposedly ‘died,’ they’ve got a real scoop to fill.
“hey, you okay?” akaza hands you a drink.
“yeah,” you sigh. “how about you?”
“fine as ever,” he laughs. “shit like this doesn’t mean anything to me. and i know you’ll do great, you always do.”
“thanks,” you smile softly. “also, don’t forget to say–”
“i’m not saying anything without my lawyer present,” he fills in.
“yeah,” you giggle. “tell douma-dono that, too. before he starts blabbering our business again.”
“that little shit’s going to get a beating from lord muzan again,” he scoffs. “and he still never learns from his mistakes.”
you laugh quietly, and you glance at the clock in the waiting room. thirty more minutes until the hearing proceeds.
“hey,” you ask, “who’s the lawyer that the government official hired? i hope it’s not someone i know…”
the door clicks, and your heart drops when you see who enters.
speak of the devil…
you quickly put your drink down, and stuff the documents away. “ah, g-good afternoon, rengoku-san,” you try your best to smile as you extend a hand for him to shake.
instead, he places his hand on your shoulders, bright eyes and big smile on his face. “it’s really you, isn’t it? when i heard what happened on the news i was so worried! i sent your family flowers, i hope that was okay! i’m just so glad you’re okay!” he pulls you into a hug, and you gasp softly as your face is pressed against his toned chest.
you yelp as you’re suddenly pried away, and you turn to akaza, who stands in front of you, a mild scowl on his face.
“don’t touch her so freely,” he says.
kyojuro blinks, and a metaphorical lightbulb in his brain clicks.
“ah, you’re l/n-san’s boyfriend, am i right?” he asks.
a few months ago, akaza had waltzed right into your office and claimed to be your boyfriend. you have no idea how kyojuro remembered, but you felt a looming sense of dread if he were to piece things together and still be under the assumption that you’re together with akaza.
akaza tilts his head, expression going back to one of neutrality.
“yes,” he chuckles, wrapping a protective arm around you. “and i hope you don’t mind me asking if you can leave us alone for a bit. with all the negative attention y/n’s getting, i’m only doing my best to look out for her,” he plasters on a smile.
“ah, of course!” kyojuro returns the smile, “though i wasn’t aware l/n-san was romantically involved with you, her employer!”
you swallow nervously when akaza’s grip on you tightens.
“there’s nothing wrong with pursuing a romantic interest with someone. if you believe that i’m only with her to advance my boss’ company, then you’re mistaken. there’s nobody i adore more than y/n, and i’d appreciate it if you leave as is,” akaza says.
“oh, i can tell you adore her, alright,” kyojuro says, “but what about her? does she have a say in this relationship, or was this perhaps a ploy constructed by your company in order to have her?”
you know things are going to go from bad to ugly real quick, so before akaza says or does anything, you quickly take his hand in yours. you’ve done this before, you can perfectly act like a loving girlfriend.
“w-with all respect, rengoku-san,” you try your best to speak cheerfully, “what happened that night truly was an accident. akaza-san saved me and took me into his company for my safety, and i promise there’s nothing to fret over,” you smile. you know kyojuro is just looking out for you, like the wonderful superior he was back at the law firm when he used to help you navigate your way in court. you appreciate the meaning behind his actions, but you need to prevent any fights or conflicts to occur right before the hearing.
“hear that, fireball boy?” akaza snickers, “nothing to worry about. my girl loves me, and you’re probably just jealous.”
you resist the urge to slap him right then and there. for a centuries-old man, he sure is childish!
kyojuro only shakes his head, letting out a soft chuckle. “then why does she address you in a formal fashion? shouldn’t lovers be comfortable enough to address each other by first name without honorifics?”
you quickly swoop in a save, “but this is a formal setting,” you let out a girlish laugh. “i don’t think it’d be appropriate to address aka-kun in this manner! the court would certainly think i’m being improper.”
yuck. aka-kun? seriously?
“aren’t you the government’s lawyer?” akaza points to kyo. “go scurry off to those corrupt politicians, now.”
he laughs, “aren’t most people in this system corrupt? if anything, your company is the one that promotes the abuse of power, isn’t it? i have all your crimes memorised. murder, extortion, gambling, infiltration of legitimate businesses, labour racketeering, loan sharking, tax fraud schemes, and stock manipulation schemes. but that’s not all, am i right?”
you look worriedly at akaza, who has nothing but a blank expression of his face. of course he’s slightly confused, he doesn’t know the first thing about legal matters; it’s kokushibo who deals with everything. akaza is the one committing half of the crimes kyojuro had just listed, yet he isn’t aware of the names of each of his wrongdoings.
it’s quite fascinating how people raised and used to the 17th century way of life adapt to the modern laws. the justice system is much, much tighter now, and even for a talented lawyer like you, you’ll admit a little help here and there is essential. to someone from centuries ago, however, you can’t begin to imagine how they’d grasp every written rule of it.
instead, akaza only ruffles your hair, “i’m not saying anything without the lawyer present!”
kyojuro chuckles again, “she’s your lawyer, is she not?”
“correct,” akaza smirks, “but i need the lawyer PRESENT. come on now, where’s her present for being such a good girl?” he rests his hand on your waist again, and your eye twitches in embarrassment. you can only pray to whatever god there is for your ex-superior kyojuro to NOT think you’ve been into some kinky shit.
“you’re right,” kyojuro hums, “she does deserve a present, doesn’t she?”
“damn right,” akaza scoffs.
“then how about a trip to the doctor, perhaps? i saw it stated that both she and kibutsuji have a skin allergy. not to mention, members of your company only operate after sundown. as a concerned friend, surely you don’t mind me taking her to the hospital to check for any poisoning or medical problems?” he says with a smile.
this is bad. both sides are being provoked, especially akaza. kyojuro CANNOT know you’re not human anymore.
“rengoku-san,” you say, with more volume and courage in your voice this time, “i appreciate that you’re worried and looking out for me, but there’s really nothing to pry into,” you smile sweetly, “as a secret between us two, no, i don’t actually have a skin allergy. but because of the attack in my apartment that night, both of my eyes were lathered with some unsafe chemical that now makes it painful for me to set my eyes on any bright light. the documents must have been written wrongly, but i’ll be sure to alter it once i get the chance to,” you press yourself against akaza. “he’s been good to me, rengoku-san. i know not everybody can see that, but i truly am happy.”
kyojuro tenses less, and his smile is more gentle now, “you’ve always been one of the best lawyers we had, l/n-san. if you’re sure this is the path for you, then i’ll wish you nothing but the best. if there’s anything i can help with, feel free to always reach out!”
a genuine smile eases onto your features, “thank you, rengoku-san. would you mind telling shinobu and everyone back at the firm that i said hello?”
“sure!” he beams once again, “we all miss you terribly! swing by if you’d like! i think it’s really best you prepare once again, though. i wish you all the best in court, l/n-san!” he pats your shoulder gently, and turns to leave.
“see you soon, rengoku-san!” you call out. once his footsteps fade out, you glare at akaza.
“what the fuck was that, dumbass? now he’ll think you call me a ‘good girl’ during sex or something!” you fume.
“what?” he laughs, “so i guess i was right about you having a praise kink, since you’re so embarrassed about it. anyways, who cares what he thinks? let him think whatever!”
“my kinks are none of your business!” you groan, “you didn’t have to go that far! god, you’re childish, too!”
“oh, so one moment i’m an old man, and when i’m not, i’m childish?” he smirks teasingly.
“fuck you,” you sigh.
his gaze travels to your chest, and then your hips, and a sly smile graces his lips. “right now?”
you flick his forehead. “no, you pervert. god, acting like your girlfriend is so tiring,” you huff.
“aw, i’d like to hear you call me ‘aka-kun’ again,” he pinches your cheek, and your glare hardens as you slap his hand away.
“i am NEVER calling you anything other than ‘akaza-san’ ever again. that was a one-time thing, and justified because we had to get our act straight,” you say.
“will you drop the ‘san,’ though?” he tilts his head.
“w-why should i?”
“c’mon, just call me by my name. we’re close enough that you don’t need to call me with any honorifics, right? i’ve never even used honorifics on you since the first day we met,” he chuckles.
“you never use honorifics for anyone except lord muzan,” you tease. “but no, you’re staying as akaza-san forever.”
“look at you, being all cute trying to act tough,” he purrs, “i wonder, would you still scream my name with honorifics if i were to fuck you? or would you just scream my name and only that?”
“t-that’s enough!” you blush furiously, “as if i’d even let you touch me…”
“y/n, you already let me do that,” he pulls you against him, and your blush darkens when you’re pressed flush against him.
“i-i didn’t mean i’d ever let you give me a hug or something!” you pout as you pull away, his laughter filling the room.
“god, you really are so cute,” he hums.
“not falling for this,” you gather your documents, “i’ll be ignoring you now until the hearing finishes. i don’t need lord muzan reading my mind and scolding me again,” you sulk.
“aww, i knew you were thinking about me,” he teases.
“what? no!” you immediately deny.
“damn, i kind of wish i was lord muzan. he’s probably seen imaginary porn of us from just reading your mind.”
“s-shut the fuck up, jackass!” you pinch him, face burning as you look away from him. maybe he’s right, maybe he’s not. whatever the case, you won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing the answer.
“i’m right, aren’t i?” he smirks.
“...do you really want to make me fail the trial?”
“why? because now you’re horny?”
“no! i’m annoyed, not horny!”
“what about i bring lord muzan here to confirm what you’re thinking about?”
“don’t worry, i’m just kidding,” he laughs. “you should see the look on your face though, you’re absolutely mortified, it’s so cute!”
you roll your eyes, and hit him with the documents. “shut up and let me focus, old man.”
in all your time on earth, you’ve accomplished a great deal of things. like getting accepted into a law firm without ever going to law school, for one. like getting yourself caught up in the yakuza’s business, too. almost kiss a yakuza member, that you sure did.
but going against your superior in a court hearing?
you never thought you’d be debating against THE rengoku kyojuro. granted, he isn’t your superior in the law firm you work in anymore ever since you left, but dread and nervousness filled you to the brim during the entirety of the hearing.
so when the judge hit the hammer on the wooden block, your heart stilled for a moment, you could have sworn you were caught in a tug-of-war between life and purgatory.
until the words, “kibutsuji muzan is declared innocent!” rang out in the midst of the quiet room, you’ve never felt so relieved.
and once you exit the courtroom and return back to the lounge, you’re flooded with a barrage of praises you never thought you’d receive.
“y/n-chan!” daki squeals, “you did so good! i don’t know what the fuck was going on, but you were so cool!”
“you did good, man,” gyuutaro mumbles.
“y/n! you were so amazing! my heart beat so fast whenever you spoke! i think i fell in love just from watching you state laws!” douma laughs.
hell, even muzan himself had something to say.
“you did alright.”
well, at least it was more of a compliment. not that any of it matters, because the person you look forward to talking to is…
“now that we’re free from any legal shit, can we go on a proper date now?”
“w-what?” you blush.
akaza chuckles at your reaction. “well, you don’t have to play dead anymore, right? now we can go on a proper date,” he hums.
“to some fancy ass restaurant that serves like one-thirds of a maccies burger?” you ask.
“nope!” he says, “we can go anywhere, even the mall! just anywhere you’d like!”
you tap your chin in thought. well, it’s been quite a while since you’ve freely walked as yourself, and because of your horrible financial situation, you weren’t even able to go to the mall, let alone have shopping sprees! but now, since you’re basically rich and free…
but as a date?
what exactly makes a date?
is he interested in you? no, you can’t just assume that. being flirty is part of his personality. you can’t even imagine the number of partners he’s had throughout the centuries! what if he sees you as an inexperienced young girl despite you being a capable adult? do you pale in comparison against the other women he’s been with? what does he look forward to on a date?
you’re overthinking again!
“s-sure, we can go to the mall,” you say. oh no, you’re going to gawk at everything in the mall, aren’t you? your hometown doesn’t have malls since it’s a small seaside city, and you haven’t even been to a proper mall in tokyo! he’s going to tease you for being so fascinated in trivial things!
why are you even caring about what he thinks?
“then it’s a date!” he winks, “tonight we’re going to a hotel to celebrate though. how about next week?”
“yeah, sure,” you nod, “anytime is fine.”
oh, the perks of being partially-jobless. as long as the company stays out of any legal problems, you’re basically free of any responsibilities!
your phone buzzes, and your eyes widen when you check who the notification is from.
it’s your younger sister.
stupid kid: mum n dad are telling u to come home asap tomorrow or in 2 days
stupid kid: they’ll let u go back to tokyo but u have to come home rn
stupid kid: i fucking hate being the only kid here, there’s no one else for them to annoy
stupid kid: and i bet my name on ur contacts is still stupid kid
stupid kid: fuck u man
you stifle a laugh. no matter how annoying younger siblings may be, your sister will always have a special place in your heart.
you stop laughing when you realise you’ll need permission to go home.
you braven yourself up, and hesitantly walk towards your boss.
he doesn’t bother looking up from his book, “what is it?”
“c-can i go home? just for a few days, or a week, maybe. i promise i’ll come back, i really will. i just miss my family–”
“yes,” he cuts you off.
you blink, and a smile forms on your face. “thank you so much–”
“but on one condition,” he finally narrows his eyes at you, and you freeze.
“akaza will accompany you. either that, or you don’t go. it’d be such a shame if the company’s lawyer were to be completely vulnerable on her own, wouldn’t it?”
you feel your heart drop and race at the same time, but whether it be a miracle or your outstanding ability to compose yourself, you close your dropped jaw and nod.
“understood, lord muzan.”
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more notes: idk if the buildup in this series so far has been a bit too slow,, things will deff heat up in the next one!