Spoiler alert, continues directly after the end of chapter 148.
This just begged to be written after seeing that 149 will only be out in December. *cries*

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"Do you know it's rude to think of other people when you're talking to another person?"

The sentence rebooted Kyouko's brain out of the meltdown when she found Tsuraga-san a hair's breathe away and she answered without thinking. "Wha? I... I wasn't..."

A soft sigh. Warm breath crossed the small space between their lips and left the lingering scent of wine jelly.

"No?"

Kyouko gluped. The situation reminded her of the time when she was in Tsuraga-san's apartment practicing for his Katsuki role. Although he wasn't touching her this time - his weight was supported by his hands on either side of her, his body was somewhere over her and his face was. just. above. hers.

Tomatoes did not have any vocal cords, and Ren wasn't surprised that red-tomato-Kyouko couldn't answer him.

"Hmm, no answer?" He teased and touched his nose to her's.

"Nnnnn!" A violent twitch.

"I'msorryIdidn'tmeantobutwhenItoldyouthatIhadtosamplethejellyitremindedmeofthechocolatesamplingand I'm SORRY!"

Halfway through her blabber Kyouko's hands had moved up to grasp at his coat lapels. She had meant to push him back to create space for her to perform a dogeza(1), but she had forgotten about his weight and now she could feel vibrations from Tsuraga-san's chuckles.

Not. Good. The intimacy of the situation was cooking her alive and the Emperor of the Night had to appear to add to her embarrassem-wait. His smile was akin to the devastating angelic one, but her demons didn't crumple into dust. It wasn't the shiny Smile of Doom either and her evil-sensing-antenna didn't pop out. This was--- familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

"...Tsuraga-san?"

In her confusion, her question came out softer than she had intended.

Ren's smile widened and he shifted slightly, freeing a hand to brush the bangs on her forehead.

"Well now. Since you apologize to me so, I really can't not forgive you, can I. However, some sort of compensation should be given, don't you think so?"

"Com..pensation?"

Later on, Kyouko would accuse Tsuraga-san (inside her mind) of running magic into her head with his hand and setting up road blocks to her warning signals. She should be alarmed, but his fingers was stroking them away and lulling her into some sort of honey-spun cocoon.

"Mmm mmm." Ren agreed. "You wouldn't think to stop me, would you?"

Much, much later on, Kyouko would stab herself with a hundred demon-shaped pitchforks for not thinking to ask what he wanted for compensation.

"Good girl. Now close your eyes."

Add another thousand more for obeying without question.

But then, the lips that brushed against hers were warm and soft. And at that point, everything dissolved into light.

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(1) Kyouko's super humble bow.

Uhm, Kuon came out of nowhere and took over the whole fic. And he's such a tease! But seriously, given how much Kyouko (unknowingly) tortured Ren I guess turnabout is fair play. *Snicker*

I'm not very happy with the ending though, but for a lack of anything else better I left it as it is. Suggestions?

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