I'm happy you guys liked the first chapter! Here's another one. I actually wasn't intending on writing one today, but I just ordered pizza and it was missing the pepperoni so I'm slightly miffed. Please enjoy. Still unchecked, so pardon the errors and/or spelling mistakes.

"Um." Akira shifted uncomfortably as the girl's eyes remained glued on him. They were both clutching the pizza box, and he was aware of how close his fingers were to hers. He resisted the urge to yank it the away and instead, said, "Could you let go of the box, please?"

The pizza girl was fairly pretty and had a buxom chest under the baggy red and blue uniform. She could probably get dates by looking in someone's direction. "Ah, of course. But before that, how about you give me your number?" she finished her sentence with a wink.

If Ryuji were here, he would get a slap to the head for hesitating as he did. But he wasn't, so Akira blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm on probation."

The girl's eyes went wide. "Oh? Don't worry, I can be pretty bad myself." She said, lips spreading into a vulpine grin.

What.

At a loss for words, he looked down at the stack of pizza boxes and felt his stomach rumble. He had a feeling he'd be out here all night if he didn't think of an excuse, and fast. He prayed someone would come down to check why he was taking so long. If it were Ryuji, then all the better. He wouldn't mind being thrown to this sort of wolf.

The pizza girl whipped out her phone with one hand while holding the boxes with the other. He was impressed that her grip never faltered before derailing that train of thought. What the hell was he doing? He was Joker, the leader of the Phantom Thieves! He wasn't about to be taken down by a delivery girl. Not that there was anything wrong with being one, anyway.

"My friends are waiting upstairs," he tried again, trying for a more forceful approach "So if you could just take the money…"

"Enter your number first." She gave him a cheery grin as she snatched the boxes from his grasp to press her phone into his hands. As he floundered at the abruptness of the action, the girl took the time to really examine him. He was a full head taller than her and filled out his clothes – a cute button up shirt and black slacks – quite nicely. His exposed arms was quite a sight as well, slim yet slightly muscular.

"Please?" She pouted, enjoying how his eyes widened. Hook, line, and sinker.

Akira sighed, wondering if it would be too much to grab the pizzas and dash into the café. He would have told the girl he already had a girlfriend, but he'd been made to promise to keep their relationship a secret. Given how gossip-crazy the people in this town were, even a hint of their relationship would reach Shujin High in a heartbeat. Still, it sounded better enduring this.

It turned out he needn't have bothered. Akira jumped when he felt a lithe arm curl around his waist. At the sight of Ann's blonde hair he had all but relaxed into her hold. An indescribable relief spread through him, not unlike when they managed to defeat a Palace Boss.

"I was wondering what took you so long," Ann purred, staring down at the delivery girl.

Uh oh. He recognized that look. Carmen was out for blood.

"We were just talking," The girl defended, looking annoyed at the interruption. It rankled her that the blonde bimbo had a better figure than her, too. What did she have to do to look like that? "I was just about to get his number, so if you could just butt out for another minute..."

"Sorry," Akira demurred, "My girlfriend and I aren't looking for another partner."

Ann laughed, the sound reminding him of tinkling wind chimes and screams of battered shadows. "You heard him. We'll be taking those pizzas now," she said, "Gosh, I hope they aren't cold. I'd hate to complain about the slow delivery, you know?"

Thrusting the boxes into her open arms, the delivery girl shot both of them equally scathing looks. With a dramatic huff she snatched her phone out of his hands and stomped away. They watched her go, Akira with furrowed brows and Ann with a gleeful smile.

"I haven't paid for the pizzas." He said with some worry as he pulled bills from his pocket, deliberating on whether to chase after her. He did not want a repeat of what happened after finally escaping her clutches.

"For what she put you through, I'd say she deserved it. Although…" Ann gave him a hard stare. "You should have told her you were taken."

"I didn't want to break our promise." She felt the irritation flow out of her at his words. Leave it to her boyfriend to nearly get mauled by a hormonal girl just to keep a promise. Still, it was sweet of him.

"I guess I could forgive you," Ann sighed dramatically, earning a snort. "But only if you kiss me in the next five seconds."

Akira smiled and leaned in. Her lips were inexplicably soft. It reminded him of marshmallows, and coupled with her expensive perfume, kissing her was enough to make him feel like he was floating away.

Ann melted against him, appreciating the sharp angles of his body against hers. Boys had always fascinated her; they were hard where she was soft, sharp edges where she was curved. Her boyfriend was no exception, and despite his feminine looks, he was a boy through and through. As they sought to lose themselves in the moment, the door to Leblanc was kicked open.

"Seriously guys? We're starving up there and you choose now to make out?!"

"Shut up, Ryuji!" Ann broke away with an exasperated groan. "This is why you don't have a girlfriend. You don't have a romantic bone in your body!"

"Eating each other's faces off is not romantic."

She stuck her tongue out. "Fine, you can just stay lonely forever." She said, causing Ryuji to splutter.

"Hey, I resent that. I have ladies linin' up to date me, kay?"

"Like who? Your mom?"

As their argument escalated, Akira could only shrug. With the pizza safely in his hands he left the bickering pair and entered Leblanc, intent of finally getting food into his hungry stomach.