Author's Note:
Alright, to hell with it, I'm keeping the smut.
Aki is meeting FeMC in this chapter.
Keep in mind that I'm trying to keep the characters imperfect. Sometimes they're going to do and think things that they probably shouldn't.
(Also I apologize for being a comma whore… It's my favorite punctuation, I really can't help it).
Disclaimer:
I don't own Persona or any of its characters.
Chapter Two: Guilt.
Early Morning — October 13 (SAT)
Akihiko grimaced as he patted his face dry, closing the shower curtain behind him. With a sigh he wrapped his towel loosely around his waist. He glanced at the mirror and frowned at his reflection… Had he lost muscle mass…?
Just then there was a knock on his door and Aki caught himself dreading the thought of it being Mitsuru on the other side. He hadn't returned any of her calls or texts since yesterday morning and honestly he hadn't really been planning on it today either. It was hard to avoid your girlfriend when she lived on the floor right below you.
Akihiko shook his head and silently cursed himself for thinking it as he sluggishly approached his door and yanked it open. Mitsuru Kirijo stood before him, her crimson lips pulled into a smile, delicate curls cascading over her shoulders. "Akihiko!" She greeted him, dark eyes widening as they dropped down to his exposed skin.
"Ah, Mitsuru… I'm sorry about—" He looked down, realizing he was still dripping from the shower in only his towel. "Uh, do you want to come in while I change?"
Mitsuru hardly managed to pull her eyes from Akihiko's abdomen and nod as she stepped inside. As he closed the door behind her, she couldn't help but star at the droplets of water that fell from the ends of his silver hair and slid down his neck, over and in between the muscles of his back—Mitsuru quickly tore her eyes from his skin and cleared her throat, scowling at herself.
Akihiko disappeared into his room after telling his girlfriend to make herself comfortable in the small living area of his dorm.
"I'm sorry I didn't have a chance to get back to you yesterday… by the time I left the gym it was already pretty late." He called through the door, shuffling through his closet, looking for his white button down after pulling his boxer on.
"It's quite alright," She replied, "How did your match go yesterday?"
Akihiko scoffed and let out a bitter, self-depreciating laugh. "Didn't you see my face? I got my ass handed to me." He pulled his shirt over his shoulders and buttoned the cuffs.
"Oh please," Mitsuru's voice came from the other side of the door, closer than it had been just a second ago. "I was hardly looking at your face, Akihiko." Then the door clicked open and Aki turned to look at her, one eyebrow raised.
Mitsuru grinned and Aki couldn't help but stare and think about how much he loved the shape of her hips as they swayed back and forth as she walked toward him. She embraced him, snaking her arms around his neck and lifting her lips to his, placing a delicate kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I missed you, you know." She whispered pressing her breasts against his chest. She wasn't wearing a bra.
Akihiko's hands found their way to her hips and he pulled her closer, grinding himself against her abdomen. She wiggled her hips back and forth, teasing him. A mischievous giggle escaped her soft lips and Aki sighed, burying his face into her hair. "I have to be at work in less than an hour…" He managed to mumble before she slid her hand down his chest and plunged into his boxers, gripping him tightly with her long, slender fingers.
He groaned into her neck and nibbled on her exposed skin at the sensation.
He and Mitsuru had been dating for about four months; they'd spent plenty of time fooling around in that time but it had been a few weeks since the last time they'd been alone together. He didn't want to admit it was because he'd been trying his hardest to avoid her… although if she was this forceful every time they were together, maybe he'd have to rethink that decision. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have someone else touch him. When Mitsuru started stroking, he closed his eyes and bit down on her nape harder, taking a hand from her hip up to her breast, squeezing harder than he normally would have, rubbing his thumb over her erect nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt.
"Fuck, Mitsuru…" He growled as her pace increased and she started pumping his now fully erect member. Moist lips pressed against his neck and he swore he felt her smirk against his skin before she slowly removed herself from him. In one swift motion she pulled his boxers down his thighs and fell to her knees, giving the tip of his cock an experimental lick. His legs tensed and he instinctively thrust his hips forward just enough to make her gag.
Had it really already been weeks since the two of them had been even remotely intimate? Honestly Akihiko couldn't remember, not with her tongue trailing along his shaft. But he knew she was never spontaneous like this, she was too particular. She loved to plan ahead—the Mitsuru sucking on his cock was not the same Mitsuru he'd been dating these past few months.
It wasn't until she finally took it fully into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip as she forced him deeper down her throat that Akihiko threw his head back, not bothering to stifle his moan. "Fu-uck…" He rasped, tangling his fingers in her silky, red locks, gripping the back of her head and forcing her head down until Mitsuru's nose pressed against his lower abdomen.
Akihiko looked back down at her as she began bobbing her head up and down, eyes half closed and watering as his cock made contact with the back of her throat with each thrust of his hips.
Finally, with a gasp, Mitsuru let it loose from her lips with a pop and lifted her eyes as she started pumping him again, taking only the tip into her mouth as she twisted her hand around his cock at a furious pace, cupping his balls and massaging them with her free hand.
As Akihiko met her gaze, his mind flashed back to a distant memory… and Mitsuru's deep red hair faded to a light auburn, her eyes flashed bright as rubies and in that instant he came in her mouth and she swallowed it obediently, pale lips pressed into an innocent smile, "A-Aki-Senpai…"
Akihiko blinked a few times as his climax subsided and felt a pang of guilt as disappointment washed over him at the sight of Mitsuru before him instead of…
Instead of… who? Aki racked his brain, but he came up empty. He saw her face under his eyelids but she was nameless.
Morning – October 13 (SAT)
By some miracle Akihiko managed to make it to work on time—ten minutes early, to be precise—and he couldn't help but thank his past self for picking a job within walking distance of campus. He'd only be working a few hours to help in training a new employee. When he arrived he saw Fuuka Yamagishi behind the counter, preparing to open the shop for the morning crowd.
"Sanada-kun," She greeted him with a smile and although her eyes seemed to scan the injuries on his face, she said nothing about them. "I didn't know you were working today."
He returned the friendliness even though all he wanted to run to the gym and vent all of his frustration and guilt through his fists—was there something wrong with him? Mitsuru hadn't done anything wrong, she was beautiful, she cared about him, and here he was fantasizing about some nameless girl he hadn't seen in nearly three years. No. He silently scowled at himself. Some nameless girl? That hardly seemed like the proper way to describe her. "I wasn't supposed to," He explained, silencing his internal argument. "Shinji called me this morning and asked me to cover his shift for him."
Fuuka laughed gently and straightened her vest, "That sounds like Aragaki-kun, he must not have wanted to help with the new girl." She shook her head and glanced at the clock, "The manager said she's really cute. Apparently she's getting the run down in the break room right now before we open."
Akihiko nodded, hoping she would be quick to absorb the information. It's not like it was a hard job but the last time he'd found himself in charge of training a new employee, it was Shinji, and whether the job was difficult for him to grasp or he was just being a pain in the ass to irritate Akihiko, it had been a nightmare.
"Um…" Fuuka said somewhat shyly, "How are you and Mitsuru doing? I haven't seen her around as often as I used to."
Aki fought a frown and the guilt hit him again like a bullet train. Idiot. "She's been pretty busy dealing with the Kirijo Group. She pushing herself to graduate a semester early so that she can take over her father's position." He explained. "The board of executives has been running the company since her father's funeral, but she wants to take the mantle."
Fuuka nodded, "Mitsuru really is dedicated, isn't she? I'm so jealous of her motivation."
"Well I'd better go clock in before seven," He said awkwardly, heading for the break room. Fuuka gave him a small wave as he walked away and Akihiko cursed himself for being so transparent, anyone with a brain could probably tell that he was out of character. He needed to focus. He was at work, this wasn't the time or place to think about Mitsuru or her… morning greeting.
He walked down the hallway and the manager emerged from the break room, giving him her famous, blinding smile. "Ah, Akihito-kun! Shinjiro said you'd be covering his shift, I really appreciate it. The newbie is in there, clocking in." She crossed her arms and nodded like she was satisfied, "I can't believe how cute she is, she'll really be a hit with the customers… You should probably stand behind her with your face looking like that."
Akihiko laughed a little, "Ah… Well, I'll go introduce myself. Did you want her on the floor first or behind the counter with Fuuka?"
She pursed her round lips, "We'll keep her on the floor for the morning crowd and stick her behind the counter once the take-out rush is over. I'm counting on you, Akihiko-kun!" She clapped her hands together and called out to Fuuka in the lobby to unlock the doors and walked away, leaving Aki in the hallway alone.
He sighed and ran his fingers through his cropped, silver hair. Alright! He thought, trying his best to clear his mind. Time to get to work!
With a newfound motivation, Akihiko turned around and pushed open the door to the breakroom. The new girl was standing there, dusting off her apron. She looked up in surprise as he entered and Akihiko stopped in his tracks at the sight in front of him, certain that he must be dreaming as round ruby red eyes stared back at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, he could only stare.
"Ah, um… G-good morning!" She said loudly, bowing slightly. "My name is Minako Arisato, it's very nice to meet you!"
Aki raised one eyebrow, meet me? "H-Haven't we already…"
She looked back at him quizzically, tilting her head to one side, her high pony-tail swaying with her.
Akihiko blinked, a wave of confusion washing over him. "I'm… Akihiko Sanada…" He said slowly, hoping to see recognition sweep across her pale face. It never came.
She still looked confused, but she smiled anyway, "I look forward to working with you, Sanada-san."
Author's Note:
As I write this, I feel like I have some sort of vendetta against Mitsuru, but I've always really liked her character… Ah, well.
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