A/N: This chapter is not fluffy, bit darker, hope you like it.

Everything changed for Junko Enoshima after she began dating Makoto Naegi, and for the first time she could recall she felt like a normal girl, in a normal high school. Granted things had been weird between her and Makoto for a while, he had taken the kiss they had first shared as a sign of her desire to date him and when she had expressed the desire to keep things casual he hadn't been pleased, they ended up not speaking for three days. Even after their reconciliation he'd been distant with her, speaking less, and not starting any form of contact unless she did first, that hurdle had taken her another two weeks to overcome. Eventually his innate desire to be close to her again had won out, and things went back to how they'd been before albeit with one slight caveat, they were now kissing. Junko sometimes felt guilty about what she was doing, she knew that Makoto was feeling more than she was every time they kissed, but she was comfortable with things as they were, this way she could kiss him, but she wasn't putting their friendship at risk, it was easier that way. So things passed that way for another month, but something changed one night, and as she kissed him she found the words he longed to hear bubble out of her mouth.

"We should be a real couple, like tell people about us and everything."

Makoto stared at her for a few moments, a small smile slowly spreading across his face and he'd gleefully agreed, and despite herself Junko felt her own joy at his acceptance become palpable. And so they'd become a real couple, holding hands and kissing in public and before long it was such a common sight that all the rumours about them faded, Junko was happy about that. To his further credit Makoto had turned out to be a better kind of boyfriend than she had expected, she had expected that she would have the upper hand with the normally submissive luckster, but she had been sorely mistaken. Initially she had certainly been instrumental in initiating their physical contact, but as he became more comfortable with her he had become surprisingly dominant, and Junko found that she didn't mind at all. Things continued to go well for the two of them, but Junko suddenly found herself on the receiving end of a continuingly cold Mukuro; not that Mukuro had ever been particularly warm in the first place, but something had made her even colder and Junko couldn't figure out what exactly it was. And so a month passed and despite Mukuros behaviour Junko was content, until the night everything changed.


Junko was nervous, a rare occurrence for the young woman, but sitting on her bed waiting for Makoto she could feel the butterflies in her stomach. Mukuro was gone, Junko had asked her for privacy that evening, to give her and Makoto space for a "special evening", Mukuro hadn't said a thing, simply seized an overnight bag and walked out the door, which Junko took to be an agreement. So here she sat, alone and fidgeting, waiting for Makoto to arrive; because tonight was the night they were going to consummate their relationship.

Despite her image, sex for Junko was something utterly personal, something she couldn't share with another individual unless she felt genuinely close to them, and now she was planning on sharing it with Makoto. She did everything in her power to control her nerves, and prevent herself from glancing around at the clock, but she was unsuccessful in that endeavour and ended up staring forlornly as the seconds seemed to drag ever slower. She was standing up to pace the room for perhaps the third time in a ten minute period when the ever familiar knock of her boyfriend rapped quickly on the door. With one last nervous twitch she steeled herself, and opened the door to admit him.

"Hey, you look lovely as always, I brought some dinner for us."

Junko smiled as Makoto held out her favourite meal from their diner, a cocky grin on his face, and suddenly her nerves disappeared. The two of them enjoyed their meal, acting as if they weren't about to do what they'd both planned on doing this evening. After the last bit of food disappeared however her nerves resurfaced, and judging by the look on her boyfriend's face so had his.

"So anyway, umm, where do we go from here?" Makoto asked quietly, twiddling his thumbs slowly.

Junko opened her mouth to respond, only to find herself lunging at Makoto, smashing her lips against his. Makoto responded with equal ardour, kissing her back fiercely and Junko began to lose herself in sensation. She was dimly aware of Makoto pushing her gently back onto her bed, his lips on her neck, then her cheek, then back to her own lips, like soft moths landing gently on her skin. Slowly he began to kiss lower, starting at her collarbone than moving lower and Junko simply melted away, he was wonderful, he made her happy, he was taking away all of her despair…

Junko was suddenly seized with panic and pushed Makoto, who had begun to kiss her thigh, away from her.

"I'm sorry Junko, did I do something wrong?" Makoto looked perplexed, however that turned to concern when he realised that Junko had tears streaming down her face. "What's a matter, are you alright?"

"You're going to leave me!" Junko choked out, "Once you get what you want you're going to leave just like all the others have."

Makoto stared at her in shock, and not a little bit of hurt, but slowly moved closer to try and comfort her.

"I would never do that Junko, why would you possibly think that?"

Junko mumbled incoherently, something about ruining the moment, and Makoto had to come up with a response on the fly.

"It's alright, you didn't ruin any moment, it's alright if you're not ready for this yet, I can wait." This was apparently the wrong thing to say as Junko started up, rage now slipping on to her face.

"I am ready damn you, how dare you say that!"

Makoto was completely nonplussed, but found himself getting flustered and reacting to her incendiary mood, his own temper begging to rise.

"You clearly aren't, or you wouldn't be crying about this, so don't lie!"

I'm not lying, this is just a big deal to me, I have to be sure I see a future with somebody before I give myself to them.

Makoto stood up at this pronouncement, irritation clear on his face.

"You keep doing this to me, you pull me close and push me away, I can't do that, if you don't want to be with me that's ok, but you need to be honest about it because if we get more serious and you're lying somebody is going to end up hurt." Silence followed his outburst and he began to make his way towards her door. "I care for you Junko, but if you make me fall and then turn around and hurt me, I don't think I'll ever forgive you." With one final glance at the still weeping supermodel he exited the dorm room, and as Junko continued to sob, the clatter of the door swinging closed behind him was her only company.


Two days later Makoto sat forlornly in his room, he'd apologised for storming out on Junko, and she'd merely nodded and said she no longer wished to discuss it. As he tried to finish the essay he was working on he heard his lock click open, turning he saw Junko walking in, the spare key he had given her in her hand. He opened his mouth to speak, but found it covered before he could get a word out.

"I'm ready, for real; I can't imagine my future without you, and no matter what happens we'll deal with it together."

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"Positive, luck boy."

"When should we plan it then?"

Junko smiled, "I was thinking right now."

A/N 2: Not as happy as previous chapters, but then again we already know there won't be a happy ending, sorry about the delay on this chapter, had some IRL stuff happening that got the writer's block flowing, as always if you want to keep up with updates and where things are at story wise you can always check my authors blog, the link is in the profile. Anyway as always thanks to Spike Chunsoft for such an amazing world, my friend Lilfox whom I hope reads this one day, and of course all you readers thank you, thank you ,thank you so much for your support