A Munto Fanfiction: For You © RedWingedAngel002
Disclaimer: Munto; Sora o Miageru Shōjo no Hitomi ni Utsuru Sekai © Kyoto Animation; Yoshiji Kigami and Tomoe Aratani
Genre: Comedy, Fantasy, and Romance
Summary: "Jeez! You are such a guy!"


A/N: This is for my bestie, Autunno / AutumnJolene, because she is amazing and contributes so much to the Munto fandom. Consider this an intro to an oldie comic plot, which is likely never to be drawn, lol (#5): [deviantart_._com/red-winged-angel/art/533571914]
March 1st was graduation for my Senior students and April will be another upcoming school year. Time is flying by! They grow up so fast! ಥ‿ಥ
A warning may be needed? This is definitely T+! It's nothing too explicit, but highly suggestive.


Songs: Starving by: Hailed Steinfield, Coming Down and Young God and by: Hasley, Wild Thoughts by: Rihanna


Japanese Index:
-hime: Princess
-sama: The respectful equivalent of -san; -sama is primarily in addressing persons of much higher rank: Lord, Lady (Japanese honorific)


"Talking."
'Thinking.'
Memories/Flashbacks.


One-Shot: Thigh-Highs

"Munto! Everyone! Hello!" she waved at the throne entrance and walked over to the group of five men.

Their hearty cries were boisterous in their greeting.

"Yumemi-hime!"

"Yumemi-hime has returned! Rejoice!"

"Welcome back!"

When passing the ten pillar sets and up the two long stairs, she offered them a respectable bow. General Rui often trailed within this pack of senior military ranks, but he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe together with Ichiko?

"Today was the day. Congratulations." Her boyfriend's face basked with such pride and warmth. "Welcome home."

"Thank you." Her heart fell aflutter, and she placed a hand there to make sure she would not float away by the overcome.

"Well then, we will continue this discussion at a more convenient time, Munto-sama," the yellow Commander nodded, an arm akimbo.

"Oh, there is no need! I didn't mean to interrupt!" she waved about.

"We were wrapping up. You need not fret, Princess," a glove ruffled her hair affectionately. "It is good to see you. Excuse us."

"Okay… Sorry," she apologized and perked at the generous farewells, "Bye! See you!"

She kept her maroon school bag modest across her hips and her folded hands squeezed in anticipation with their passing. His reaction was something she wanted to see alone.

Once the double-doors closed and the eight footsteps silenced in vicinity, he stood, she skipping halfway, and brought her in for a windblown kiss.

"My deepest apologies for not being there at your Entrance Ceremony, Yumemi," his lips skittered at each of her knuckles and to her inner palm. "Forgive me. Some things came up unexpectedly with the Prime Minister. Matters of the state."

"I know. It's okay," she brushed off and reasoned, while thumbing his cheek, "It would have caused a lot of commotion, anyway."

"I do not care about that! I wanted to give you my support!" he huffed, thick brows knitting displeased. "This was important."

"You are. That's what you're doing now," she tweaked a pleading smile.

They knew there would be challenges.

"It is not the same… Let praise you in your glory." His mouth pursed into a pout.

All she did was stand by a sign and take pictures with her family and friends. There was then a song and words of encouragement from the Principal at the gym. After school club was still being decided. Nothing too extravagant, compared to what he did on the norm. She would text the photos to him later.

Munto sat back down and admired her new uniform, twined fingers pulling her in.

"Now, let me take a look at my beautiful lady! An official high schooler; how exciting!" He placed her briefcase down at his throne's side without breaking eye contact. "A blazer, very sharp. You still have the sailor collar." *1

"M-hmm. It's part of Ujiyama's district." *2

"I see. Oh, these are cute," he lifted a red silk ribbon and trailed at the locks framing her chin, "Did you trim your bangs? It looks nice."

"Thanks! I wanted to try something new."

The update was inspired by how her hair was styled in creating the worlds' merge those sixteen months ago. What he saw in his image. To compromise, she kept the same U back shape, its length now skimming down past her hips in blonde waves.

As amber irises traveled lower, she bit her aching smile at Munto's pause. A pointer twitched at her waist. She could literally see his brain lag.

"These are… Socks? No… Stockings?" he swallowed thick and faintly touched the blue pleat hem, muttering, "This is definitely shorter than your middle school garb."

"They are thigh-highs."

"Because they go up to your thighs?" his voice cracked and flickered up to her, diamond pupils dilated and wide. His blush was painfully obvious.

"Yep. Like I said, I wanted to try something new."

He finally clicked the pieces together and straightened in posture.

"For me?" a hand came at his chest, moved.

"For you," she confirmed, beaming, "Happy early Birthday, Munto." *3

It was not until next week Saturday, on the ninth. She had an actual present in store: gold earrings personally designed and requested in secret through the Magical Kingdom's blacksmith.

"Yumemi…!" Suddenly, he held her close and nuzzled in, "You are too kind!"

"No wait, there's more," she whispered, cloy, and nudged him back to lift her skirt provocatively, "It's cute, right?"

Munto's delighted gasp cusped hilariously close to a squeal. His masculine pride was thrown entirely out the window from childish excitement.

"Hot damn! Yes! Certainly so!" he tapped an eager boot and then halted his drumming hands' hover, "Did you spend your shrine allowance on this?"

"I wanted to. You're worth it," she reassured. "Don't worry, I needed to buy a new size, anyway."

As Lord, he offered so much to his people and yet asked for little in return. With this fact, she found that he was very easy to please. A little make-up here, or a different hairstyle there, had him adorably ecstatic and almost bouncing off the walls.

She really wanted to hit home her appreciation of his birth, for exchanged memories revealed deep-rooted anxieties tied to it in his youth. Their first anniversary of celebrating the day last April had too many stresses to properly give her thanks, torn between starting a new relationship, (which had to be in secret,) politics, and racial divisions.

Now, much of that had fallen into a rhythm and calmed serene, just as the Akuto flow between their united worlds.

"No! Do not. I told you, I will pay for these from now on!" he protested.

"That sounds very sugar daddy material," was her tease.

"Ew. Shut up, you," he blanched and shivered grotesque. "Why does everyone assume I am that much older?"

"It's how you hold yourself. You've got eight more days left as a teenager, mister."

"Tsk. Thanks," his eyes rolled, deadpan.

"You like it?" She tucked a stray lock behind his pointed ear.

"Holy shit, Yumemi," he grinned in love-struck stupor, with her collar tie pressed at his cheek and hands wandering. His attempt to hide his rising desire was little effort. "What you do to me."

"Let me see."

Humored, he allowed her lift at his jaw and she took a peek at the tent in his leather pants.

"Approved, my lady?" his tongue rolled at a canine.

"M-hmm! I'm glad you like it." A kiss was placed on his forehead.

"Turn around, do a spin." She did so, giggling. "Ah, you are too cute. What the hell? You give me heartache. Death! Death to a King by blood loss!"

"I love you, too." The girl pulled him up from his dramatic slouch and ran her hands through his mane. "I love how you make me feel."

"You are amazing. I will bow to you any time, without hesitation."

"Aww, honey… Really?"

"Let me see again!" The sweet moment was broken when he lifted her skirt in boyish thrill, "How are you so fine? Praise God for your introduction to lingerie!"

"Jeez! You are such a guy!" she tossed head back, laughing.

"The little flower lace," he cooed and molded the revealed skin at her rear. "They are red, too! You are torturing me!"

"That's the point. And the bra matches."

His neck snapped up at her, eyes dark and daring.

"You want to torture me, darling? Is that your motive?" his bass dipped low. The squeeze ran forward and a knuckle massaged her folds, to her sensitive bud, "There are better ways to do that…"

A pool of desire zipped through and she licked her lower lip in wanton.

"Hoh? Do you want to taste me in my chair? It has plenty of room," he growled, smirking. "I can stretch you across, each ankle on an armrest, here."

Inhaling deep, she felt her mouth begin to water and her knees wavered weak. The image of his wicked tongue between her thighs was too tempting to pass. *4

"Will people come?"

He paused and looked over at the closed doors behind her in consideration. An exasperated sigh fled him.

"Unfortunately, yes. This is the hour." He returned his attention to her once more, nodding, "We will for certain, another night."

"Promise?" she whined, too hot to think straight. "And now…?"

Munto stood and swept her dramatically off her feet. His heart was running wild under her hand.

"My room or yours?"

"Let's try mine," she gasped, elated, with her arms clung around his neck. "Don't forget my bag."

"Rig—" He stopped mid-stride. "Wait, I am being an asshole. Where are my manners? Do you want any refreshments? Something to eat after your exhilarating day?"

"Oh," she batted her lashes, flirtatious when gnawing a pinkie, "I know what I'm hungry for and I think you can offer me something very refreshing."

"On it. Let's go!"

Yumemi laughed as they flew off the balcony with his howl echoing in their decent. She waved to the curious on looking Akuto Doll farewell.


A/N: I got distracted, sorry! Updates will be soon; I've been on a roll! Happy Girl's Day! (✿•ᴗ•)

—Ari [3.3.22]


*1: Yumemi's high school uniform is based on a mix of the third movie and Yumemi's Paradox manga: [deviantart_._com/red-winged-angel/art/852920682] and [tmblr_._co/ZE8fixKDrNR_]
*2: Ujiyama is a tiny canon detail recently noticed in OVA II, but was omitted in episode five. The girls' middle school is based off of the real location, Kotoha Jr. High. [tmblr_._co/ZE8fixbL6hUaia00]
*3: A personal headcanon of Munto's birthday being on April 9th and Yumemi's on February 23rd: [deviantart_._com/red-winged-angel/art/525950145]
* 4: So yes, the high suggestion is of them having performed oral, but not official sex. Yumemi is sixteen here, while Munto is just about twenty.
The age of consent is a little confusing in Japan. It is originally thirteen when first introduced as Penal Code, (which is why Kazuya and Suzume were able to 'get married' in the first arch), but only thirteen-year-olds can give permission to each other; no one older can have consent if they are over thirteen or fourteen.
Most prefectures voted that age up to sixteen, while eighteen is most common. Official drinking and adult age is twenty years old. More info: [historyofyesterday_._com/e4363d0ea679]