Okay, so it looks like this story's turned into full-blown erotica, not really sure how that happened...

Akane glanced behind her before opening the door, slipping inside when she saw the coast was clear. She and Shuusei had parted ways shortly after finishing their smoothies, when he'd joked about not letting her ever touch the blender again. She'd responded by throwing her straw at him, walking quickly out before collapsing into giggles.

I can't remember the last time I was this happy, she thought, giggling again. She briefly wondered if it was just hormones, then decided that she didn't care if it was. In fact, she welcomed it, after the taxing series of cases that had popped up after Makashima's arrest. One of his disciples, she guessed, had started his own spree, leaving letters scrawled in the blood of his murdered victims; WC-What Color?

Even with everything he did, she thought. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

He had been the sole survivor of the Season of Hell plane crash, his shattered body rebuilt from the pieces of nearly one hundred-fifty people. Because of that, the Sybil System couldn't read his Psycho-Pass, condemning him to the life of a living ghost. All his crimes had stemmed from the belief they lived under a flawed system, a belief she couldn't help but agree with. In the end, though, the System had evolved to read him, and he'd slipped away before any of them had had the chance to apprehend him. She briefly wondered where he was now, if he was happy with finally knowing his color.

I really hope things will be quiet for a while, she snuck deeper into the locker room, heading for the showers. She ran a hand over her stomach, imagining the infant growing slowly inside her. I don't think I could handle another case like that.

She smiled when she heard the running water, stopping to pull off her clothes before sneaking through the steam. She wasn't sure how she'd known that Shinya would be there, her lips curling mischievously when she saw him, running his hands through his soaked hair. His eyes were closed, his lips parted slightly. He shook his head, moving to shut off the water when he stopped, his eyes flashing open. He turned toward her, his lips curling in an amused grin.

"Thought you could surprise me, huh?"

She pouted slightly, finishing the short walk toward him.

"You could've at least tried to humor me," she said sullenly. He chuckled, taking her chin in hand. He leaned close, his breath hot on her cheeks.

"Now what fun would that be?"

He kissed her soundly, lifting her up and pressing her back to the white tiles. She moaned, rolling his head back as he lowered his assault to her neck. She stopped him just before he reached her breasts, however, untangling her hands from his hair and pushing against his shoulders.

"Not like this," she murmured breathlessly. Puzzled, he put her down, about to ask what she meant when she turned, leaning against the wall, angling her hips toward him. Her blushing face showed her hesitance toward such an action, but her burning gaze made it clear how much she wanted it. He chuckled again, leaning over her, running a single finger along her spine before letting it sink into her, pulling even more slowly out. As he continued this sweet torment, he nipped the top of her ear, tracing the edge with the tip of his tongue.

"If that's what you really want," he whispered huskily, smirking when she bit her lip. He added another finger to his ministrations, feeling himself harden more with every squeak and gasp that left her lips. He soon found himself unable to wait any longer, pulling his fingers out entirely and replacing them with his needy member. She gasped again, dragging her nails down the droplet-coated wall, tossing her head back as he continued to pleasure her.

"Oh, god…" each word drifted on a moan, the sounds escalating as he pushed harder, faster, his frantic breaths soon mixing with hers. "O-Oh, god!"

"That's right, Akane," he leaned against her, kissing and nipping her shoulder. "You know what I like…"

They finished as one, her body tightening before going limp, the fading steam stirring with her pants. He pulled out slowly, turning her so her back was once again pressed to the wall. He gazed down at her, noting the glow in her eyes with satisfaction. In fact every inch of her seemed to glow, her soft beauty radiating out to grace everything it touched.

Smiling, she reached up, cupping his face in her small hands, kissing him deeply. He was quick to return it, wrapping his arms around her, once again lifting her to his level. Their eyes locked when she pulled away, expressing what didn't need to be said. But it was anyway, whispered together, the words intertwined like the threads of their souls.

"I love you."

He stared at himself in the mirror, which only showed him from the nose down, smiling as he remembered how much things had changed. Akane had barely given his short, scrawny form a glance in the past, but now he was sure she wouldn't be able to keep her eyes off him. Just like every other girl in town. Smirking, he let the heavy metal bar crash to the floor, every inch of his body pulsing with raw, undiluted power. It was a drug he had quickly become addicted to, doing whatever he could to push himself further, even if it meant using less than noble means.

But this is for Akane, he reminded himself. I'll do whatever it takes.

Turning away from the mirror, he went to his nightstand, taking out the bottom drawer and running his short nails along the edge. Tapping one end caused the other to pop up, revealing his latest black market gold mine. The experimental drugs had cost him a fortune, they always did, but they had long since proven worth it. Taking a fresh syringe tightly in hand, he plunged the needle through the thin plastic lid of the first vial, chuckling as the clear liquid flooded the narrow glass chamber.

It had gotten easier to inject himself lately, his veins standing out beneath his skin; he swore he could see them pulsing as blood rushed through them. Even so, he still shuddered slightly when he saw the steel needle glint in the light, biting his lip as he'd done when getting shots as a child. The discomfort was short-lived, thankfully, as he felt the drugs start to run their course. Knitting the torn fibers of his muscles back together, pushing them to grow even stronger.

I'll never get tired of this…

Looking back toward the mirror, he tightened the fist still holding the vial, loving how his bicep swelled in response. He didn't know how big it was, size wasn't important to him, all that mattered was the strength that came with it. All that mattered was beating the man Akane thought she had fallen for, to show her who she really belonged with.

This is going to be fun...

I originally planned for their confession to come later, after a few more...dramatic moments. Oh well, guess that's what I get for writing some parts months in advance!

6/2/16 Edit: I'm looking for a beta reader for an original novel of mine, just someone to tell me if the story's actually any good or not. Drop me a PM if you're curious!