How Lucky He Is

by Cosmic Sky

One might have said that Akira was unlucky. Maybe that was true given everything he'd had to go through, but he didn't see it that way. Sure, he'd been through hell, but he'd survived. Of all the people he had to thank for that, there was one person that stood out-Sadayo Kawakami. Her acceptance, love, and patience showed him what to fight for, and what he wanted to live for.

Hey, everyone. This One-Shot has been one that's been on my list for a while, really ever since the original Persona 5 dropped. I kept putting it off until came the Royal, which gave me some new ideas and became this story's setting. It's set in the same continuity as "Unthinkable" and 'Red, Black, and Dazzling White", even being something of a prequel to the latter. Anyways, here it finally is, a Persona 5 Valentine's Day Lemon, and featuring my favorite romantic choice, Sadayo Kawakami! Given the theme, except fluff and smut, hopefully perfectly balanced. I hope you all enjoy!

I do not own anything.

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How Lucky He Is

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Akira looked at the clock for what might have been the hundredth time. Like those before it, he heaved out a sigh of disappointment, especially as he looked back at the door. A steady stream of people had trickled in, all to greet and congratulate him on being released from jail. Truth be told, the congratulations had left him dazed, yet they'd also somewhat helped him come to grips with what had happened to him.

For the second time in a row, he'd fought a godlike entity trying to warp reality. Just saying that he'd fought one was mind blowing but two? It seemed insane, more insane than anything he'd experienced prior in his adventure as a Phantom Thief. Then again, looking back, he couldn't help but feel like all those fights and scraps had been building up to his eventually clash with Yaldabaoth and eventually Maruki. Both of them had made him an offer of power and submission if he simply gave up, and both times he'd refused.

And now, here he was. Back in his second home, the home that he'd stumbled into. Alone, after spending hours and hours catching up with friends and loved ones. While he'd be happy to see them, there'd been one person missing from the list. She was arguably the most important person.

When he came to Tokyo, he never expected to end up finding himself a girlfriend. Sure, his friends had joked about it when they were in school. Going to the big city and finding a pretty girl to get into a relationship with. Some of them actually considered a goal worth striving for. Personally, Akira hadn't given it much thought-not to mention dating was the last thing on his mind when he came to Tokyo.

Likewise, getting involved with him was practically the last thing that Sadayo Kawakami had wanted. Leaning against the counter, he chuckled at how both of their expectations had been subverted.

They both knew a relationship wouldn't be easy, Akira certainly had. Now, as he stood alone in Leblanc, waiting on a person who might not come, he wondered if things had proven harder than he could have imagined. The thought stung, yet his stubborn determination told him not to give up hope just yet.

Tomorrow was Valentine's Day, after all.

"Seriously? Right before Valentine's Day?"

"Well, Akira, it's certainly preferable to a later date, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah. I guess I'm just-"

"Extremely happy you'll be getting out so you and your girlfriend can spend time together?"

"I never said I had a girlfriend."

"No, you didn't, but as soon as I told you, I saw the way your eyes lit up. Heheh, don't worry, you don't have to say anything. Just keep your head down and let those of us out here do our jobs."

"No arguments here, so far, you've been a pretty damn good lawyer."

The news spread fast, and half a dozen people had remarked how strangely things had worked out. Akira knew that he was undoubtedly lucky. Now then, would he be getting lucky come tomorrow? That was a question in limbo. At the current moment, it seemed that the answer might be no, but Akira wasn't quite ready to give up hope. Besides, he wasn't totally deaf to the situation she was in, or the rest of his inner circle for that matter.

"Akira, I…really didn't want to bring this up and bring the mood down but…we're still being watched." Makoto had told him when he finally cornered her on it. He'd noticed a couple of odd things about his friends and associates as they came in. It was only with his second-in-command that he decided to say something about it.

He remembered the heavy-hearted sigh he'd given. "I can't say I'm surprised. Sad, but not surprised." His gaze moved upward to the ceiling where a slight frown grew to cover his features. "While I was in juvie, I was able to keep up with some of the news. The dominos are still falling around Shido."

"It's more than even I ever though, or wanted to think." She admitted.

"They're going it keep falling for the rest of the year probably. So many people were involved in his shit that I'm honestly wondering if we'll still be in this mess by this time next year."

"I'll be optimistic and say no. There's no way the government will allow this mess to drag on for that long." Akira looked at her, silently nodding in agreement. Though his faith in the government had been raddled, he wasn't going to descend into full blown cynicism. "Still, there's so many questions and we're the only ones that can answer them."

"Yeah…provided people are willing to believe us." He'd playfully countered. At that, Makoto laughed with him. "Anyways, what I'm getting at is if you feel like people are staying away, please, don't blame them for it. Sis has been…making some calls to warn them. Not to mention other people have been getting calls too, for their own safety."

"…Huh?"

"It's been weird, but…sometimes we get strange calls telling us not to go to certain places or to keep our heads down a touch lower. It's almost like…someone's looking out for us."

"…Maybe someone is, not that I'm complaining to be honest. Hell, after everything we've been through, I'm actually grateful for it."

Thinking back to that conversation put him at ease just a little bit, but the anxiety still lay within him. The truth was, he wanted to see his girlfriend again. He wanted to see the girl whom he'd thought of the most while in juvie, the girl who he promised he would make his way back to. Here he was finally free, but he hadn't seen her. Not yet anyway.

He'd definitely see her tomorrow, when he had his first day of school.

"No rest for the wickedly virtuous." He mused.

No, indeed, but such is the nature of a hero. Even a dark hero such as yourself. Still, you will fortunately be able to set eyes on your lady. Hahaha, but it shall still likely be a case of only looking without touching. You'll have to wait a while longer for that, it seems.

He turned his head around, faster than he normally would. "Even without the Metaverse, you're still with me. Heh, still my loyal shadow." Akira didn't dwell on if he'd really heard his Persona or not. The words spoken were the ones he needed to hear.

Looking back at the clock, he found it was ten minutes to eleven-thirty. By now, Sojiro would have told him to call it a night and begin closing up. Akira was ready to do that himself. He was all but certain that he'd seen the last of their costumers for the day. Tomorrow would be when the real rush came. He chuckled a bit as he was actually somewhat looking forward to that. Maybe he was more eager to get back to what had became his normal Tokyo life than he realized. It was also likely he wanted to enjoy it for as long as he could. After getting used to life in the big city, he was being called back to his home in the countryside.

It wasn't like Akira was against it, namely, it wasn't like he didn't want to see his parents again. The truth was the opposite, after everything he'd gone through, a part of him longed to see them again. To feel their warm embrace.

While flipping the sign to close, he heaved out another sigh. "Seems like I can't have one without giving up the other. At least not yet."

Now that he was a free man, totally free, he had his future ahead of him. Akira was all but certain that'd lead him right here, back to Tokyo and the people he'd met. All that was still so far ahead though. For now, he had the present to focus on.

In other words, he was ready to turn in for the night. He had put in a lot of working hours on his first day back. It made the soon-to-be sleep all the more appealing.

"Well, well, look like someone's already asleep." He mused spying the familiar mass of black fur lying in the gray-colored cat's bed.

His words stirred the small bed's occupant, his blue-eyes widening. "Ahh, finally finished for the night?"

"Yep, and from the looks of it, so are you." Akira coolly replied. Morgana had ducked out about two hours ago, just a little before Haru left. The odds were fifty-fifty that he'd be spending the night with her, but as he saw, he'd chosen to spend the night here we him. Akira was a little happy about that. "Don't mind me, I'll be joining you in a second."

"Heh, it's still a bit early for you to call it a night, then again, it is your own bed again." Morgana remarked.

"And boy, am I happy to have it back." Looking back, it was funny to think about how he agonizing over how he was ever supposed to get to sleep in this room, on this bed. Anxiety and anger seemed like they'd keep him awake, but their hold wasn't as strong as he'd thought. Over time, their hold lessened. Other times they actually helped drive him to sleep.

"I stopped by Sadayo's apartment, she…wasn't home."

The statement caused Akira to sit straight up. His gray eyes looked to his unexpected pet and partner. Morgana crawled off of his bed completely.

"Hey, hey, before you start panicking, everything was normal! I didn't catch anyone else's scent there! I think it's just a matter of her not being back yet! Things have been pretty busy at Shujin since you've been gone." The blue-eyed feline quickly explained.

Akira felt himself slowly sliding back down. "Oh, alright then." His head softly hit the pillow and his eyes stared up at the ceiling. "Have you seen…Dr. Maruki around? Did you see him around at the school?"

"No." He replied with an air of sorrow. "But I'm sure he's doing alright. Him and…Akechi. At least I hope they are."

"They are. Neither are weak enough hat they'll go down." Akira replied with confidence in his voice.

As if to responded to his bravado, his phone rang. At first, he leisurely picked it up, but as soon as his eyes read the name on the call, he was swiping his finger across.

"Hey, are you still up?" Came the slightly shy and feminine voice on the other end.

"For about another five minutes. You called me at just the right time." He calmly answered. "Sadayo," the name flew from his lips like a jet fighter.

"I-I'm so sorry! I wanted to come to see you today, b-but I was literally swamped for work I-" She confessed, sounding like the sorrow had eaten away at most of her.

Akira couldn't let it go any further. "It's fine! So long as you're alright, it's okay, Sadayo!" The line, and the room, briefly went quiet save for their breathing. Akira hung his head, feeling the acceleration of his heart. From the second he'd heard her voice, it'd been kicked off. Even now, he was still caught in a tempest of joy-it's what stalled him for several seconds. "I'm just…I'm just so happy hearing your voice again. You have no idea how much I missed it."

"I can take a guess." She playfully retorted before giving him a short pause. "God, Akira I…I missed you too. Hearing you again after everything that's happened I…I just don't know how to describe it. I wanted to come see you at Leblanc, but things have just been so-"

"Hectic? Makoto told me that some of you are still being watched because of the mess with Shido." He interrupted.

"Well, I remember a few people dropping by the school to ask questions. I remember that, and yet…I just…woke up this morning. I've got two sets of memories, one of which I know wasn't a dream."

"Hehehe, sorry about that. Once again, it seems like you've been dragged into the affairs of the Metaverse. If it's any consolation, this was probably the last time." He offered.

Her response surprised him. "The first thing I wanted to make sure of was that you were alright. While I wouldn't call you being in juvenile detention great to hear, you were alive." There was another pause as she too apparently gathered her thoughts. "And you…you didn't deserve to be there. Not after all that you'd did."

"It's just how things happened. Besides, the important thing is Shido's been stopped, and so has every other maniac trying to remake the world." Though he believed his own words, there was a not-entirely-small part of him that shared his girlfriend's outrage. That part of him was countered by the somewhat seasoned wisdom he'd acquired. Doing the right thing could be a thankless endeavor, and more often than not result in you paying some sort of price. For some, that might have served as a deterrent against doing the right thing at all; Akira wasn't one of those people. "The important thing is though that it's over with. I'm here…and we can be together." He paused, letting out a humorous beat. "Well, when we get the chance to."

"Well, tomorrow is Valentine's Day." The negativity from her voice was gone, replaced by jubilant excitement. "Ever since November, I've been looking forward to it."

"Only November? I've had my eye on it since September." He half-heartedly joked. The truth was he really had been thinking about Valentine's Day since then. Sadayo was his first serious relationship, and he was determined to make them work, especially into the holiday reserved for couples. Needless to say, things hadn't quite gone the way he'd planned, but here they were. Most importantly, she was still beside him through all he'd made her endure. "So, can I take this to mean that I'll be seeing you tomorrow?"

"Most likely." She coyly replied, earning a chuckle from him. "That said, Akira, tomorrow will be your first day back."

"I know." He said with a nod she couldn't see. Despite the yearning they felt for each other, they still had a façade they had to maintain. Both of them knew keeping their relationship a secret was probably more vital than ever. If there were any suspicion regarding them, it could utterly destroy her reputation. "I'll be patient."

"Heh, and I didn't even need to ask you." The brunette giggled.

"Hey, give me some credit. I know how to control myself!" He laughed.

"Uh-huh, right."

Grinning, he decided he'd play this little game with her. "I definitely remember a certain someone not minding too much when I let my control slip." The line on the other end went quiet, but Akira could practically hear the steam bellowing out of his girlfriend's ears. "The way that certain someone would beg for more as she realized that they could take the risk just this one time, and then that other time."

"Alright, alright! I-I-If we…if we…no. No, Akira, I don't want to take that chance." She declared in a firm voice.

Though slightly disappointed, Akira accepted her decision. He also more or less agreed with it. "Okay." He said in a calm and serious tone of his own. "I'll be looking forward to seeing you tomorrow."

"So will I, just make sure you get enough res that you're not falling asleep in class." She spoke.

"Heh, I'll try. Goodnight, Sadayo."

"Goodnight, Akira, and see you tomorrow."

Mere seconds after the call ended, the attic-turned-bedroom's second occupant spoke up. "Think you can finally go to sleep now?"

"Maybe." He laughingly replied. The truth was he probably would, despite the excitement that was now pumping through him. In short order, he got dressed and found himself beneath the covers.

Everything felt so different, yet it was also familiar to him. This was his bed, in his room, in his home. When he thought of the people he'd see tomorrow where people he'd be excited and happy to see. Amongst them, the woman that he'd came to love. Akira knew that other kids like him hadn't been as lucky, and he felt for them.

But he was happy he'd been lucky enough to make it out, and that the person waiting for him was still there, and she was just as eager to embrace him as he was her.

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"Geez, will you give it a rest already! It's not that funny!"

Akira fought through his snickers to regain his ability to be coherent. "I-I-I-It just is, just a little bit. The guy who's more or less sold me on how much of a chick magnet he was back in his day totally forgot it was Valentine's Day."

Sojiro groaned. "In my defense, I've had a lot to think about lately! Including you!"

That got Akira to stop laughing, he in turn gave his guardian a loving smile. "Yeah…and I'm thankful for that."

Sojiro smiled back as he leaned against the counter. "Everything's just been…a bit tough to process. Hell, some nights I've had weird dreams where I think about what happened on Christmas and…everything afterward. Or what I thought was afterward." A hand went to his head and his voice dropped several octaves. "Wakabe…this whole thing would have been right up you alley."

That's something he'd noticed with those outside of the Phantom Thieves themselves, but still in the loop. Memories on top of memories, some of which faded in and out of existence. Akira supposed that was a result of the failed Actualization process Lavenza had described. She'd told him those who possessed the power of a Persona would be able to keep a firmer hold on the memories of Maruki's dream world, those without one would struggle. Or at least, most of them would.

"Your bond of Temperance, thanks to the strength of your link, it seems she will be in the same category as you and your teammates. I suppose that is the…strength of love."

He blushed remembering how…mesmerized Lavenza had looked as she explained that to him. He knew she had the memories and experiences of Caroline and Justine, but he also couldn't help but wonder how much of the real world and people she knew of. Either that or she was more curious about his personal life than he originally thought.

"So, anyone special coming through that door?"

"Hmm?"

As if in revenge for his earlier jab, Sojiro shot him a wide grin. "Come on, kid. I know that blush you had just a minute ago. You were thinking about a girl, either someone you've been seeing or someone you want to see. Hell, given your situation, it could be both."

Akira took a minute to respond, but he couldn't help but look at the door in contemplation. That was more than enough of an answer for Sojiro. The older man walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder from across the counter.

"We've still got a few hours to go before closing. Just be patient, Akira."

"Thanks." He nodded. It was just a little past four and they did indeed have plenty of time Knowing his girlfriend though, he suspected that it'd still be a while before she came in. They wanted to have a date, and that meant having as few people around to see them together as possible.

School had been…more or less what he expected it to be. His return did cause a bit of a stir. Practically everyone knew he'd been incarcerated again, but this time, the circumstances were somewhat different. He got a chuckle how some people actually came up and apologized to him. Hell, some of them even went to him to complain about their parents, some of whom were still stubbornly insisting Shido was innocent. It seemed that the paradigm had shifted. With his near nonstop and all-consuming confession public perception and sympathy had all been thrown out of whack. In the midst of that, he seemed to have been transformed into a seemingly unfortunate but innocent boy caught up in the mayhem.

While that wasn't quite true, Akira did know he was innocent of starting this whole mess. That was on Shido, and he was now paying for it.

All that said, he noticed how several teachers and students kept their eyes on him. For as many people that seemed to realize he wasn't this walking, ticking time bomb, just as many still held onto those feelings, especially since they remembered him as being jailed right after Christmas. And then some of them had privately expressed to him to how even that was doubtful. Taken together, it somewhat left Akira wondering what the public perception of him would be by the time he left at the end of March.

The fact that he'd be leaving Tokyo at practically the end of next month was something that stayed nestled at the back of his mind. Ultimately though, it was still there. His senior year would be carried out back home instead of here. Were it not for his friends and his girlfriends, Akira would hardly see the difference between them.

No doubt, the separation from the people he'd came to know and loved as a second family nagged at him. In particularly, his girlfriend. Just as the two of them had agreed upon the night before, they kept themselves under control.

Akira wouldn't quite call it hell…but it hadn't been fun seeing her right in front of him and beside him and not being able to touch her in any intimate way. The longing stares they shot at one another just made it worse. Upon coming to Leblanc after school and a few other stops, he just felt worse. Watching couple after couple come in was beginning to get to him, if only a little.

That didn't go unnoticed by his guardian and patron. "Any chance I can get some details on this mystery girl?" Sojiro called after their latest couple departed, leaving the café empty. It was just the two men, and the older of the pair was seizing on the opportunity.

"Eeeeh, well…she's a brunette." He figured there was no harm in dropping some small details. Akira honestly had no idea how Sojiro would react to learning that he was dating one of his teachers. Though Kamoshida was practically old news, the sight of him and Sadayo together might bring him back to the forefront. Such a thing was what the two of them had been adamantly trying to avoid.

"Brunette, huh?" The bearded man remarked.

"Yeah, so don't worry, it's not Futaba." He coolly remarked.

"H-H-Hey! I never said anything about that! Not to mention I was never worried! She's too young for stuff like this, not to mention I've never seen a lick of romantic interesting between the two of you." The veteran coffee maker said.

After he got his chuckles in, Akira threw up a hand in confirmation. Lax as his guardian was, when it came to his daughter, well, that was a different story. Thankfully, it wasn't one that Akira was going to be exploring. Likewise, he wasn't going to have to worry about said daughter spying on him and his girlfriend. That was one thing that he quite literally nipped in the bud a while ago.

"Brunette, huh, suppose that leaves Haru and Makoto." Sojiro said, still taking a guess as to who his girlfriend might be. Akira gave him no signals, something that caused the older man to chuckle. "Jeez, really leaving me in the dark, aren't ya? Well, if you're interested, whoever she is, I can still give you some pointers. Y'know, when I was young, hoo boy…"

Before he could give a response, the door bell rung. Akira casually turned his head to see who it was; who he saw made him freeze.

"Good evening." She wasn't dressed all that differently from normal, and Akira was fine with that. A yellow coat over a brown sweater that had no doubt kept her warm on the walk over, alongside her leggings. The straps of her backpack purse were visible to him. Her warm brown eyes immediately found his, a smile blooming across her face.

A similar one bloomed across Akira's as well as he stepped forward, keeping his distance from her. Just like at school, it took everything he had not to run up and hug and kiss her. "Hey," he casually called back.

"M-Ms. Kawakami?" Sojiro stammered. As a testament to his boosting, he looked between the two of them and immediately read the mood. His eyes promptly widened as a result. "Y-Y-You mean that…Akira, you and her…Ms. Kawakami, you and Akira…"

She gave a nervous but resolute nod, as did Akira.

"Things…happened between us, and…look, we know this isn't normal, or right by society's norms, but…" He trailed off, somewhat hoping that his short but desperate plea would reach his guardian.

His eyes closed, a rather contemplative look on his face. "A teacher and her student, in a real relationship." Both he and his girlfriend looked at him, noting the emphasis he'd placed on the word real. Akira found himself speculating just how fully versed in the area of romance his mentor was. "So, this sort of thing really does happen, huh? And it happened right here in my own shop to boot."

"It's true, we didn't mean to lie to you." Sadayo spoke, visibly eager to avoid a disaster.

When he looked back at her, any odds of that were swept away. The smile he gave the brunette was one of understanding and comfort. Akira and his friends had been on the receiving end of it several times-it'd helped remind them that not everyone adult in the city of Tokyo seemed to have it out for them. In this case, it was proof that some acceptance could be found for the unusual but absolutely genuine relationship between him and his language arts teacher.

"Thank you." They simultaneously said. Upon realizing it, they looked at one another and blushed.

The owner of Leblanc threw back his head in laughter. "Alright, after that, I know it's time for me to leave you two alone." His gaze fell squarely on Akira. "I'll leave the shop to you."

Though happy, he raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Sooo…it's alright if we…close up early for the day?"

"We got enough business for today. Just make sure to clean up." He answered while hanging up his apron. Practically in the blink of an eye, he was dressed and heading for the door. Sojiro looked back between the two, a sly smile on his face. Enjoy yourselves." With those parting words, he departed into the night, Morgana following after him.

Just before he left, the cat turned back and shot Akira a grin that he eagerly returned. With the chime of the door closing, it was just him and his girlfriend. They were finally alone.

"Hel-"

Akira would have liked to say he'd waited long enough, and so too had Sadayo. Before she could get the simple greeting out, he rushed toward her, swooping her up in his arms and kissed her. A quarter of a second passed, during which the shock faded. She eagerly returned the kiss. Everything else in the café, in the city, the world, disappeared save for each other. He felt her clawing at his backside while he tightened his hold on her waist. Only centimeters separated when they broke for air, and those breaks were short. Again and again their lips found each other, as did their tongues.

Hours seemed to have passed by the time they were finished, or at least ready to take a break. They stared at one another, panting hard.

"I missed you so damn much." Akira whispered to her.

She reached down and caressed his cheek. "I know, the feeling's mutual."

He only gazed up at the door for a second, realizing the sign still read open. The last time he'd looked at the clock, it was a little past six. It wouldn't be too odd for the sign to flip to close. It was also late enough that…the woman in his arms was probably going to be staying at Leblanc for the rest of the night.

Finally, he looked back at Sadayo, noting how relaxed her smile was. "Take a seat, I'll get you some coffee in a second."

"Thanks." She said, then gave him another kiss on the cheek.

He made it quick, but Akira was also made sure he didn't make any mistakes. The last thing he wanted was for his girlfriend's first brewed cup of coffee to be shoddy because he was in a hurry. With the sign flipped to closed, no one else would be coming in. It was just the two of them.

The sense of urgency died in full as he placed her coffee down in front of her, then took his seat opposite of her. All too quickly, the warm and comforting atmosphere they previous had returned, enveloping them.

She tucked a loose strand of hair back, her eyes moving up and down his seated form. "So…you're…really back. It's only hitting me now that I've actually seen you. That's something that I think took too long."

"I kind of agree, but…we're here together, now." He reached out, and Sadayo recuperated. Their hands locked, sweet warmth swirling between their interlocked hands. "I'm sorry that I made you worry, and wait."

Her head moved from side to side. "That's my line, Akira."

"No, it isn't." he retorted. "I'm the one who got you dragged into all of this. Especially the-"

"Supernatural stuff? Living through some magical god trying to merge the real world with some parallel world? Twice in a row?" She interrupted. He gave a sheepish smile and a nod. Sadayo took a long sip of her coffee. The satisfied hum she gave helped put him at ease. "It was clear from the start that you'd be a lot of trouble, but I never expected you'd turn yourself in." From the tone of her voice, he realized that's what she was really upset with him about. A tiny version of himself sighed in relief while also wincing in pain. Still, he didn't blame her for being angry at him. "When I heard it, I…I kind of broke down. God, can you imagine? I cried like a schoolgirl."

"I can." He impulsively said. Luckily, his girlfriend didn't seem annoyed, instead she was curious. Taking that as a signal, he looked down at the table, his mind moving to the past. "The night that…Shido framed me, my mom cried. That's what hurt me more than the accusations, that feeling that I'd made her, the most important woman in my life, cry. I…felt like I'd failed her."

Sadayo's response was to give his hand a tight squeeze. "You didn't though. What happened wasn't your fault, and she knows that. Just like I know what happened wasn't your fault either. You did the best you could in the situation. You did what you did to protect everyone…even me, again." He looked up at her, mouth slightly agape. "Usually, I'd give you a written report due to tomorrow, but like I said…I can understand why you did it. A part of me is still angry though-at you, at myself, just…as the world for putting us in this whole mess. But none of that matters." His eyes widened and his cheeks reddened as she gave him a deep, loving smile. "We're back together, so I'll forgive you this time. Am I clear?"

Flashing her a relieved smile, he squeezed her hand back. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good, now then, onto the real reason why I'm here." She withdrew her hand and reached into her purse. Akira's eyes lit up as he watched her pull out an all-too-familiar, heart-shaped box that was pushed his way. "Homemade chocolate, specially made with plenty of love and warmth."

His heart nearly exploded with joy as he reached over and took the red and brown-colored box, complete with a bow. "Homemade, with love and warmth, huh?" He teased.

"Of course! Not as a maid or anything, but from me personally." She affirmed.

With both hands on the box, he looked straight into the teacher's eyes and said, "Thank you, Sadayo."

Her cheeks reddened at his heartfelt words. "I know I've said it already, but…I'm glad you're okay, and I'm sorry I couldn't see you earlier."

"I am too…and I'm sorry too. I heard that the school's getting ready for graduations." He comforted.

"We are. Graduations and entrance ceremonies. We're doing it all without a solid principal and still fending off allegations. I'm ashamed to say I kind of threw myself into them because it kept me from driving myself insane worrying about you. But, I also…"

"I'm glad that you found something to take your mind off of me," He said. "I kind of tried to do the same while I was jailed. Anything to keep me from going crazy thinking about you too much." Leaning back, he briefly looked up at the ceiling. "Considering that we're here, together at last, I think we both made the right call." Upon looking back down, he noticed how her expression had turned sorrowful. "Sadayo?"

"Can I sit next to you?" She merely requested.

He immediately scooted to the side, allowing her to sit beside him. Akira relished having her so close to him again after their kiss. It also gave him a chance to more thoroughly examine the curtain of sorrow that had fallen over her.

She saved him the trouble and spoke its cause. "You're going back home next month, right?"

"…Yeah. My parents really want me back, and I…part of me wants to go see them." He admitted. It figured that's what was gnawing at her. Once the news had begun to make the rounds, it seemed everyone in his inner circle knew. Obviously, his girlfriend was taking it harder than most.

"That means that we won't be able to see each other at school anymore…or…anywhere around town." She gloomily deduced.

"Yes…but I will see you again." He replied in a quiet but firm tone as he faced her.

The curtain fell, being pulled off of each of its hinges until a ray of optimism shined on her face. "Yeah. As long as you're not going back to prison, I guess it's not that big a deal. We can beat this, just like how we've beaten everything else."

"Now you're talking." He grinned.

Her smile brightened. Sadayo reached out with her right hand and once more stroked his cheek. "Hey…something's different about you. It's not exactly your behavior, it's… Hmm, it's actually hard to describe. You just seem…I don't know, stronger than before, back when I first met you. Then again, maybe you were already strong then."

"I think it's the first one. This time in Tokyo…it's pushed me farther than I ever thought I could go. It has changed me." Akira affirmed. "I'd like to say I've been changed for the better."

"Me too." Sadayo echoed. "People can change, I know I certainly did." Her stroking sent waves of bliss rippling through Akira. He could sense something was coming, something…big. That feeling and anticipation remained as her stroking stopped. "My students are still important to me. I can and will fight for them. But now…I've got someone I'll do anything for. I've never felt like this for anyone before."

Hearing that made Akira's heart dance in joy, yet his body remained still. Excitement surged through him, yet he wanted to play along with his girlfriend for just a little while longer. He was enjoying himself. "Are you talking about…" he trailed off.

Her head fell onto his shoulder, his right arm affectionately wrapped around her waist. Everything had well and truly fallen back into its proper place.

"Hope he realizes how lucky he is." She finished in an affectionate voice that made Akira's heart exploded in jubilation. He turned to look at her, finding her brown eyes shimmering like luminous, inviting chocolate. Akira found his breathing growing heavier. "Let's stay like this, just a little while longer." She whispered.

"How would you feel about staying like this…all night?" Her smile grew sly, her right hand traveling up to his chest. It rested over his thumping heart. "Sadayo," he called as he began to lean in close.

"Stop." She suddenly said.

He did exactly that, confusion marring his face.

She broke away from him and opened the box of chocolates. His nose was immediately hit with the fresh, tantalizing smell of the homemade chocolate she'd made. Akira swerved his eyes to her, his heart slamming against the confines of his chest. The older woman smiled, knowing that he'd figured out what was on her mind.

"It's okay to be nervous." She cooed.

"I…guess I am, just a little. You're the first…you're my first real girlfriend, and this is the first Valentine's Day where I've…where I'm…" He sighed in near defeat. Rambling was something he tried not to do, but here he was. The fact that he was doing so simply affirmed that what he felt for Sadayo was special. Maybe more special than he could ever put into words.

Sadayo knew that well, and she didn't make him try to force his feelings into words. A lone chocolate was raised and half-put into her lips. Her intentions were clear.

Controlling his breathing, he leaned forward, biting on the other half. He broke it off without much struggle, chewing and swallowing it. Upon seeing the other half, he moved without hesitation. In grabbing at it, his lips brushed up against Sadayo's. The sweet taste of the chocolate combined with her lips…his whole body shuddered in ecstasy.

Akira pulled away, his eyes heavy as he stared at his brown-haired girlfriend. She smiled at him, a smile of lust, a smile of gratitude, a smile of erotic pride.

She reached down and broke off another piece of chocolate. "Do you want another one, Master?"

His lips curled into an amorous smile. "Hell yeah."

The sign worked, not that Akira or even Sadayo bothered to check. No knock at the door came, nothing to interrupt them as the latter loving "feed" the former her chocolate. The already delicious taste was bolstered by its delivery. Akira honestly couldn't think of a better way to eat chocolate.

Sadayo likewise could have never imagined that a Valentine's Day could be this amazing. As she'd told him, she'd never felt this way about anyone before. She'd seen it before though-in books, movies, and with her parents. The latter told her something, something that made her heart continuously flutter. Or rather, flutter more so than it already was.

By the end of their little meal, that fluttering that became more than she could endure, and she saw that the same likely went for Akira.

Chocolate smeared their cheeks and lips, and they took to cleaning it off in a way fitting for the occasion. It fed the erotic desire that had been steadily building up within them.

Neither of them could tell when that spark ignited into an outright flame. All they knew was that one minute they were kissing, and the next that they were groaning as they found their current position a little…cramped. Breaking apart, they looked around and realized they needed a little more room, and privacy.

"You go first. I'll meet you upstairs once I really finished closing." Akira spoke.

"Alright, but don't keep me waiting too long." She seductively warned. The teenager watched her go, noting how each creek of the wood made his heart pound in anticipation. That silent yet fierce pounding continued, even as he found himself alone in the café.

Akira looked around, noting how surreal it seemed that he was back here again. "I am a lucky guy." He openly declared.

As he'd done hundreds of times before, he finished closing up. Unlike before when he was making coffee, he felt no rush. It was almost like he was trudging through the darkness. After a long, hard track, his journey to the light was reaching its end. The final steps were taken as he finished up and ascended up the stairs to his bedroom.

His eyes fell upon the light, resting on his bed. She'd patiently waited for him, having removed her shoes and even her leggings, all without him being there to see. Her precious brown eyes looked up at him as he came into view.

Neither of them spoke, apparently unwilling to break the mystical silence that they'd stumbled into. They wanted to enjoy it for just a little while longer.

"I love you." Akira whispered as he rushed toward her. Once she came within reach, he threw his lips against hers. Sadayo immediately responded with enthusiasm, almost enough to rival his own. He could still taste the chocolate he'd passed along into her on her lips, and Akira was willing to bet that it was the same for her It gave them all the more reason to throw their all into the kiss, and keep it going for as long as they could. His arms moved to loop around Sadayo's waist as hers did the same to his neck. He pushed her done onto the bed, their kiss never breaking. It only broke when their need for air became overwhelming; even then, the pause was short. Akira eagerly descended upon his girlfriend's lips again, savoring the taste of her. She returned his kiss with the same zeal as she had earlier. Their bodies now parallel to each other, he instinctively began grinding against her.

A muffled moan reached his lips. He kept it muffled by further dominating the kiss. Sadayo responded with more joyous affection. Her hands reached up and gently stroked his black curls-it was one of her favorite things to do, and it was one of his favorite things to experience. Especially when they were having sex. Akira had learned to tell how eager his former maid based on how tightly she gripped his hair. Based on the grip she had on him now, she was very eager, practically his equal. As he kissed her, he let his mind wonder to how wet her panties must have been, especially as he grinded against her. If she wasn't wet before, he was certainly making sure she was presently.

His right hand broke from the loop on her waist and moved beneath her skirt. He was quite proud of how experienced he'd gotten in the "art" thanks to her. Akira was confident that Sadayo was proud of him as well; she'd given him so many opportunities to practice. When he broke away, he had a sly grin on his face. Sadayo's mouth opened as she let out a cute "aww~" as her pussy was probed through her panties. Her wet panties. The teenager fed that wetness as he continuously massaged her cunt through her undergarments. With their faces so close, he saw and heard every bit of the hot moans she made from his amorous stroking.

"A-Aki…ra…A-Akira~" The language arts teacher panted. Her face was practically a giant canvas of red, only broken up by the dark brown of her hair and eyes, the latter were half-closed. She struggled to keep them open, and thus on him. Despite the lustful haze rapidly consuming her, she was able to accurately track his gaze moving from her face to her left shoulder. Sadayo giggled. "Still think I look great?"

"Yes, I do." Akira responded with a hearty chuckle. She'd learned his habits well, just as he'd learned hers. Her sweater had no doubt kept her warm on the walk over here, and it did look great on her, but it kept him from planting sweet kisses on her neck and shoulder. In order to do that, the sweater was going to have to go, something that the brunette was quite aware of, and quite eager for. "You can look better though."

She sat up, maintaining a gentle hold of his head as she leaned close to him. Sadayo stopped short of connecting their lips, leaving Akira in a gluttonous limbo. Though he could easily close the gap, he knew that wasn't what Sadayo wanted; his girlfriend had something to say, and he was going to listen.

"Then let me show you, Aki-kun." Came her hot, lust-ridden declaration. It made Akira's member rage in his pants. That rage filtered up through his brain, and his limbs. He moved on instinct, grabbing at his teacher's waist and smashing his lips against hers. Sadayo moaned in loving recuperation of his actions. While she may have had a show planned for him, she was more than willing to wait just a little bit.

They separated, their lips red and their breathing labored. That kiss had felt like it'd taken so much out of them, yet it was still just the first start of their intimacy.

The couple quickly recovered their energy and engaged in a second kiss, albeit it was shorter than the previous one. With its end, Sadayo untangled herself from her teenage lover, who watched her with leering eyes. The look on his face excited her. It was a look that she'd learned to take pride in, even though she knew it was wrong. Regardless, Akira Kurusu wasn't her student, he was her boyfriend, hell, the love of her life. He deserved this, especially after everything he'd gone through in the past few months.

First to go was her sweater, revealing her almost entirely naked upper body. Unlike his, hers was entirely spotless. The scars she possessed were mental, but with the help of the man in front of her, they'd healed, and she'd came out of them stronger than ever. Strong enough that was willing to take a chance with him. That strength he'd given her, she used to aid him as best she could, and at times repay him for his kindness.

Feeling a raging fire in her cheeks and thunderstorm in her heart, Sadayo twirled around, giving Akira a view of her backside and her ass, still covered by her denim skirt. She could practically hear his heavy breathing and his own thundering heart as she pulled them down. Slowly at that, it was after all a golden show, just for him. Her skirt fell to the ground and she slid it to the side while spinning around.

"Well, Akira? What do you think?" She asked in a cute voice. It was her own, complete with a genuine smile, something she hadn't worn until he came into her life.

Akira sat atop the bed with an utterly dumbfounded look on his face. Her little smile turned into a downright smirk as she began to run her hands up her body. This kind of brazen seduction was something she only did once in a blue moon for him. Well, it was Valentine's Day. No time better than now to do it. So far, Sadayo couldn't be prouder of herself, and happy too. While she sensually stroked her body, her eyes drifted to the ever-growing bulge in his pants. She knew what it was with intimate knowledge that no one else knew of, not even the Phantom Thieves' own Dark Physician.

What began as one step became three, and then she was practically looming over the enigmatic thief. She reached down, stroking his erection through his pants. Akira jumped, his eyes going wide as they peered into hers. The torch of calmness was cared by her, even as she leaned down and connected their lips. Sadayo diligently stroked his member while maintaining the kiss, slowly dominating it. At some point, Akira realized control had slipped from him, but he didn't mind. His hands rose from the sheets to stroke her bare sides. Sadayo shuddered against his lips, feeling waves of ecstasy rippling through her. He was returning the favor.

Her withdrawal from his lips was temporary. Sadayo also pulled her hand away from his crouch, it once again returned to his neck. The brunette dropped herself into his lap, the black-haired youth eagerly encircling her waist with his arms again. Their lips met again, sensually grinding against one another as their bodies did the same. Unlike before, Sadayo was now barefoot of ninety-percent of her clothing, leaving her lover free to roam her exposed skin. His fingers stroked her heated flesh with his usual tenderness. Sadayo's hands moved through his hair, then onto his backside. She felt the continued poke of his member at her crouch.

"A-A-Ahhh~" The teen's hands moved to her ass, groping it with a sudden and heated grasp. Sadayo shook in his lap, especially as he went on to keep up his erotic actions. "A-Akiraaa~" She purred.

"Pink looks good on you." He whispered.

Getting herself under control, the brunette pulled away, and then gently pushed her lover down onto the bed. Akira had an up-close view of the bright pink bra that covered her breasts, which he'd laid claim to dozens of times in the last seven months. They matched the pink panties that covered her lower half; he was positive that like those before it, there was a fast-growing stain in the center of them. Akira's gray eyes drifted down to them as his girlfriend sat upright, panting in delight as he gawked at her. It was like he was seeing her in her undergarments for the first time. She gave a jubilant laugh as his eyes moved up, meeting hers, and then moved back down to her waist.

Amidst that laugh, the teacher shook her hips against her student's. He groaned in bliss, his erection raging even harder against his pants. How long could they contain it? How long could Akira himself contain the white-hot fire burning within his loins? It was a question that Sadayo had pondered many times, and an experiment that she'd taken up just as many. This time though, she decided to be a touch more direct with her beloved.

That was after he sat up, grabbing at her ass cheeks while he kissed her. Yet again, Sadayo welcomed the kiss, happily flicking her tongue against her black-haired student's. Their passion hadn't diminished in the slightest, especially since they were in one of their favorite positions. All that was wrong was the remainder of their clothing, namely much of Akira's. As the kiss broke, Sadayo moved her hands down to the bottom of his shirt. Panting, the teenager lifted his arms up in preparation; it made pulling off his shirt much easier. Once it was off, Sadayo fell back into a semi-recent habit of his.

Being a hopeless romantic, she was a sucker for a guy with a well-defined body. She wasn't into big muscles, and she didn't want a guy that was skinny as a toothpick. Akira was neither, but he blended the best of both, a lean, runner-like figure but with well-defined muscles that were always hidden by his clothing. Also hidden by his shirts and jackets were his scars. The scars of a boy-a man-who'd decided to take on the world's injustices. Of course, doing so came with sacrifices. Such a man wasn't the type she'd ever imagined she'd end up falling in love with, but here she was.

She'd gotten acquitted with his scars earlier, and she definitely got acquitted with them when he was hiding out at her house. Sadayo would always sneak glances at Akira's unclothed upper body whenever she got to the chance to. He always knew she was watching, and he always relished in her silent gawking. Then that relish turned into his soothing of her anxiety. Teenagers weren't supposed to be covered in scars like him, not unless they were growing up in a warzone or in a horrid home. In a sense though, Akira waded into the former, day after day. While it was always for the good of the weak and helpless, Sadayo couldn't help bemoan why it had to be him. Why did her Akira have to endure so much pain?

Her subconscious stroking of his scars was interrupted by his tender grasp, it also brought her out of her internal musing. Gasping, she looked into his eyes. "S-S-Sorry." She whispered.

Akira shook his head. "I never asked you to stop, Sadayo. I never will." Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around her, squishing their chests together. While she still had her bra on, she still had quite a bit of exposed skin. That skin pleasurably pressed against his naked abdomen. Her hands wrapped around his backside, finding the scars that lay there. Just like those on the front, she knew them by heart. "After Maruki, I promise you, there won't be any more scars, Sadayo." The black-haired youth whispered to her. As he spoke, he tightened his hold on her just a touch, it was a reassuring squeeze that further soothed the anxiety in her.

Whenever he went off to do his "job" as a Phantom Thief of Heart, she worried about him. It was impossible not to considering the danger he always put himself in. All of it was so heavily contextualized when she saw the "merging" of Mementos and the real world. Then there was her seeing Maruki's Palace with her own two eyes. It was the first Palace she'd ever seen; by Akira's own admission, he wanted it to be the only Palace she'd ever see. The dangers that lay within, even though the Palace's owner was perhaps one of the kindest and goofiest men she'd ever met. It was so surreal to picture that he had the same power as her beloved, and that like the Palace Rulers before him, he'd came dangerously close to killing Akira.

Like with her, there were no physical scars, but mental ones were a different story.

"Thank you, Akira." She whispered to him. Though seemingly another one of the many she'd given him this evening, she could see his heart still swelled with joy at the words. "But if you do…just…promise me you'll come back like you always do." His eyes widened as he pulled away and looked at her. "Hey, I know you. Even without your powers, you'll still fight the good fight. That's who you are, Akira, and that's one of the reasons why I love you."

His hand sat upon hers as she caressed his right cheek. "You're…you're absolutely amazing, Sadayo. An amazing woman that I swear I'll always come back to."

The kiss began as slow and tender. Neither of them were ever get tired of these heartfelt confirmations, no matter how numerous they were. As far as the teacher and student were concerned, they were just an ordinary part of their relationship, or at least their relationship. After all, theirs was certainly a bit abnormal, but what was normal was the love they shared-two people who gave their hearts to one another. That mutual exchange eventually turned the tender kiss more erotic.

At its end, Akira swiftly moved down to her left side neck. Finally, he could pelt it with tender kisses as he always did. It made the scantily clad woman moan in ecstasy. Her moan grew louder as her loins were thrusted against by Akira's own. Despite the rapidly-growing haze, she managed to focus. Moving her hands back to his shoulders, Sadayo gently pushed her boyfriend down. He could have risen again, but his self-control held out. Even as she reached behind her back and undid the clip of her bra. The light pink article of clothing was tossed to the side of the bed, joining the scattered pile of the rest of her clothes.

Akira's hold on her waist tightened. He was channeling the amorous fire born from seeing her now freed breads elsewhere instead of acting on them. Sadayo could see he wanted to, though. The hunger in his eyes, the watering of his lips as he looked between her tits and her face. Smiling, Sadayo reached to the back of his head and pushed him forward.

"Aaaaahhh~ Oooohhh~" Lewdly moaned the brunette. The tender touch of his lips against her tits, it was like being struck by lightning. The plethora of bolts continued as he dragged his tongue across her right tit. "That's it, yessss~"

"Your fingers can only do so much." The black-haired youth chuckled as he pulled away. His gray eyes swerved up, catching the embarrassed nod that validated his statement. It stung at him that in a couple of months, they'd be separated and she'd have to substantiate herself on self-pleasure, just like him. It made him all the more motivated to make this moment special.

Granted, Sadayo wanted to do that as well, and she had her own plans. Her right hand sat atop his head as he suckled her right tit. Slowly but surely, she pulled him away; she actually enjoyed the sudden transition from the warmth of his mouth to the coldness of the open air. She looked from her saliva-coated nipple to her boyfriend's mouth, then his eyes. He was fighting keep himself held back-he'd wanted to taste the rest of her body as much as he had her lips.

Smiling, she returned the favor from mere moments ago. The knife-user let out a sensual groan as his left side shoulder was assailed by hot kisses. Sadayo's barrage was slow and methodical as she knew exactly where to kiss him to get the best reaction. She was extremely proud of such amorous knowledge, just as Akira held the same knowledge and feelings himself regarding her.

"Sadayo~" He whispered, undoubtedly having already figured out what she planned on doing. Akira's eyes briefly remained trained on the ceiling, then he moved down. The tent in-between his legs had yet to shrink. Were it not for the tough material of his jeans, it'd have burst completely. Even that toughness was tested as his girlfriend moved her hand to the sides of it and began stroking. "Aaaahh~!" Roared the sixteen-year-old. "S-S-Sadayo, p-please, I-I…don't know how much longer I can wait."

"Hmmm, I hope you've prepared some nice white chocolate for me then. I love having it on a day like today, Aki-kun." Cooed the brunette beauty.

Lying back, he shut his eyes and simply waited. It was a long, strange couple of seconds. His ears rung with the sound of his belt being undone followed by his pants zipper. Akira dimly opened them as he felt cool air caressing his exposed penis. That lasted for only a few seconds-something hot and wet struck the side of his member, then proceeded to drag itself upward. Akira's back arched as his member came under concentrated assault by his girlfriend's tongue. Like with the rest of his body, she knew just where to strike to give him the maximum amount of pleasure. That's what she was giving him, and it was feeding the orgasmic burst that had already been accumulating within him for the last several minutes.

"A-Ahh~! Aaah~!" His control faltered. Luckily, Sadayo got the cue from his sudden shout and moved her mouth into position above his member. From his tip shot several spurts of cum. The brunette happily caught them in her mouth, which she fastened onto his tip a heartbeat later. "Naaaaahhh~! S-S-Sadayo~! Aaaah, Sadayooooo~!"

She was blowing him in earnest. Her tongue raced up and down his length, savoring it like a lollipop, one that she'd been dying to get a hold of for a while. That's practically what his cock was to her, and Akira thought the same of Sadayo's lips. He'd been dying to feel them against his own, and definitely feel them against his cock. Seconds after she'd started, Akira started moving his hips, thrusting his member in and out of his lover's mouth. She let out a lewd, affectionate moan, kicking up her suckling of his member in response.

A long, amorous groan burst from the curly-haired teenager's lips. It echoed across his room, maybe even reaching down into the café below. That groan was replaced by another, and then another, each one seemingly rising in volume.

God…I guess it's true. Once you know what a woman's touch feels like, you…can't get enough of it! The hold on his sheets alternated between tight and loose, but his hips never broke their stride. In addition to that, Sadayo never lost hers either. Now that she'd started, she wasn't stopping, not until she'd gotten that white chocolate that she'd so viciously hungered for. Not to mention she gave her boyfriend the ecstasy that she knew he'd been longing for.

Damn, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear he'd gotten bigger. When she woke up this morning, she took solace in the fact that they'd eventually get here. They were both free and had the opportunity to get together, even spend the night together. With that assertion she definitely knew they'd be getting intimate, it was something that Sadayo had looked forward to from the depths of her heart. So far, there'd been no disappointments, not from her end and certainly not from Akira's. She moaned in satisfaction with each thrust of his hips. She felt her mouth quickly refamiliarizing itself with the size and thickness of his girth. The more she did, the more addicted to his member she became, again.

Akira's thunderous yell shook the room as he thrusted his hips upward, deepthroating his teacher. She gave a muffled moan of appreciation of his actions, eagerly suckling his cock as it drove itself deep into her throat. Her body shook with ecstasy that continued indefinitely as the teen kept on rocking his hips against her mouth. They intensified as she felt his hand grab her own dark brown curls.

Following a powerful, near orgasm-inducing thrust, the two lovers locked eyes with each other. Akira's were frenzied, yet Sadayo's retained an air of calmness to them. It was amazing, but one could say given their ages it might have been expected. Regardless, the couple held a silent exchange with their mutual stare down.

Akira removed his hand from his girlfriend's head, somewhat reluctantly though. Just like her, he enjoyed running his hands through her beautiful curls. He leaned back and moaned as his cock was temporarily freed from her mouth. The enigmatic teen's eyes saw the saliva-coated tip of his coat standing strong, like a lone mountain above a sea of chaos. Then came the touch of a higher power, a goddess even, sandwiching it in its embrace.

"AAAHH~! S-SADAYO~!" Shouted the black-haired teenager, his back arching upward. It shoved his member straight up the tight valley of his girlfriend's twin mounds. He howled louder as those mounds squeezed his member, intensifying the ecstasy. "SADAYOOO~!"

"Missed this too, didn't you? Having my tits wrapped around your cock?" She jokingly questioned.

"Yes." He growled, gripping the sheets so much he could feel his knuckles on the verge of turning white. "Yes, I missed this so much!" Akira repeated with another yell. "I missed everything about you-your mouth, your eyes, your hair, your hands, your pussy, your breasts!"

He looked down for only a moment, once again locking eyes with her. The woman who'd became a guiding light to the teachers and her fellow teachers at Shujin was a seductress. His personal seductress, his woman.

"Becky missed you too, Master. Especially your dick." She whispered in her maid voice, then ran her tongue across the tip of his cock while squeezing it.

It was the knockout punch, a featherweight knockout punch. Akira squeezed his eyes shout and roared, his member shooting white semen straight up. He just barely felt Sadayo's quick movements, her mouth hovering over his tip. His juices splashed against the roof of her mouth, then quickly rushed down her throat as she gulped down the literal loads he blasted into her. Helping him along was the continued pillowing of his cock. The soft warmth of her breasts pressing so tightly against his member, her wet and smoldering mouth on his tip, even his impressive willpower couldn't stand up to that. He roared in sexual release as his orgasm played out at the mouth and chest of his girlfriend.

Through teary eyes, he looked down and saw her, so affectionately pillowing and sucking him. Even when she pulled away and became doused with his juices, she looked beautiful. Radiant even.

Flashes of all their previous times together rushed through his mind. Never once did he think that those times would be all that they'd have together, and he was right. They'd found their way back to each other, back to one another's sensual embrace.

The echoes of the teenager's voice faded as his orgasmic screams died down. He hit the bed, slightly rocking it. His heavy breathing caused his chest to rise and fall in steady rhythms. It was a lovely sight to the brunette still fastened to his waist. Even with her face and chest doused with cum, she was still blowing him, licking up the leftover cum. Akira watched the sight with a lazy smile. He reached down and affectionately stroked the type of her head, making the older woman giggle in affection. Oh yeah, they were both loving this.

At some point, she licked him clean, though her own amorous filth remained. Akira saw the second half of his golden show, it getting his member hard and ready for another round. He eventually sat up, his breathing growing heavy as he watched his girlfriend lick herself clean of his cum. He chuckled reminiscing how she once told him he was like a cat, and he fired back so was she. The comparison shined through as she cleaned herself of his cum, and making a show of it at that. A show just for him. Once she was finished, he made his move.

They fell back onto the bed, their lips locked and their bodies grinding against one another. A mangled mass of limbs, they rolled a little across the bed. Though still high on euphoria, they had enough self-awareness not to roll too far to one side, least they end up nursing some sore arms and backs. They left them to roll to another side, brushing up against the wall. Like a ball, they bounced back to the center.

Akira pushed himself upward, looming over his girlfriend like a wildcat. She reached up and gingerly caressed his face. "Thank you, Akira, and I hope you enjoyed that." Came her near fairy-like voice.

"I can't tell you how much I did, Sadayo." Came his equally ethereal response. After a mutual chuckle, he leaned down and pressed their lips together. The kiss was chaste but sweet. "Now then," he began, his eyes taking on a predatory glint to go with his position.

"I'm all yours." He caught the eagerness in her voice, an eagerness that had always been visible just beneath the surface all afternoon.

He went for another kiss, this one fierce and near possessive. Sadayo recuperated it with her inner yearnings. At the end of it was a near feral growl that was met with an affectionate purr. One could say they really were cats, wildcats who'd been separated from each other for far too long. Their separation was at an end, and their mating was long overdue.

Previously, he'd left his mark on her left shoulder, this time he started with her right. He got more of those sweet moans and whines from his brunette lover. They grew as Akira moved down, quickly reaching her right side breast. With tender ferocity, he bit at it; this time, it was the teacher who arched her back upward. Both her hands shot to his head, wrapping around it. Deciding he might as well play along; he threw his full force into suckling the woman's right tit. As he bit and licked, the brunette's cries grew louder, the sweet chorus filling Akira with lewd pride. While he used his mouth to pleasure her right tit, he used his own right hand to stimulate her left one. Sadayo practically latched onto her boyfriend, tightening her hold on him with each passing second.

Akira actually enjoyed the squeeze of his girlfriend's arms, but he broke it so he could switch to her left tit. With refined practice, he used his mouth on the left while using his hands to keep the pleasuring of her right tit going. The teacher threw her head back against the pillow and moaned in joy. Rather than wrap her arms around him again, Sadayo shot her arms out to the side of the bed, clenching at them. As tight as her grip was, she knew it would be nothing when he went lower. Speaking of lower, Sadayo may not have been using her hands, but her legs were certainly moving. They periodically shot up as she felt jolt after jolt of ecstasy emanating from her chest. Only when her boyfriend pulled away from her chest did her legs finally stop kicking; even then, she knew it was just a temporary rest. They'd no doubt be kicking upward in just a few minutes.

Ironically, their next movements were slow. Akira groped both of her marked tits as he leaned forward and kissed her. She lifted her arms up and tenderly stroked his backside, even as the kiss grew more passionate. They eventually drifted to his head, holding it in a loving embrace, even as he pulled away from her. Sadayo wrestled with pulling him back in for another kiss; her decision was made seeing his amorous smile. Giggling, she did exactly that, beginning a second kiss. With it came a hardened squeeze that left her affectionately moaning into her boyfriend's mouth. That groping was undoubtedly the reason why one kiss became two, and two became three.

Akira sat atop her when that third kiss ended, his eyes still holding that ravenous glint in them. Sadayo's eyes held a similar light. She'd honestly wouldn't have minded another make out session, and she was certain Akira wouldn't either. Alas, he had other plans.

Sadayo could feel the excitement pumping through her as she lifted her legs up so he could remove her undies. His earlier fingering had poked a hole in the dam, and everything they'd done since had simply bore more holes in it. With a single swipe of his hands, the dam was completely blown away.

Sadayo sat up, watching how Akira seized up her wet cunt like it was another meal, a full-cooked, mouth-watering meal. It made her feel proud, and it made her feel happy. She'd dreamed of experiencing this, only to wakeup and realize it had been a dream. He'd never be in-between her legs-most importantly-in her arms again. Just as he'd done, she reached down and stroked his dark curls. He breathed out and gazed up at her, his face melting into a heartfelt smile.

Still wearing that smile, he went down on her pussy. His first lick made her back arch, and Sadayo stayed that way as the licks came in fast and furious, just what she wanted. Eventually, her back hit the mattress, occasionally rising as Akira's tongue shot into her moist snatch and flicked against her folds. "Aaaahhhh~ Aaaaahhh~" She moaned as the waves of ecstasy literally rolled in, one after another. "Yes, God, yes. J-J-Just like…that."

There were so many things about this he missed-the warmth of Sadayo's hips, their constant shaking, the ethereal cry of her voice, and finally the delicious taste of her pussy. After several teasing licks, he got serious and injected his tongue into her womanly canal. Her vaginal walls immediately squeezed it, proclaiming the eagerness as much as her voice did. Akira pressed deeper, marking her inner walls with his saliva. As he did so, he gently massaged his girlfriend's thighs. The soft moves made her hips continuously jerk, her legs occasionally kicking up, just as she'd predicted they would when he got down to her womanly silt.

"Akira, ohhhhh~ Yes, yes~! Deeper~! Go deeper, please!" Cried the brunette beauty. She immediately got her wish. Akira's devouring of her pussy sent greater waves of ecstasy smashing through her being, right down to her soul. It was another cause of absence making the experience all the better. "Akiraaaaahhhh~!" The teacher yelled again. He was in deep now, and her restraint was fast fraying. "God, YES~!" her legs wrapped around his head, locking it in.

The leglock was another thing that Akira genuinely missed. Sadayo may have had some trouble thinking herself beautiful but to Akira, she was. Her body was perfect, and that especially went for her legs, legs that he spent countless hours, days even staring at. He'd been so happy when he was finally able to stroke and kiss them to his heart's content. Then came having those sensually legs wrapped around his head in moments like this. The erotic pressure of the leglock pushed him to go deeper and harder against Sadayo's cunt. Within seconds he found her center and eagerly jabbed and lashed at it, again and again. Each blow caused his girlfriend's hold to tighten.

While his head was squeezed, his hands did their usual thing, which was stroking his girlfriend's hips. It was a cute gesture that also gave the brunette a small boost in ecstasy. He couldn't see Sadayo's face, but he knew it was an absolute stunning portrait of bliss. Akira liked to think it was so magnificent, it'd have even made Yusuke look away in jealously.

As seconds turned to minutes, the hold tightened, a sign that his brown-haired lover was reaching the end of her rope. Akira honestly had no idea how long it'd been since he'd started eating her out, but every moment of it had been nothing but pure bliss, for him and Sadayo. Her back arched and her voice evolved into a thunderous yell that shook his room. Hearing it made him stab at her core with his tongue, and his fingers. Their addition was sudden and without warning, and they helped drive Sadayo over the edge. His name boomed from her voice repeatedly, each cry growing louder and louder.

The loudest came as he felt the sweet, delicious squeezing of her vaginal lips. Akira had basked in the pressure as his ears rung with the cry of his name.

"AKIRA~!"

He opened wide and took in the delicious, creamy nectar that burst into his mouth. As the waves poured down his throat, Akira felt more reinvigorated than he had when he was let out of juvenile detention. It seemed like he'd been running toward the orgasming woman ever since that first step. She had been his destination, and so too had this enchanted moment.

"Akira~! Akira~! Aki…Aki…my…my…my Aki." Whispered the teacher. Fingers could only ever do so much, and she was reminded of that as her boyfriend lapped up her gushing juices. She felt the occasional flick of his tongue against her twitching folds. The sweet bliss of an orgasm generated by her student-lover, there was nothing in the world that could compare to it. As Sadayo dimly stared up at the ceiling, she silently questioned how she ever thought anything better could exist. "My…Aki-Kun. Aaaaahhh~!" He was listening to her, as evident by the powerful, invigorating jabs into her pussy, curtsy of his fingers. "Aaaaaahhhh~!" A new orgasm rocked her, further shattering her existence into thousands of shards to be slowly pieced back together.

Amidst that piecing together, she found the energy to lift her head up. It's…so hard to believe that we're teacher and student. Or at least, that's all we're supposed to be. Before she knew it, she was sitting up at the waist. How long had it been? Had her energy really came back that fast? Sadayo didn't know and she didn't care. Reaching down, she affectionately stroked her lover's black locks. It got him to rise up from the busted dam of her pussy. She giggled at the sight of his utterly cum-smeared face.

Her heart fluttered at the wide grin on his face. "Absolutely delicious."

Even if the phrase was repeated, it was no less heartfelt, and that made Sadayo's heart swell with joy. Getting an idea, she reached forward and scooped up the cum with her fingers. As she expected of him, Akira caught on immediately. He took hold of her hands and began licking up her love nectar from her hands. It was a sweet, sensual act that made for a good way to pass the time as they readied themselves for the final stretch of their embrace. Hell, this little act was getting them both aroused for that very moment.

It was heralded by Akira leisurely sucking off each of her fingers, one by one. By the time he was finished, they were totally clean, save for the residual saliva he'd left behind on them. The last one left was her pinky, which he took special care of. Feeling whimsical, she held her right pinky out. He answered her beckoning call by looping his around it.

"Thank you, for keeping your promise, Akira." She lovingly whispered.

"I told you, I'd be the boyfriend that you deserve." He affectionately replied.

"And you seemed to think that was the greatest guy in the world. All just for me." She felt his left hand rising, smoothly running through her hair. "My Akira." She called seconds before her head was pushed forward. The kiss was gentle and loving, perfectly symbolic of their exchange. During it, their pinkies untangled, and their arms found their way around each other. Sadayo eventually felt her back hitting the bed. It was then that she broke the kiss. "Ahhhh~"

He groaned at the rubbing of his dick against her cunt. "I can't wait any longer, baby."

"And neither can I." She replied while spreading her legs out. Despite the lingering aftermath of her previous orgasm, Sadayo still felt supercharged. She wasn't done yet, and neither was he. "I've been waiting for this."

"And so have I, Sadayo." The second he thrusted his member into her, Akira was hit by another wave of relief, joy, and pure ecstasy. "Aaaaaahhh~" he sighed at the wondrous feeling. "You're still as tight as ever, baby."

"A-A-And…y-you're still…j-j-just as big." The brunette whimpered. Her face was one of pure bliss as her hands clawed at his backside.

Grinning, Akira gave her the first thrust-her mouth flew open in an erotic howl. "Just how you like it, Sadayo."

"Y-Yes." She confessed.

"You missed my dick." He baited, giving her slow, vigorous thrusts.

"Yes!" Sadayo shouted. Each thrust was like the force of a hammer, the vibrations reverberating throughout her body. They coaxed the truth out of her. "Yes, I missed your cock, Akira!"

"Only mine!" he yelled.

"Only yours!" The older woman obediently repeated. Her seemingly show of submission was contrasted by her locked her legs around his waist, her right hand grasping at the back of his head. Akira groaned as he felt her give him pushback. Her walls tightly compressed on his dick. "And only me…for you."

"Yes." He hissed with absolute devotion. "Only you, Sadayo. Only your pussy, only your lips, your body! They're all I want!"

They were both thrusting against each other, slowly progressing from chaos to harmony. Even as they viciously kissed each other. Their joined bodies quickly became coated in sweat that rolled down their bodies. Their exposed necks became doted with hickeys when their lips broke from each other.

"Aaaaaahhh~! Ooooohhhh~!" Cried the older of the pair. "Akiraaaaa~!"

"Feels amazing, doesn't it!" Shouted the teenager.

"GOD, YES~!" Amazing didn't seem to be enough. No words were descriptive enough to describe what it felt like to have his member continuously pounding away at her. The acceleration seemed to have came from out of nowhere, not that Sadayo was complaining in the slightest. "MORE, AKIRA~! MOOOOORE!" she wailed.

"HERE IT COMES, SADAYO!" After several quick, fulfilling thrusts, he pulled back, and then drove his dick straight into her. Sadayo's back arched and her voice went wide, potentially reaching every corner of the building. Likewise, his rapid-moving member was filling up every inch of her vaginal canal, while also being squeezed by it. Akira relished the sensual pressure as it bore down on him with each passing second. He met it with equal or even greater force with his thrusts. The second he'd entered her, the memories of their previous intimacies rushed into him, telling him what to do. Not that he'd ever forgotten. Nestled deep in the core of his heart and mind had been the promise to make it back to the woman he was currently pounding, to do what he was currently doing-make her feel like the most cherished woman in the world.

As her world was rocked by her boyfriend's massive girth, Sadayo's hands had gone to freely roaming his backside. They couldn't sit still for any longer than a few seconds, just as how her body was incapable of remaining still. Granted, that was because of the eight-inch dick reminding her what it felt like to be fucked. She hadn't known how much she missed it until Akira shoved his penis into her. Sadayo couldn't help but howl and scream in erotic bliss, every thrust felt like it'd be the one to push her into orgasming; she was frankly happy known of them did as she didn't want this to end. One smoldering kiss later and she was sure Akira didn't either.

At the end of that kiss, he lifted his head up, reared his hips back, and then rammed his cock deep into her. Sadayo's eyes slammed shut as she let out another earth-shaking howl. He'd hit her G-Spot. One howl became many, just as one hit became ten in the blink of an eye. The brunette felt numerous tears building in her eyes as her core was battered again and again by her lover's mast. Amazingly, she was able to look up and get a clear view of the golden object dangling from his neck through it all. It made her eyes widen.

Throughout all their fucking for the night, their rings had stayed on, and that went for even known. She absent-mindedly reached up and caressed the precious gold band.

The brunette gasped when she felt a strong but loving hand clasp around it. Her eyes darted up to see Akira, lovingly staring back at her. He was still maintaining his hammering of her cunt, but he was carving out enough attention to share in the moment with her. She couldn't help but smile at him. With a gentle tug she pulled him down. In contrast to the slamming of their hips, the kiss they had was soft as a feather. At its end, Sadayo laid back and loosely looped her arms around her boyfriend's neck. She saw how his eyes went to the ring that hung on her neck.

In the eyes of the knife-using teen, there was nothing more erotic than seeing his girlfriend's ring bouncing atop her chest, her exposed, sweaty chest. He only had a second to admire the sight before his lady love's voice called out to him.

"Cumming," Despite already knowing what she met, he still looked straight up at her. "I'm…ready, Akira." She whispered to him with a teary smile.

Laughing, he leaned down and placed a short, chaste kiss on her lips. "And so am I, Sadayo." Her arms tightened around his neck while his looped around her waist. His hips reared back, and then rushed forward with the force of star.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH~!"

It was a mutual scream of orgasmic passion, one that hung in the air like the afterglow of a supernova. The explosion ripped through both of them, saturating their mind and bodies with amorous heat. Miraculously, it grew as their bodies made instinctive thrusts against each other, prolonging the shared orgasm. Thick ropes of semen were blasted into the teacher's accepting womb. Within seconds she was overflowing with her student lover's juices, yet she still felt a hunger for more. Luckily, her black-haired boyfriend was more than willing to provide for her. Their lips eventually broke off, hers letting out a long, sensual moan of bliss as she was further filled up.

Akira could barely tell when he ran dry. He'd fallen into a subconscious daze of thrusting and kissing the woman beneath him. Her loving fingers clawed at his backside, their grip strengthening as he blasted thick loads of his essence into her until he had nothing left. For the time being. Even as he stopped, he knew deep within himself that he still had more left in him. That was affirmed as he sat up and gazed down at the orgasmic face of his girlfriend.

Cheeks red, her lips pink lips parted, and tears of bliss rolling from her eyes, he wanted nothing more than to make that expression on Sadayo Kawakami's face last a bit longer. The more he looked at it, the quicker he felt his strength returning to him.

He gasped feeling the rub of one of her legs against his waist. "Still up for more?" Came the teacher's silken voice.

"Heh, yeah. We can take a little break if you want. No need to rush, Sadayo." He spoke.

"Just…give me a minute, give me a minute to enjoy this." He met her half-way as she sat up. Their arms wrapped around one another as they turned to their sides. It was much more comfortable for the two of them. Akira pulled away allowing an overflow of juices to pour from Sadayo's clit. "Aaahh…" she found herself moaning at the loss of its presence, and the sudden release of all the built-up juices within her. "Damn…that was some drought."

"I'm sorry I left you thirsty for so long." He whispered with a kiss to the crown of her head.

"Ugh, I'm not looking forward to going through it again…but I can endure it for moments like this." She replied with affection.

They held each other for what felt like several minutes. Neither of them bothered to get up and look at a clock. Time was passing, but they had the whole of the night to each other, and that was all that mattered. The pair gently stroked one another's bodies, wiping away lingering beads of sweat. Their lips occasionally found each other, and dotted the other's bodies. It all led to a long, passionate kiss that heralded the start of their next rump.

Sadayo sat on all fours, Akira behind her. As cool as he tried to be, he couldn't deny that he loved taking her like this. Maybe it was inevitable since he tended to like being a dom…and his older lover actually enjoyed being his sub. Their previous role as master and maid might have played a part in growing those urges, and the same went for their conflicting roles as student and teacher. The power reversal was such a trip for the two of them, even if Sadayo was reluctant to admit it most of the time.

There wasn't a trance of reluctance in her now, especially as she called out to him. "Take me in the ass, Akira."

The words froze the teenager in his tracks. "H-H-Huh? Huh?!"

When she looked back at him, her face was calm despite the raging inferno in her cheeks. "My anal virginity…I'm giving it to you, Akira. It's Valentine's Day, our first as a couple, our first time since you got out and…I…I really want it to be special. I want you to know how special you are to me."

His member was twitching in nonstop excitement as he leaned over to her. It was a fight not to simply kiss her there. His husky voice did do the trick in getting her excited though. "Sadayo, are you absolutely sure about this? I won't do it if you don't want it."

Her right arm looped around his neck. "I've thought about it, I've thought it since February started. Really I…I think so much about the two of us I've realized I don't want anyone else touching me except for you, and I want you to have all of me. Or at least…what else I can give-" The silencing kiss was sudden and intense, but loving. Their bodies slumped down, his lying atop of hers. "Aki-kun."

"Do you want it?" He repeated in a calm, direct tone.

She stroked his hair. "Yes, Aki-kun, I do." Came her equally calm and affirming answer.

The teenager sat upright while his lover raised her ass, seductively shaking it for him. He was already hard and rearing to go, but the sight made it near impossible for him to restrain himself for even a second longer. Akira took one last deep breath as he grabbed his dick, angling it straight at his girlfriend's backdoor. He would have been lying if he didn't admit to having thought about this.

One day, perhaps when he was older. One day perhaps when they'd been dating longer. That day was today, and he decided he wouldn't miss it.

"OOOOOOHHHHH!"

"GAAAAAHHH! T-T-TIGHT, S-S-SADAYO, YOUR ASS IS AS TIGHT AS YOUR PUSSY!"

"G-G-GOD, OH GOD, W-W-WERE YOU…ALWAYS THIS BIG!"

He was swift and direct, and big, so very big. It was indeed a whole new experience getting a cock shoved up her asshole. Sadayo was completely blown away…and then she found herself enjoying it. Little over a minute after Akira had entered her, she found herself rocking her hips against his, sliding his dick in and out of her anal walls. Getting the hint, Akira threw himself into the fucking too.

"AAAAAHHHH~! HAAAAAHHH~!"

"AAAARRRRAAAAAHHH!"

"HYAAAAAAAHHH~! AKIRAAAAA~!"

"THIS…THIS FEELS…SADAYO…I…I LOVE YOUR ASS! I LOVE IT!"

It felt good hearing that, and feeling the validity of his words. A part of her honestly couldn't believe she was doing this, and with one of her students of all people, but Sadayo found that shame to be a fleeting thing. Clenching at the sheets, she raised herself up and looked back. She didn't see one of her students, she saw a man, a man that had cared for her, protected her, and loved her. In turn, she'd came to love him back. She wanted him to have all of her, now he had.

"A-Akira…AKIRA~!"

Her asshole was already squeezing his dick. The enigmatic Joker knew near immediately that it wouldn't be long before he came. His girlfriend's asshole was as tight and inviting as her pussy. She gave it to me…her…ass. Her pussy. Her mouth…her body…her everything. Sadayo…Sadayo~!

The body shook anew as the couple reached a new level of lewdness, their voices once again shaking the room and even the entire building. Flesh smacked against flesh, this time the Phantom Thief's masculine blade finding a new sheath in the former maid. It was a warm, inviting sheath that he would look forward to using in the future, along with the other two.

They were his, his alone.

"Sadayo~! SADAYO~!" he roared grabbing her hips. New droplets of sweat formed across her body as he continued to rail into her from behind. "SADAYO KAWAKAMI,"

"I…BELONG…TO YOU, AKIRA~! ALL OF ME!"

"IS MINE~!" He finished while pulling back, then ramming his member deep into her anal canal. Before he'd even reached the end of it, he came, shooting thick bursts of semen into her asshole. Her own walls collapsed into orgasmic bliss as his girth pushed its way forward. All the cum made it incredibly easy to push forward. That in turn caused Sadayo herself to lurch forward, her hands grasping at the bedsheets as she screamed his name. It's what also fueled his next two thrusts, further coloring the brunette's bottom in his essence. As he'd proclaimed, it was also the finishing touch of his claiming of her as his woman.

Akira held her against him as they both collapsed back into the bed, sweaty and reeking of sex. The brunette lifted her arms up and wrapped them around his neck. He seized on the mount and began kissing her, furthering his dominion over her, not that she minded.

"That was…I can't describe it." She said in a hushed whisper. "Hehe, I guess after all that, I really am all yours, Akira."

"Isn't that what you wanted, Sadayo?" He slightly asked.

"Yes," she affirmed. "It was." And then they went right back to kissing each other. That one kiss began a new series of kisses, and groping. Sadayo shivered as her boyfriend's hands moved throughout her naked chest and abdomen. His cock still lay impaled in her ass, occasionally firing off small spurts of cum. Those small shots made her shiver. "A-A-Akira, I-I can still-"

The words she managed to get out were enough. She was flipped onto her stomach; Sadayo immediately gripped the sheets, even as she felt the withdrawal of her lover's cock in her asshole. A heartbeat later and she felt the soaked pole inserting itself into her pussy. It was a wonderful feeling that she voiced with a sensual moan.

Turning her head back, she saw him, practically right on top of her. She also felt his hands atop of hers, gripping them with such loving intensity. "One more," he whispered to her with bated breathed.

As best she could, she worked her vaginal muscles to squeeze his cock. She got a sudden thrust in response. It almost drained her of her ability to speak, almost. "Hell yeah." The older woman answered with a lewd smile.

Flashing one of his own, the teenager began working his hips while smashing their lips together. It wasn't long before his bedroom was once again rumbling with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and voices screaming out in utter bliss.

Akira awoke to sweet darkness, his nose immediately picking up the residual smell of sweat while his ears registered the gentle breathing of another. He calmly looked over and found his teacher-turned-lover lying in his arms, just as content as she had been when they were last awake. Though he didn't mean to, his own awakening stirred hers.

"Sorry to wake you." He said.

"Don't be, besides…I think there still might be some time left for an actual dinner." She responded.

He kissed her atop the head. "My treat to you. I wasn't able to get you anything for Valentine's Day, so let me make it up to you."

The Shujin teachers moved atop of her student, straddling him. Akira's silence was partially induced by the erotic sight of her naked form sitting atop of his. It was getting him hard again, something that Sadayo was quite aware of. Regardless, she focused on him.

"You accepted my love, Akira. That's all the Valentine's Day gift that I need." She declared with a smile.

Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around her, connecting their foreheads. "And you waited for me, and stuck by me through all the hell that I put you through."

She shook her head. "Akira, you're the one who pulled me out of hell, and showed me what heaven looked like, even if it was forbidden. Heheh, my dear Akira, my own personal dark angel."

He burst into laughter. "You know, I think I like that nickname, but please don't stop using the other one."

A long and tender kiss ensued. "Cook me a nice meal and we'll see about that."

They'd get around to the dinner…eventually. Oh, and dessert too, which Sadayo vowed she would take care of. Based on the delicious Valentine's Day chocolate she'd served him, Akira could hardly wait. Likewise, he could hardly wait for next year's Valentine's Day. He promised himself that he'd have a gift waiting for her just as she had, and would again, for him.

His former maid, his teacher…the woman he loved and was loved by. The woman who made him feel like the luckiest man alive.

Fin

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It felt good being able to add another story to the list for my favorite P5 couple. I'm actually a little surprised that we still haven't heard anything about Persona 6 by now, but here's hoping this year we'll get some news. In the meantime, I'm more than happy to keep on writing for my favorite characters. That certainly goes for our favorite Phantom Thief and the lovely (older) ladies that he meets in the big city, of them all, Sadayo is still my favorite.

For those of you wondering or even worried, after this, I'm finally going to be getting back to writing "Not What You Were Expecting". I put it on break for a little bit, but the next chapter should be up sometime either this month or next month. I toyed with throwing a few hints about it into this chapter, but decided against it. This story is set somewhat in a different continuity after all. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this story, and are having/had a happy Valentine's Day! Let me know what you thought of it!