"Hey, Shuichi?"

"Oh, hey Mukuro." Shuichi said as the soldier stopped him in the hallway. "How are-"

"Can you come to my room, alone?" She asked, and immediately Shuichi's heart stopped.

"A-alone?" He squeaked, and she nodded. "With you? In your room? A girl?" Mukuro continued to nod, as if she didn't notice his nervousness, before turning and walking away, back towards her room, as if she expected him to follow. Which he did.

She led him to her room, and allowed him inside. He flipped on her light and was met with the sight of guns and knives lining her walls and sitting on shelves. He heard her lock to door behind her, and Shuichi turned in alarm as she walked to her bed, and sat down on the edge, gesturing for him to come over.

"I need help." She said, and Shuichi let out a sigh of relief. In all honesty, a part of him thought he was about to die.

"With what?" He asked, and Mukuro did something…weird.

"I…need you to keep whatever happens in this room a secret, okay?" She asked, deathly serious, yet also embarrassed.

"O-okay." He said. He'd certainly been asked to do that before. "What do you want me to do, though?" The girl seemed to take a deep breath, and look him in the eyes.

"Roleplay with me."

Shuichi blinked, before he gave her a confused looked. "Role…play? Isn't that what people do for se-"

"N-no!" She said, blushing again. "I-I mean…can you pretend to be…Makoto…for me?"

"…What?" Shuichi asked. "Why?" Mukuro's cheeks flushed.

"I…want to practice asking him out…or perhaps…other romantic stuff." She said, and Shuichi couldn't help but smile. That's…honestly adorable.

"Aww, I'd love to! But why me?"

"Because you two seem equally meek so I figured you'd be able to play him well." Shuichi's smile fell, but he also couldn't fully disagree.

"Alright, so…want me to start then?" He asked.

"O-oh! Yes!" Mukuro said as she cleared her throat.

"Hello, Mukuro." Shuichi said.

"Hello, Makoto." Mukuro said back.

"How are you today?" He asked.

"I'm fine, how about you?" She asked.

"Pretty good." He answered, before neither of them spoke again, waiting for the other person to speak up. When Mukuro didn't seem sure on how to keep going, Shuichi continued. "Soooo…I was told you had something you wanted to ask?"

"O-oh, yes." Mukuro said, and turned pink. "I was, uh…wondering if you…" She trailed off. Shuichi was astounded, not used to seeing the girl look so vulnerable, and when it was clear she wasn't going to be able to finish, he tried for a different tactic.

"Mukuro." He said, trying and failing to somewhat mimic Makoto's voice. "I think you're a wonderful person, and despite how much Junko might make fun of you because she thinks you're useless, but I think just the opposite. I think you're absolutely amazing in every possible way." The girl looked up at him in shock. "So I know that you can say whatever it is you need to say, and I will give you as much time as you need to say it, but trust me when I say…I believe you can say it." Mukuro's eyes watered and she stood up suddenly, startling Shuichi.

"W-will you go on a date with me?" Mukuro asked, looking into the boy's eyes. For a moment, he almost wondered if she was asking him and not Makoto, especially as her eyes watered.

"Yes." He said, and before he could react, Mukuro smiled and embraced the boy in a kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. It was soft, and warm, and unfamiliar to the boy, but he loved it all the same. He never really understood why people treated kisses like such a big deal, but…now he understood. He didn't kiss her back at first, but eventually he pressed his lips back against her own. Joy flooded through his body at how she felt against him, even through just their lips. He embraced her back, and pulled her body against his. Despite her small frame, he could feel her chest against his own as they hugged, before he suddenly pushed her back, breaking the kiss, and knocking Mukuro and Shuichi back to their senses. They sat in silence for a while. Shuichi could see the shock on Mukuro's face that he'd felt when they kissed.

"Um…"

"What was-"

"P-practice." Mukuro said suddenly. "Sorry, I…did it without asking." Shuichi raised an eyebrow, but before he could question it, she walked back up to him, and placed her hand on his chest. He immediately stiffened, and she felt it. "C-can we…um…practice more?" She asked. "J-just a little?"

"Yes…" he said breathlessly. Without another word, they kiss again. He held her face in his hands as their lips locked. They moaned into each other's lip, neither one realizing how much they had needed this, not even necessarily from each other specifically, just in general. They became frantic, clutching each other tightly as they wanted more. Before he knew it, Shuichi's fingers teased her down her spine, before one of them hesitantly clasped around one of her ass cheeks. She seemed to hesitate at first, but didn't pull away, so he kept going, massaging both cheeks now as he pushed his body against her own. They'd gotten a taste, and now they wanted the whole meal. Before he could stop himself, his hands slid underneath the girl's skirt and grabbed at her panties. Once again she hesitated, longer this time, but when she began to kiss him even more passionately, he knew he was in the clear.

Her curves weren't as obvious as others, but even through her panties he could feel his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her ass as he squeezed them. Then he took it one step further. He wasn't sure where it came from, or how he even knew to do it, but the boy lifted his hands once more and slid them into her panties entirely, and grabbed her ass directly. She finally broke the kiss then, gasping, and he froze there. They panted as they gulped up air, and their eyes met.

"D-do you…want me to stop?" He asked, and she stared at him for a long while before finally answering.

"P-practice."

With that, she kissed him again, and he gave her two globes a squeeze, enjoying the way she trembled against him, moaning into his lips. She felt so soft, so warm, that he couldn't believe he'd never experienced this sort of thing with a girl before. Maybe this was just Mukuro that was making him feel this way, but even still.

She retaliated by slipping her hands underneath his own pants and even his boxers to grab his ass as well. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but one that left Shuichi feeling absolutely incredible.

Mukuro, surprisingly, broke the kiss again, and when he was about to ask why, she frantically grabbed his shirt and nearly tore it off the boy's scrawny body. As soon as his pale chest was revealed, he expected her to be turned off immediately, but instead she simply grabbed her own shirt and tore it off as well. Shuichi's eyes went wide at the sight of Mukuro's bra. He'd never seen someone in that state of undress other than Kaede, and that was only by accident (Kaede hadn't made a big deal out of it thankfully, though he remembered her intense blush well).

Mukuro currently has a similar blush as she fumbled with her skirt, eventually getting it undone and allowing it to drop to the floor, before she worked on Shuichi's pants. He was in such a state of shock that she had already almost stripped both of them down to their underwear, and it was now that he began to hesitate, and grabbed her hands. She looked up at him as he spoke.

"Do you…actually want to do this?" He asked, and she blushed deeper as she looked back at her hands, as if only just realizing what she was doing. Yet, she looked back up at him, and nodded.

"Practice." She said, though the word had lost its original meaning to both of them as she finished unbuttoning his pants, dropping them to his ankles so he could step out of them, leaving them both in just their underwear. She stood back up, and started to undo her bra as well, though he could see her nervousness as her hands shook. He suddenly grabbed her waist, and she met his eyes again.

"Take your time. And breathe." Shuichi said. "You don't have to rush…I'm not going anywhere. Especially not when you're showing me how beautiful you are." Mukuro went wide-eyed as her blush deepened. Shuichi gave himself a mental high five for that one as she took a deep breath, and then finally got the bra off. She dropped it onto the floor and Shuichi gasped. Her chest was…perfect. Shuichi never really had a preference, so while he definitely thought Kaede's chest was attractive when he did see her in a bra, Mukuro was just as beautiful to him. Her skin was also pale, pink nipple topping her modest mounds, and he lifted up a hand and poked one, watching as she gasped and shuddered. "Sorry…" he said, but she just smiled and shook her head as she grabbed her panties and, after another deep breath, she dropped them to the floor. Shuichi was somewhat surprised to see she was clean shaven, but from this angle, he couldn't see a whole lot. Nevertheless, Mukuro, in all her glory, was beautiful.

She started reaching for his boxers, and he stepped back a bit. "Do you want to do it? Because I can if you don't want to…" he started, but the look on her face told her all he needed to know. He stepped back up, and she grabbed his boxers, smiling at the tent in them. She pulled them out before pulling them down so they wouldn't snag on it as she yanked them down, finally exposing the boy's dick, which bounced a bit as she took off his boxers, and as he stepped out of them.

Shuichi wasn't huge, but he was happy to see her staring at it, the desire evident on her face. He grabbed her face again and kissed her once more, pulling her close. Both of them gasped as his dick became squished between them, but they kept kissing. He gently pushed her back as they kissed, and she fell back onto the bed. They broke the kiss as he stepped back to look at her. The instant he saw her, lying naked on her bed, her face red as she spread her legs for him, showing how wet she was between them, his dick throbbed. He jumped back on top of her and looked into her eyes.

"Last chance to back out." He warned, though he knew she wouldn't.

"Practice." She said. He nodded and kissed her once more. This time his tongue entered her mouth, which she happily accepted. Their tongues wrestled inside her mouth, swapping their saliva as he finally entered her.

They made love for a while after that. It got to a point whether neither of them were able to imagine a time where they didn't have each other, and this special act between them. They relished every moment they spent in each other's arms.

And by the end, Mukuro had almost completely forgotten about Makoto.