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Satori Akira

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"Uhhuh." He could've likely formed words but they didn't want to interfere with what was already going on in his mind. It was calming to know that he wasn't about to enter another nightmare adn just being there with Yoko doing nothing out of the ordinary. The mediocre nature of it all. Calming.

And so that would be that.

So he'd go back to reading his notes and scribbling with one side. At some point, his free hand would and up resting around her leg: fingers swirling in random patterns as he kept his head focused on the book before him. This was good stuff.

And real.

But his mind was occupied enough to not need to open up a dialogue with the woman. Every now and again, his hands would clasp together to perform handseals. But no actual technique would come to fruition. This was him moulding the senses as they came to him. For him, because he was merely shaping his chakra - and the target was himself, there was no need for a trigger just yet. But it was working fine as was. But if there was anything else to think on, he would place his hand back on her knee.

He'd tap her knee a few times to grab her attention. "I'm going to go shower." Placing his things down. He'd begin to get up, and walk. Disappearing around the corner. Then his form would briefly lean back into the room. "Maybe I'll see you." and then off he'd go.

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SPOILER: Click to show ABILITIES: Jinchūriki, Stalwart Hide, Bukijutsu Maverick, Hawkeyes, Seal Weaver, Speed of Fury [Always Active] Genjutsu Innovator [Inactive] Political Orator [Inactive] JUTSU: n/a EQUIPMENT: n/a

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There was something so casually serene in the time they spent together on the sofa--Akira working on his notes, and Yoko reading her book. She turned a page in her novel every minute or two, and sometimes she glanced at him over the edge of the book, just looking. His touch to her leg as he worked was casual, an idle gesture if anything, but that didn't stop the sensation from stirring those tiny butterflies in her stomach.

There was a certain warmth in her, too, as they sat together. Like this was normal--it was what couples did. Not two people who'd just participated in an excruciating training exercise--but two people who were comfortable enough with each other to sit in the quiet and be content with each other's company as they did other things. It was like warm honey in her soul and she loved every second of it. Maybe they weren't officially an item, but there was something between them and everything about their situation right now made her feel more tranquil and assured and happy than she'd been around anyone in a long time. It was always the little things...

What hadn't really been discussed yet were the feelings she had for him. She thought that it was rather obvious by now in the way she treated him and served him and spoke to him. Yet the topic hadn't been brought up directly. She'd been skirting around it since the incident with the murders. Their actions had always been louder than any words, though a part of her did want to tell him. She wanted to tell him that her feelings had grown, that she truly cared, and that her stubbornness or anger was born from wanting to help and protect him. It had actually hurt her to see him suffering earlier in the lab. The depth of her feelings had evolved, grown roots and blossomed, and she found herself thinking of him before she slept each night. There was...attachment.

But she wasn't certain that Akira felt that strongly toward her. He'd more recently been burned by someone he cared for and was still mending from it. For all she knew, the part of her heart she'd opened up for him was possibly the part of his own that he'd kept closed to her. Without talking with him directly about how she felt, she could only estimate based on his behavior and word choice. But, despite the wondering?

It was something, and that something was one of the brightest aspects of her life right now.

After a while of sitting in silence, her book had lost its appeal. Yoko found herself thinking instead about Akira, and her eyes scanned over paragraphs without reading a single word. Daydreams, questions, harmless musings...

Eventually Akira tapped her knee and alerted her that he'd finally decided to take her offer from earlier to use the shower. She gave a nod and a brief smile. "It's all yours. Clothes are in the hall closet." She'd stocked several outfits in his size and had prayed when buying them that they were to his tastes. There had been no guarantee he'd ever see them or make use of them, but for how often she saw him, now, it only made sense to keep a few extra sets for him. She wasn't his girlfriend and didn't have any obligation to do it, but she did care that he was comfortable when he was with her, especially in her home.

Yoko tried to go back to her book as Akira left the room, her disappointment creeping in that he hadn't immediately invited her to come along upstairs. She'd gotten two sentences down the page when the man's voice greeted her again. "Maybe I'll see you."

Maybe??

As if! There was no "maybe" about it. The pinkette smiled to herself and put the book down--and she was so swept away by immediate excitement that she forgot to put her bookmark down. Oh well. Up she went, trotting out of the room with a happy bounce in her steps and then up the stairs to follow him.

With a playful giggle she zipped past him once they were both in the hallway upstairs, running her fingertips across his shoulders right to left as she slipped by him. The woman went straight to the hall closet closest to the bathroom. This one just held clothes, a few scarves, and spare blankets. What he'd see when she opened the sliding door were the "few" sets of clothing she'd purchased--"few" being ten.

"There was a block sale," she told him sheepishly, knowing that it was probably a bit excessive for "spare" items. But they were all rather high quality and she'd had trouble deciding--so she'd just bought the whole cart. And she was only a little excited to show off her finds. "Choose what you like. Everything's cleaned. I think I got your sizes right." She said think but she knew without a doubt that she had.

"I hope you don't mind..." she finished quietly. It wasn't a big gesture--not to her--but it was still a gesture. Either Akira would be grateful or he'd think she'd spent too much effort on him. Of course that was impossible from where she stood, but her worry over him being disapproving or disappointed still loomed.

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Satori Akira

So he'd move down the hallway and up the steps but be quickly followed by the woman. He'd look over his shoulder to see her quick little saunter past him. Absolutely in the desire to serve, she would open up sets of clothes. Everything down from a top to trousers to boxers and socks while Akira just looked on to the matter. "This is..." he just admittedly had no idea what to say on the subject. He was expecting a shirt and trousers. Not... this.

There was almost little need to even bring a set of clothes for himself for the day after. But her little comments on it only confirmed that she'd bought it directly for him. Bought them in a block sale: in his size. They all had a new quality, and smell about them: even from his own touch of them as he ran his fingers across the fabric. It was sweet. "It's sweet." 'Weird as well.' But they'd been seeing each other for a while now - coming ever closer to six months, and he'd kiss her cheek beneath her eye as a sign of gratitude, not to give away his thoughts.

Akira sheepishly smiled. How mundane it was. And that the most he'd gotten her inside his own home was a pink nightgown if she chose to stay the night. Still thoughtful. Still lacking in comparison. He'd pick out a set: an burnt orange shirt and a pair of black trousers. Couldn't say it wasn't his style. He'd also sniff at the clothes. They smelt good, as evidenced by his long breath. "They smell like you." She'd absolutely done that intentionally. But they'd be what he checked and swapped into later on.

Then into the shower as well, placing the clothes down on top of the toilet and stripping out of his own clothes, facing toward the shower with a silent kind of aura about him. She was nice to have done that. It did give him cause to wonder about their relationship, but he was growing to be an expert at putting those thoughts aside.

The shower, unless she joined him would mostly be filled with the different thoughts rolling around in his head. But she likely would, and those thoughts were suppressed as he entangled her soft skin in his: her shower enough for the two of them. He felt for Yoko strongly. But his belief(s) in love weren't quite so common. Feelings could exist across people... but for all it was worth, Yoko wasn't her. He really hoped that conversation wouldn't happen but if it ever did...

Well.

Akira hoped he felt different in the future.

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SPOILER: Click to show ABILITIES: Jinchūriki, Stalwart Hide, Bukijutsu Maverick, Hawkeyes, Seal Weaver, Speed of Fury [Always Active] Genjutsu Innovator [Inactive] Political Orator [Inactive] JUTSU: n/a EQUIPMENT: n/a

i hate that i love

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There was hesitance in his reply. And in that moment that seemed to drag on, she felt a spike of anxiety in thinking she'd upset him--that it was too much and he was somehow offended. But instead, he told her it was "sweet." And then a kiss. Yoko beamed a smile and a happy little hum slid softly from her throat.

She gave him time to inspect the array of clothing, leaning against the wall beside the door frame. He stated they "smelled like her," which only made sense seeing as they were stored in her house and regularly exposed to her candles and perfume. She could have stored them somewhere more controlled--a sealed container in the lab maybe--to prevent them from taking on the scent of everything floral and lovely that she surrounded herself with. But that was no fun. Having him wear something that smelled like her was the same as her wearing something that smelled like him. There was also the concept of certain scents implying a relation or claim to someone else. Any woman worth her salt knew it the instant her partner walked in the door smelling like another's perfume or with lipstick stains, and this was a similar concept. It was subtle but potent. A little like some of her poisons.

With his choice made--burnt orange and black, shocker--he made for the bathroom and she followed, her steps light and quick and bounding with barely contained excitement. It was, perhaps, more of an occasion to her given what he had been through earlier. He had recovered, things were normal, this was normal. And Akira wouldn't be the only one entering the shower as hot steam filled the room. Her bathroom was smaller than Akira's but it held plenty of room for two. Her clothing was discarded at her feet and she stepped beneath the cascade of hot water, basking in the sensation of his body against hers.

If this was how each of their training sessions were going to end, she could hardly wait for the next one.


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