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Knock knock . Mikoto stood and went to open his door. It was already a bad day, so hopefully it wasn’t someone annoying like Es. He opened and immediately smiled at the person there. Fuuta stood there, looking more annoyed than usual.
“Wanna talk or just come in?” Fuuta pushed past him and laid on the bed, closing his eyes.
“I had my fucking meeting with Es… I fucking hate it here…” Fuuta mumbled into the pillow.
The older one sat on the bed and rubbed his hair. "Wanna talk about it or just get to making out?" He asked. It was a ritual at this point that if one was stressed, they'd go to the other's room and make out or have sex as a reliever.
Fuuta's answer was simple, he grabbed Mikoto's shirt and pulled him into an aggressive kiss. Mikoto kissed back happily, moving into the other's lap.
It was taboo, he knew, but he was slowly falling in love over time with Fuuta. Why did they have to meet in this fucked up prison of all places? He felt bad for catching feelings but he couldn't help it. Fuuta… There was something mesmerizing about that stupid man. He hated himself for catching feelings but Fuuta felt like he had hope in this shameful life.
"I'm gonna kill that little man..." The redhead mentioned against Mikoto's lips. "Yeah yeah~" Mikoto ran his fingers through the other's hair as they deepened the kiss.
Shifting his position, Mikoto kissed down Fuuta's neck and sucked a small hickey. "Mm… No sex right now if that's okay…"
"Totally fine~" Mikoto smiled and continued making the mark. He moved back to the others lips and bit down softly. "Futa's cute~"
"Shut up." The other rolled his eyes. But he didn't want him to. He loved the small talks and flirts they had. Mikoto filled him with comfort, something he desperately needed in this hellhole.
Mikoto pulled away and stared blankly at the pillow. "Mikoto-kun..?" Fuuta sat up a bit more. "Oi, Mikoto-kun, are you okay?" The older one was just staring, hardly moving with no words.
Fuuta squeezed the others shoulders, trying to get Mikoto to say something but also to ground himself. This hadn't happened before with the two of them.
"Ghh-" He finally said something and gripped his head.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Fuuta let go. "You scared the shit outta me asshole." He kissed Mikoto's forehead and looked at his face. "Are you okay..?"
Staring back, Mikoto looked at Fuuta up and down. "You're… Futa right?"
With a deadpan look, Fuuta groaned. "It's Fuuta, not Futa."
"'I' don't give a shit." Mikoto rolled off his lap and walked to the desk in his room.
"Oi? Whatcha doing?" Fuuta stood as well.
"Doing shit." He started rearranging the room.
Fuuta didn't know what to do. He didn't know what Mikoto was up to but was more scared of asking. Something about him felt more... terrifying. And Mikoto was not a terrifying person.
"...You're not Mikoto right?" Fuuta didn't remember much of it, but he knew the other had mentioned something about DID a while ago. Mikoto didn't explain much and Fuuta didn't pry, so he knew almost nothing.
"'I' don't have a name." He mumbled. "'I' shouldn't even fucking be here."
"Can I give you a name then?" Fuuta walked behind him and smirked.
"Ugh, whatever." He rolled his eyes.
"Ima call you Orekoto, since you use a different pronoun than Mikoto."
"Orekoto… It's fucking stupid." He laughed as he said that. "But whatever."
"So… What are you doing?" Fuuta ended up sitting back on the bed.
"Rearranging… Host said 'I' can't break shit anymore." Orekoto moved the dresser to a different part of the room.
"Why do you feel like breaking shit?"
"Because 'I'm' fucking unhappy." He moved the bed while Fuuta was still sitting on it.
"Why… are you unhappy?" Was it because Fuuta was in here? Does his alter not like the fact they were making out?
"'I' don't fucking know." He glared at Fuuta. "'I'm' just always like that."
"Can I try to give you a stress reliever..?"
"Fuck it, why not?" Orekoto sat on the bed with him. Fuuta brought him into a soft kiss, it felt completely different than before. Fiery, angry, passion was here before, now it felt compassionate, careful, and filled with trust.
Orekoto pulled away after a few seconds, slight fear in his eyes. "I- Sorry- I don't know you that well, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"
"It's fine." He looked away bashfully. "You… you can continue. It felt nice." Orekoto pulled him into the kiss first this time, cupping Fuuta's cheeks.
Laying on his back, Orekoto brought Fuuta closer and moved his arms so they wrapped around the younger's neck.
"You're a good kisser Futa…" He mumbled.
"It's weird but… you kiss completely differently than Mikoto-kun…"
"Is that bad-?"
"No… I like how both of you kiss. You're a bit more dry than him~ Motherfuckers always licking me when we do this shit."
Orekoto laughed and petted his hair. "Thanks I guess."
Kissing continued, and the system ended up dissociating again. Mikoto was back, but looked extremely clueless about what happened. "Oh? When did you get on top of me..?"
"M..mikoto?" Fuuta mumbled.
"Yeah?"
"Hey~" Fuuta kissed his cheek and laid down fully. "I'm sleepy…" He closed his eyes and snuggled into Mikoto.
Having no knowledge of what just happened with his alter, Mikoto gay panicked. Fuuta was never this lovey with him, not even with aftercare. It was Mikoto that had to initiate everything with that.
But he didn't complain, he pulled the blanket over the both of them and kissed Fuuta's forehead. "Sleep well asshat~"
"Fuck off~"