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The sound of hitting leather filled the quiet underground gym, each punch was sharp and calculated. The boxer huffs with each punch, his mind no where else but fighting.

One-two

Step back

Jab

Duck

Hook

Was the rhythm that chanted in his head. Akaza has been training for about an hour, his muscles slick with sweat. "Harder" he mumbled to himself, making the entire thing shake with a harsh punch.

He was so focused, he didn't even notice the door opened. "Kaz!" rang a small voice from the other side of the gym, he paused and turned his head seeing his very best friend.

Koyuki

Koyuki was wrapped in a white blanket wearing akaza's hoodie and sweatpants, her eyes were baggy and she looked pale and thin. Akaza rushed towards her, his worry evident.

"Koyuki, you were supposed to stay in bed today!" He said as he checked her temperature. "And you are supposed to go to the celebrity QNA, it starts in an hour!" Koyuki flicked his forehead in frustration.

Akaza blinked "wait that's today, I thought it was next week?" He rubbed the back of his neck while koyuki practically dragged him out of the gym. "Well it's today so get ready!"

The pink haired grumbled in annoyance "do I really have to go..?" Koyuki snapped a look at him "please hakuji, i stayed up all night signing that stupidly long invitation they sent!"

Akaza sighed "okay fine, but don't expect me to interact much." he stretches, stealing a glance at the women "you get back to bed this instant, I don't want you passing out for overworking yourself...again!"

Akaza said sternly, but there was a bit of worry in his voice for her wellbeing. She waved her hand dismissively "I go, I'll be okay I promise. You don't have to worry about me all the time, I'll be just fine."

He nodded although he wasn't fully convinced, and went into his room. Koyuki held onto the wall as she layed back down, she took a sigh as she heard the shower start.

She reached beside her for a medicine bottle, she looked at it as it was almost out. "Damnit...might have to ask him to get me a refill." She muttered before coughing.

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Blades glided across the ice, a person was alone in the skating rink. Douma had his headphones on as he listened to a song called 'no one noticed', he twirled and jumped on the ice freely.

A biellmann turning into a one foot, after a while then a scratch spin. Douma hummed along with the music in his ears, it calmed his nerves.

Everything was calming, no one to interrupt.

That soon was broken when his manager walked in, the stern man walked to the edge of the rink. "That's enough Douma." He said loudly enough for Douma to notice.

The skater slowed into a stop infront of the entrance, bending down to remove his skates. "Oh hey Mr , do you need anything, do I need another measurement?" He asked politely.

"You've got that celebrity QNA in a hour, be presentable and don't eat anything." The manager said flatly. "But sir I've barely eaten anything today—"

"Exactly. Keep it that way, you're already pushing it." Douma paused, taking a deep breath he calmed down "he's right...I don't need anything after this..." he told himself.

Douma wince feeling the emptiness in his stomach and the stinging pain on his ribs "maybe I can eat just a little bit after this..." he murmured while walking to his room.

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Fans shrieked as two car pulls up, stepping out of one of them was a very famous skater and what stepped out of the other was a famous boxer.

Douma smiles and waved at fans while akaza barely saved them a glance, making their way into the event building and sitting at the main seats where 18 other celebrities were seated.

And then the fans rushed in, desperately trying get closer in line to submit their questions. Once everyone was calmed down, the host stepped onto the stage.

"Hello celebs and fans, today is a day where you ask your favorite celebrity's questions and they answer!"

The lady pulled a piece of paper from the box "the first question is...what is your type?"

"Someone good with kids"

"Brown hair and red eyes"

"My wife"

"Oh, I don't really have one!"

"I'm not sure, someone who's protective"

"I just like woman."

"Someone healthy."

"Somebody curvy"

"I don't really care, as long as long as they aren't toxic"

"I dunno"

"I like a black haired and cute girl"

"Food"

"Mexicans are really handsome!"

"Somebody I can take care of"

"Long brown hair and brown eyes, Just a cute girl I can call Bambi."

"Somebody weird like me"

"Just want someone to love me for who I am"

"Black woman are interesting"

Well that's what all the other said or atleast said something like that, Douma had to think about it atfirst and akaza too.

"Well, somebody who's strong and slightly aggressive but they're really sweet once you get in their inner space!" Douma answered, flashing the fans a sweet smile.

"Somebody with pretty eyes...and who's nice...that's all." Akaza answered aswell. he didn't exactly have a type, he doesn't really care about what they look like much. The prettiest feature of someone is their eyes anyway.

"Second question is...who's the prettiest celebrity?"

"In my opinion it's kanua."

"Oh, lucus obviously!"

"I think it's Makenna, I love her beautiful red hair and bright spirit."

"Gianna."

"Haze, he's so handsome I could melt!"

"Micheal has not only the looks but the personality and voice"

"Janie and Jonie! They've made me become a bi!"

"I don't really know...never took it into thought."

"Me."

Douma tapped his lip with a thoughtful expression "I don't really think anyone has the right to judge who's the prettiest celebrity, everyone is beautiful in their own way so who am I to say who's better."

"No one" akaza said blankly "I don't really know that many others to care for what they look like, also because I think all of the celebrities are pretty much  a copy paste of eachother with different skills."

"Alright, the thirst question is...what motivates you?"

"Well someone told me I can accomplish anything even if I try hard enough."

"Well, i have to prove I'm better than someone who wronged me before."

"I don't really know... I guess my love for music?"

"I just love doing what I do now"

"To find myself a lover who's like me!"

"To continue my dad's dream."

"I don't know."

"My pet centipede deliliah motivates me I can do anything!

"I wanna make a profit for what I'm good at."

Douma actually took a bit to answer so akaza went, he seemed to be thinking "I have a sick friend, and I wanna be able to support her and make sure she's okay."

"Hmmm... well I guess my motivation is to stay on the ice and inspire young skaters." Douma chirped, his smile reappearing as he tilted his head. "I'd love to see ice skaters who dream like me, and all I will do is encourage them reach their goals!"

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It was finally break, a time where the celebrity's get a time to themselves and do whatever. Douma twirled around while walking down the hallway, acting it as a skating ring.

He was practicing for his show next week, he hummed the music but was startled when he bumped into someone. "Ahh I apologize!" Douma said stepping back.

"Watch where you were going!" The boxer growled, Douma felt a flicker of irritation in his chest "well no need to be an asshole you gym crazy weirdo." He forced a tight smile.

Akaza glared daggers at Douma "the hell did you just call me, fruity bastard..." Douma leaned in close "I called you a gym crazy weirdo, don't get so  angry when it was an accident"

"An accident for you insult me?" Akaza barked, Douma laughed bitterly "no that was intentional, it was an accident to bump into you but you're so mad about it."

Little did they know, a fan was watching.

The fan was simply looking for the restroom, but they had gotten lost and wandered to backstage. They peeked and saw two celebrities really close to eachother, it almost looked....very intimate.

They quickly snapped a photo and ran off, not akaza or Douma noticed them. Not until after anyway.

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A day later koyuki walked up to akaza while he was texting his manager before, she seemed confused and also looked like she was about to laugh. Akaza glanced at her with confusion.

"Is there something you need?" He turned around to her "akaza, you understand that I'll be with you no matter what right?" Koyuki patted his arm

His eyes flickered with curiosity and confusion "what are you talking about..." Just then, koyuki showed him her phone.

He nearly threw his own phone, because what he saw on the scream was downright outrageous in his opinion.

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Lulucenita_000

THUS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED TO SEE ON THE CELEBRITY QNA.... #possiblelovers??? #akadou #doukaza

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The picture was of akaza and.... That dumbass skater...

The pose they were in looked really sexual in a way, like they were kissing. Their faces weren't showing and they looked really close together.

Akaza heart dropped when he saw how popular it gotten... 25k people liked and over a million people seen..

a long pause of silence

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"

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Douma leaned against the bar, lifting his leg up and grabbing it lifting it higher. His knee touched his knees as he pulled his leg back a little farther stretching, he exhaled as he set his leg back down.

He smiled at his high flexibility, but paused when he saw his body. douma's hand drifted to his stomach, a familiar feeling washed over him. "I should eat less..." he murmured.

He flinched as he accidentally pokes one of the bruises from the corset his manager forces him to wear.

"we don't want your fans to see you looking like an elephant on the ice now? You might as well break the ice while your at it" his manager always says when Douma tries to refuse to use the dumb thing

His manager suddenly walks in with an unreadable expression "Douma... have you seen your phone yet?" His manager seems a little hesitant, Douma tilts his head,

"No..? Why—did I post something?" He leaned in to look at his managers phone and saw something...interesting?

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Lulucenita_000

THUS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED TO SEE ON THE CELEBRITY QNA.... #possiblelovers??? #akadou #doukaza

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The picture was of what happened the day before with the boxer Douma encountered

The pose they were in looked really sexual in a way, like they were kissing. Their faces weren't showing and they looked really close together.

Douma didn't know what to say or if he should just laugh or cry, I mean... it wasn't bad? Like nobody can assume they're dating just because of one picture right?

WRONG.

Apparently in internet logic the smallest thing celebrities do with eachother means they are inlove and cannon even if they never met eachother or interacted, even if it was a picture that could've been some stupid misunderstanding.

It's very tragic honestly.

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Douma nibbled on the small strawberry shortcake on the plate infront of him, kicking his legs in the air. He finished practice an hour ago, now it was time for him to rest.

He licked the frosting from the fork, tasting the soft sweetness. He scrolled on social media seeing people talking about what happened a few days ago, pretty much just debates on the internet talking about a whole lot of nonsense.

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Dixer_boxing26
Guys this is so stupid. Yall are shipping akaza with a literal fg, obviously akaza isn't gay and unlike that fruity pebble. he's a real man.

Victoria_has_a_secret
Imagine getting mad because your favorite boxer might be a little gay just shows how sensitive and stupidly toxic his fans are, NEWSFLASH BUDDY akaza can be gay if he feels it in his heart and he isn't controlled by losers like you.

Dixer_boxing26
I'm mad because yall are saying something that's completely untrue about my favorite boxer, and the fact that you think that's okay makes me sick. Honestly it's obvious that akaza is dating a women, he said in one of his interviews that he's doing boxing for someone he really cares about and loves and he said she meaning a woman.

Victoria_has_a_secret
So? He could be talking about a sister or even a female friend or possibly his own mother.

Dixer_boxing26
You dumb douma fans... akaza doesn't have his mother, Akaza also was talking like she was a love interest meaning he has a partner or he was inlove with her. He does not like men.

Victoria_has_a_secret
you know BISEXUAL people exist right? He could love both boys and girls.

Dixer_boxing26
Did he ever say he was into men? No.

Victoria_has_a_secret
Did he ever say he had a partner or he was into just girls? No.

Dixer_boxing26
He implied he had a partner.

Victoria_has_a_secret
No tf he didn't💔

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Douma chewed on his fork, people were really invasive nowadays. Like why does someone's sexuality matter so much, why should you even care in the first place?

He saw a fanart, of akaza picking up Douma and the color palette was colorful and alive. "That's pretty cute" Douma smiled to himself and then liking and favoriting the post.

Scrolling down even more he's seeing more stuff

Fannimay-
YALL THEY WERE FLIRTING, TRUST!!!

Prettyface_mariah
Why am I lowk liking the ship between Douma and akaza...

Hihihi33
there is so much sexual tension between them like KISS ALREADY...

"Gosh are you serious..." Douma groaned, people were practically judging everything. To his posture, his tone, his sexuality and even to his own smile, it gets to a point...

He heard a soft knock from the door "come in!" Douma yells sitting up, and then he sees a familiar friend. Kanae kocho

She smiles at him and sets her stuff down "your alive...just barely" she mumbled as she glances at the corset on his desk.

Douma flipped onto his bum holding the cake up "want some?" He asked, kanae had shook her head "maybe later, I wanted to check on you"

"Checking on my vitals with cake with me and cuddles, how romantic!" Kanae gave him a look "douma."

Douma put his hands up in defeat "fine fine, I'm okay... Just a bit tired and confused" he hugged himself. "Apparently if I get too close to a boxer I'm now married to him"

Kane sat beside him "that's partially why I came, the other reason is because I'm just really worried about you" she put a hand on his shoulder

"Worried about what, that I got canceled or the death threats that for some reason gotten more aggressive?" Douma tilted his head.

"Worried about your ribs, your face, and your manager who's clearly starving you. I'm honestly surprised your even eating right now" she said bluntly.

"I'm...flattered?"

"Douma I'm serious. Your my friend and I can't watch you pretend it's fine when it's not, how long have you been wearing corsets and pretending granola bars are meals?"

Douma froze, turning away "I... I like granola bars though..." He mumbled "douma." She pressed.

"Since last summer" he refused to look at her face, he knew she was holding in a scream. She just folded her hands in her lap.

"Your seeing shinobu whether you like it or not." She said with a smile.

"You mean the tiny one with knifes and wisteria..?" Douma looked at her with fear.

"She's a doctor not an assassin, and we remove all the wisteria so you don't get an allergic reaction."

Douma sighed "fine, but I'm okay." He chuckled weakly, kanae smile returned to her face then changed the subject, "wonderful! The girls said hi by the way, aoi still stressed out as ever, kanao still is quiet, and shinobu still wants to poison your manager."

"Awhh." Douma cooed "tell them I love them too!"

"Wait shinobu wants to what??"

"Nothing, don't worry about it!"

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Steam curled around the bathroom as koyuki was in the hot bathtub, akaza was behind her washing her hair gently. "You know akaza, you don't have to"  she poured wanted onto her head.

"I want to." He pressed, with care he helped her out of the bathtub. She wrapped the towel around herself, as he grabbed her clothes from the closet setting it beside her.

"I saw that post again, you know the one with my favorite ice skater?" Koyuki teased, akaza groaned facepalming. "Don't..." she laughed at him, "I'm just saying..."

"I hate that man." Akaza growled "you don't" and he didn't respond after that. Koyuki reached behind her back "hey akaza can you help me put on my bra?"

He helped her as she continued clothing, I mean it's not like akaza haven't helped her out on or take off clothes. Him and koyuki were very close friends anyway, so why shouldn't they be comfortable.

They hear the ring of the door bell "I'll get it." Akaza mumbled stepping out of the bathroom and to the door, he opened it and saw his other friend. Michikatsu, he was holding a bag

"Food and medicine" he said bluntly, "I couldn't find the protein bars you like, they were all sold out" akaza grunted "thanks kokushibo." He took the bag and set it on the table.

Koyuki came out the bathroom holding onto the doorframe, she glances up at michikatsu with a smile "hi kokushibo, did you bring my medicine?" She greeted, he pointed to the bag on the table.

"Thank you." She sat down and rummaged through the bag for the bottle of pills, while she did that michikatsu eyed akaza. "So..." he started and akaza looked at him with confusion.

"What?" Akaza stiffened.

"The internet." He said blankly "you and the twink."

Koyuki started laughing "I told you it was actually a thing!" Akaza groaned in frustration "so are you into him or not." Michikatsu pressed. "I hate him" he snapped.

"So youre gay? if yes then it was pretty obvious from the start honestly" he scratched his head "what the hell are you talking about??" Akaza looked at him like he was crazy.

"I'm just asking, since the internet now thinks and decided that you are the gayest thing since the disco" michikatsu sat on the couch, akaza slumped against the cushions

"I leaned in so he'd shut up, I just glared. I don't even like talking!" Michikatsu gave him a look, almost seeming like he doesn't believe akaza "whatever you say akaza."

"But akaza you two would look good together, like enemies to lovers fanfic level!" She added smiling "like you have to understand how excited I am seeing my own friend being shipped with my favorite idol!"

"God this feels like middle school all over again" akaza mumbled with a hand on his face "I would die before i get shipped with some pathetic excuse for an iceskater"

And koyuki responded by throwing a pillow at him "don't insult my favorite ice skater! You know I could always post those pictures of you back when you used to iceskate"

"Koyuki you better not..." akaza snapped his head towards her, that was probably one thing he didn't want to get out... when he first was skating on ice.

Now one thing not a lot of people know is that akaza actually used to be an icedskater, he won 2 years in a row before dropping and started boxing because ice skating wasn't paying him enough to take care of him and koyuki.

It's not like he hated ice skating but it's so embarrassing seeing how weird and cringe he was before, it makes him physically wince no matter how cool people thought it was.

"Oh yeah i remember those times," michikatsu recalled "remember when you fell on your ass on the ice?"

"I will actually strangle you kokushibo."

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Douma sat on the bed waiting patiently, he's was in kanae's house now where all the other sisters were at. He didn't know why but he felt a little anxious, he's been here a hundred times so by now he should feel easy.

Maybe it was just what today's visit is about, which the visit was particularly about douma's health. Douma hated talking about his health, it made him feel uneasy and it's the reason he doesn't like going to doctors.

He checked his phone and decided to scroll the social media, he didn't expect much other than the 'doukaza' posts, ship threads, nastily hate comments to either him or akaza. It's only been like what, a week now?

He saw some post saying how they matched because they have similar ice/snowflake charms "this is ridiculous, they barely even look alike..." he murmured in annoyance.

He was about to respond to a hate post that gives COMPLETE misinformation about himself, kanae walks in with shinobu trailing behind her.

"Hello patient of the day." Shinobu said politely, Douma sighs "hello doctor" he smiles. Shinobu then stand infront of him, cracking her fingers as kanae sat beside Douma.

"Okay let's get started, take off your shirt." She pulled out her clipboard,Douma did as she said taking off his shirt, shinobu leaned in looking closer.

She suddenly pokes his ribs which he jumps "hey what was that for?" Douma covered his chest, shinobu clicked her tongue "I knew it... this just hurts to look at" she mumbled crossing her arms

"What?" Kanae asked her head tilting, shinobu then spoke with her voice steady but sounded annoyed "Douma if you keep wearing those tight corsets then your ribs are gonna crack and I already see your bruises on your body from them, also if you keep starving yourself then your gonna have the lowest of blood sugar and you might pass out on the ice....again..."

A long pause of silence, Douma didn't know whether he should laugh or just cry. Kanae just sighed "I'm sadly not suprised" she looks at Douma "you eating as soon as the girls come back, whatever we put on your plate is going in your stomach whether you like it or not."

"Your manager is pissing me off, I've talked to him multiple times about your diet and that stubborn hoe won't listen to me. I'm a talk away from poisoning him" shinobu threatened

"Haha, you're joking right?" Douma laughed it off, but when they didn't answer he panicks. "Shinobu you ARE joking right?" He tries.

"Don't worry, just one dosage of Paraquat with a side of parasites then nobody has to know!" She dangled vile of what douma assumes is both tue things she mentioned

"Absolutely not am i letting you go to jail for killing me manager!" Douma retorts, "but nobody has to know about it, just add it to his food and maybe I'll have a hacker mess with the cameras"

Just as Douma was about to snatch the vile from her but the door burst open and he was attacked by arms and hugs.

"Mr Douma!!" He heard young voices say, he looks down and sees the three young girls. Naho, sumi, and kiyo, They were followed by aoi and kanao. Douma picked the triplets up and twirled around.

"Hii little birdies, how have you been doing?" He smiles. "I got an A on my math and science!" Said kiyo "I got 2 dollars from my teacher for helping her grade papers!" Said naho "i was the best at dance practice and my teacher put me in the front!" Said sumi.

Douma patted their heads "good job girls, I'm really proud of you!" He congratulated, he looks up at aoi and kanao. "Hello darlings, you doing okay?"

Kanao nodded, aoi huffed "inosuke ate my extra lunch for my volleyball practice... it's not bad but I'm irritated" douma chuckled softly "typical inosuke, how about I make extra lunch just for him?"

"That would be fantastic, but how about we cook you a big dinner and you're gonna eat it. Don't think I didn't hear you were STARVING yourself!" Aoi leaned in close as Douma leaned back.

"Uh oh....."

Well it didn't take long for dinner to come, aoi, kanao, and the triplets made a ton of food. Rice balls, grilled tofu, soup, red bean mochi, tempura, and a fruit bowl.

Kanao grabbed doumas shoulders and shoved him into the chair, he flinched as he bounced slightly. Kanao sat right beside him, staring directly at the golden boy

The table was covered with plates of all the food they cooked, as much as douma wanted to deny... It all looked sooo appetizing.

Everyone sat down and put food on plates, the atmosphere was warm and calming despite doumas earlier nervousness. This wasn't so bad as Douma felt it would be.

"So how's everyones relationships going" douma asked nibbling on fruit.

"well my relationship with mitsuri and obanai is going well, we went to the cafe the other day" shinobu said, picking up her phone and showing a picture of them.

"That's so cute! Tell mitsuri her charms are cute, and tell obanai his hair is pretty." Douma cooed, shinobu nodded a soft smile appearing on her pink lips.

"We had a double date with her younger brother giyuu, turns out giyuu boyfriend is one of my friends sanemi!" Kanae took a bite out of the tempura."i actually was completely suprised when i saw them together"

"Isn't sanemi really normally aggressive, i know giyuu is attracted to that type but sanemi?" Douma looked genuinely concerned, kanae sighed "I asked him the same question, Sanemi isn't that bad but it took me a whole 11 months for him to fully warm up to me..."

The triplets who were eating the riceballs with the soup looked up. "Speaking about relationships, Mr Douma is it true that you're dating Mr fighting boy?" Naho asks

"Fighting boy... sweetie do you mean akaza?" Douma says as he wipes sumi's mouth, "yeah yeah! Mr fighting boy, he hits people and knocks them down!" Naho put her hands up.

Douma laughs, almost snorting "no, no. It's not true. We had one argument and someone got a weird photo" the triplets whines in disappointment "but why were Mr Douma and Mr akaka mad at eachother?" Sumi fiddles with her sleeve.

"It's akaza honey, and Mr akaza was just being mean to Mr Douma okay?" He reassures, patting their head. "Hey why don't we go play over in the back yard? We can play flowerfly and centipede!"

The girls lit up and immediately dragged Douma out the room, the other sisters watched feeling warm. "They love playing with him huh" Kanao said. "He's good with kids I guess" aoi smiled eating tofu.

Meanwhile Douma, as he was watching the girls run around collecting flowers and clowers he thought about something. How did the kids even find out, they aren't even on the internet that much!?

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Downtown in a cozy cafe, akaza was there with his friends. Michikatsu, muzan, hantegu and his brothers, and then Nakime. His cup was half empty and everything was peaceful now that he's with friends.

They chattered about michikatsu's new song,  nakimes upcoming concert, muzans latest phtotoshoot, gyokko's 5 new paintings that went famous, hantengu's library getting more books and more.

Gyokko suddenly grinned, leaning over to whisper something to urogi. Urogi cackled "so akaza....is it true?." He smirked wickedly, akaza didn't even look up "no."

"But—" he started "NO" akaza growled slamming his cup onto the table "we are not dating. We are not even friends. I don't even know him that well. He's annoying and fruity and dramatic and—"

"Fruity?" Hantegu echoed looking up from his phone, "he posted a whole paragraph about wanted someone to hold him through the night and I was consistently being tagged by random people!" Akaza snapped.

"That's just being lonely, you know you could just talk to him?" Aizetsu mumbled, "how am I supposed to do that? I don't even have his number or anything."

The whole table paused, sediko clicked his tongue "can't you just dm him? You're both public figures anyway." Akaza crossed his arms "I am not sliding into his dms like some overly obsessed fangirl, and plus I'm sure he gets like a hundred messages every day anyway so he probably won't even se mine."

Everyone shared a slight laugh. "You know you don't have to worry, it's just rumors over some misunderstanding!" Nakime reassured "what harm could this possibly be doing to your career?"

"Everything..." akaza grunted, karaku took a bite out of his muffin "well I would pay to actually see you and ice prince as a couple." He teased.

Akaza groaned and slammed his head onto the table.

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Koyuki was always a little stubborn even with her sweet personality, it was a trait that both akaza admired and also made him irritated. He had tried to say no to her going out alone, he really did.

But as nice and cute as she was, she was also scary. Koyuki had given him that look that said "im not your patient, im your best friend." And akaza had to obey

Koyuki grabbed her stuff and made sure she took her vitamins, "I told you akaza, I'm gonna be okay. You taught me a bit of self defense and I don't want to be a burden to you!" She reassured.

"Fine... but just please call me when anything feels wrong or goes wrong, I don't care if someone's sketchy or you feel even a little dizzy you better call me." Akaza adjusts her hairpin.

"Okay. oh and when should hakuji be coming to town again, hes sleeping with me right?" Koyuki opened the door to the house turning to glance at akaza.

The pink haired rolled his eyes "yeah yeah, he's coming next Wednesday. You're gonna see your husband koyuki so stop asking." Akaza teased, her cheeks tinted pink.

She slammed the door quickly as he said that, akaza chuckled under his breath "I love doing that."

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Koyuki walked on the side walk, everything felt calm in someway. Yeah akaza had a car and could drive her there however she much preferred walking, and also she didn't wanna bother akaza too much.

Plus she was just buying something from a shop close by, and her sickness is taking it easy on her and letting her walk. Koyuki looked up seeing birds fly and the blue sky, it almost looked like it was from a fairy tail.

She saw people walking and chatting, a lot of people actually. She fiddled with the hem of her sweater, koyuki like walking yeah but cowds make her feel overstimulated.

"It's okay" she whispered to herself, "the shop is just one more block away, you can do it" koyuki put on her earbuds, turning on calming music that comforted her. It always did when her dad, akaza, or hakuji wasn't around to.

The tiny place became bigger as she got closer.

Koyuki's dad should be coming soon so she went inside and sat at one of the tables far into the corner, the waiter came up to her. "Hello miss, can I take your order?"

"Uhm, just tea please." Koyuki smiled shyly, checking her phone. Douma had posted his latest performance, she didn't hesitate to click on it. Koyuki loved Douma, she always dreamed of being at talented as him.

Koyuki actually used to ice skate along with akaza, however she became sick and had to let it go which was around the time that akaza quit and switched to boxing.

She watched how Douma glided through the air effortlessly, his movements were fluent and gentle yet sharp. It was mesmerizing honestly, koyuki suddenly felt a pair of eyes on her.

She glances and sees a person with a hoodie covering their face, sitting offly close by her. Her chest suddenly started feeling tight, her hands shook slightly as she held her phone close.

Then tea was placed on the table and she jumped slightly, looking up she saw the waiter. Koyuki relaxed a bit, she was still a bit anxious from not being with people she knows but atleast someone's here.

"Thank you" she says, the Waiter bows and then left. Koyuki let's put a small sigh of relief, if someone tried to hurt her then other people would notice at least.

However she notices the man got closer, he was holding something in his pocket. It felt all too nerving, koyuki texted her father quickly.

Im so sorry dad, but some guy is seriously scaring me. I'm gonna go back or I could go nearby the cafe?

It's okay love, I'll still be on the way if you want me to pick you up. Just tell me what street your on.

No it's okay dad I'll walk, home isn't too far anyway.

Okay sweetheart, I'll pick up pastries from a bakery for us to eat. Tell akaza that I'll be there in a bit.

Okay dad, sorry again. Ily.

It's fine, ilyt.

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"Kanao! What is it you need from the book store again?" Kanae yelled from the living room. "Book three of spades of ice!" Kanao yelled back.

Kanae nodded while putting her keys and wallet in her bag, she felt a tug on her sleeve looking down to see sumi and kiyo. "Can you buy us some candy, please?"

She chuckled crouching down and patting their heads "maybe next time, you've already spent your money. But I'll buy some for you guys when we're visiting mr himejima!"

And two smiled again, and ran away with their little feet. Kanae stood up again adjusting her outfit, she walks out the door yelling out before closing it.

"I'm leaving now! Make sure to call me if anything goes wrong"

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Kanae walked in the busy street, she could've drove yeah but where was she supposed to park? The only place that has the book kanao wants is a small store that not many people go to, literally right by the sidewalk.

Luckily it wasn't too far so there wasn't a ton of walking but still. She passed by people but something had caught her eye, or more like someone.

It was a girl, short black hair with the bangs tied up. She was just standing still and it looked like she was shaking, a guy was behind her way to close for comfort just standing there together.

It was weird, but kanae was taught to not be nosy so she kept walking. However she paused when she saw a glint near the girls neck, kanae peers a bit and comes to realize it's a knife.

Without wasting a second she marches up to the two and shoved the guy away, pulling out pepper spray quickly and spraying the guy directly in the eye while shielding the girl

The man shrinks as he drops to his knees and covers his eyes in pain, kanae kicks him down and apprehends him tightly. As he struggles, kanae looks up at the girl.

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koyuki honestly didn't know what happened, the guy still followed her when she exited the shop and pulled a knife to her neck threatening that if she doesn't give every she has then he would kill her.

Then suddenly a women pepper sprays him and apprehends him. Koyuki is thankful but the situation was all too overwhelming.

Suddenly she starts to feel dizzy and crouches, her sickness is biting back at her. A few people from the growing crowd run up to her to see if she's okay.

Koyuki shakily reaches for her phone and calls akaza, he wastes no time picking up. "Akaza, please come... There was this guy and... He tried to rob me..."

"I'll be there as fast as I can" he responded.

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Akaza really did get there quick, luckily when the police got there so he wouldn't murder the guy.

"Koyuki you should've called me as soon as you found this guy shady!" Akaza scolded checking if koyuki was hurt anywhere. "But what if he was just trying to but something from the shop too, and plus I didn't wanna bother you for something small.." koyuki retorts.

"Like I said, i don't want you getting hurt. So I will come for even the smallest of things if it means you'll be okay." He fixed koyuki's hair clip, then noticing a woman walking to them

Koyuki's eyes lit up "thats the girl who saved me!" She explained walking up to her. "Thank you so much, I thought I was a goner! Is there any way I could pay you back?" Koyuki digged in her bag.

The women put her hand up shaking her head "oh no don't you worry I don't want anything, your safety is all I'm worried about!" The woman glances up at akaza, she instantly recognizes him.

"Excuse me sir, are you perhaps akaza the famous boxer?" She asks, akaza stiffens a bit. "Yes... what about it? Do you want an autograph or..." the woman shook her head.

"I'm kanae, im a skilled and famous skater who's alongside my friend Douma who's also famous. You and him have...a bit of history right?" The woman named kanae had titled her head.

Koyuki's eyes lit up "oh I know you, Douma mention that you two were childhood friends in an interview and you two are in a lot of pictures together!" Kanae chuckles "we are close I guess."

"Alright so what about it? What about...Douma?" Akaza crosses his arms, "well it's obvious you want to get rid of all of the shipping, I saw your posts trying to clear it up but no one's believes it. I have a feeling it's because Douma hasn't said anything about it."

Akaza pauses "so... you want me to meet Douma?" Kanae nods "pretty much, at my house. I can give you my number and text you the address?" She pulls out her phone.

"And how do I know you're not lying." He looks over kanae. "What reason do I have to lie? And also your female friend knows me and knows I'm related to Douma in a way." She glances at koyuki.

Well kanae did have a good point, also it would be nice to get rid of all the misinformation and bullshit on the internet. Akaza finally sighed and crossed his arms

"fine, my number is (***) ***-****"

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Douma was curled onto the couch, the triplets snuggled up against him watching a stupid reality show. The door was suddenly slammed open by shinobu carrying a box of pizza and Kanao, aoi, and kanae trailing behind her with snacks and drinks.

He tilted his head in light confusion "what's this for, are we having a party?" Douma sat up a bit, "no this is an emergency dinner." Aoi set down the snacks and some of the drinks.

"What emergency—" "you barely eating for the past few days." Kanao interrupted. The triplets ran to go get plates and cups, shinobu set the pizza down as kanae sits by Douma.

"Also dodo, your gonna be meeting your little internet boyfriend famously known as akaza the boxer!" She calmly says, he slowly turns towards her. "What...

The triplets came back holding a bunch of plates and cups that were taken by shinobu. "It's okay Douma you'll be finnnee." Shinobu reassured him. "I barely even know him!?"

"You'll survive Mr Douma." Sumi patted his shoulder, "he's not that scary! I think it's just that Mr fighting boy yells a lot!" Naho added, "yeah!" Kiyo agreed "you yell too, so it won't be too bad."

Douma groaned, "I'm gonna get flamed and threatened online all over again..." kanae laughed "well at least it won't affect you as much as the first times, your used to it by now"

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The butterfly estate, as kanae jokingly called it, smelled like tea, flowers, slightly of medicine, and of perfume — comforting and bright.

It was a house of warmth, noise, and gentle chaos. Today was the neutral ground for a very long awaited meeting....this won't go very well...

Douma didn't really remember that he was supposed to meet someone today, even if he did then he wouldn't expect to meet this early in the morning.

He had just woken up, tangled in the sheets from a sleepover with the butterfly family. His hair was a complete mess — fluffy and loosely curled, light golden strands falling over his sleepy eyes.

He wore an oversized shirt and baggy shorts that were probably kanae's, he didn't know nor did he care. Douma was more focused on finding breakfast then visitor's.

So when the doorbell rang, and shinobu chirped "he's here" douma nearly choked on a pop tart "who is he?!!" His voice slightly muffled by the food in his mouth.

And it clicked when he saw kanao open the door to reveal a random girl with short black hair and... FUCKING AKAZA...

Before douma could even wipe the crumbs from his face the girl ran up to him and the boxer followed closely behind.

"Oh my God it's really you! Hi my name is koyuki, I'm akazas sister in law!" The girl apparently named koyuki shook doumas hand, she was practically gleaming.

"Oh hi koyuki, I'm guessing you already know me since you seem really excited! Are you perhaps a fan? Douma smiled softly, koyuki nodded her head.

"Yes! I watch your performances a lot and it's been my dream to skate like you!" She smiled up at him, a cheerful one she was for someone mostly small.

While koyuki and douma were talking, akaza looked at douma. Well he didn't mean to stare but it was hard to not notice how douma looked less slim then he did before.

Well akaza doesn't have the best of memory so he could be wrong, but then he saw douma wince when koyuki accidentally touched his side.

Douma can't be that sensitive can he?

Before akaza could think too hard, 3 small projectiles launched and latched onto him and koyuki out of nowhere.

"MR FIGHTING BOY!!"

"are you dating Mr douma?"

"Do you like her?"

"Did you kiss him!"

"DO YOU LIKE GUYS??"

"Do you like Mr douma and her?"

Kiyo, naho, and sumi clung to them like tiny press hounds, bombarding him with a bunch of personal questions. Koyuki patted naho's head also trying to calm them down.

Douma gently peeled one child off of akazas leg, humming like a mother at a parent-teacher conference. "Girls, girls — let's not interrogate the poor duo, privacy is a thing."

"Even if it's interesting?" Sumi asked, "especially if it's interesting" douma replied with a wink. Setting the girl down he squat down to their level.

"Hey, how about you show mrs koyuki around the house?" Douma pointed to her, the triplets nodded and grabbed koyuki by the hand and ran off.

Douma stood up again, and glanced at akaza. "Now I wasn't expecting you to come so early, but cmon let's go to the living room." Douma gestured akaza to follow him.

No one was in the living room, since the girls were in the kitchen making milkshakes and the mini girls are giving koyuki a tour and probably playing house or tea party with her.

Douma sat on the soft couch and akaza followed. The start of the conversation was awkward to say the least.

"I want to clear this up. Publicly. A joint statement or something, make it clear it's fake — that it was a misunderstanding." Akaza crossed his arms.

Douma leaned back into the sofa, legs crossed over one another. "You really care that much about what some men think on the Internet??"

"Yes" he said flatly "because unlike you, I dont make a living off of trying to look pretty and dance well for strangers. I've got sponsors, appearances, koyuki's care–"

"And yet you're here, panicking over a little ship post." Doumas voice had a teasing lily, but his eyes were tired. "Do you know how many body pillows Im on? How many death threats I get in my inbox every week? Rape threats from middle aged men with no profile pictures?"

Akaza then tensed. "I don't go crying to manager about it, even if I did then what does that change? People are still gonna do it
and I can't do anything about it" douma laughed.

"So excuse me if I don't leap at the chance to 'clear things up' just because it's messing with your reputation."

Pure silence

Akazas eyebrows furrowed, he hadn't known nor did he expect it. "If it hurts then why even let them do that do you? Why do you even keep on going."

Douma glanced away for a second too long "because if I stop now, they'll find someone thinner, younger, prettier, more graceful, someone who doesn't cry about corsets"

"You know you don't have too–"

Douma slammed his hand on the table "I do akaza. You have koyuki, family, you have a life outside of this industry. I don't, this IS my life."

A pause, well what could akaza say to that? He doesn't really know doumas situation enough or at all even to even think of a response.

Sighing he finally answered "fine, don't clear it up. But don't go blaming me when people keep assuming things"

Douma laughed "they already do! At least you don't get edited into hentai compilations with weird cat filters." Douma joking said, completely oblivious to kiyo standing nearby.

"What's hentai?" Kiyo tilted her head.

"DOUMA..." aoi screamed from the kitchen.

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They did really resolve anything that day.

But koyuki hugged douma goodbye and told him he looked even more beautiful in person. All of the milkshakes were done and akaza surprisingly took one.

He just stood by the front entrance though taking small sips, and he was obviously thinking of him and doumas earlier conversation.

He knew of pressure and how when people usually make sexual or weird things about you when you're famous or popular, it was normal even if the celebrity doesn't realize it.

Akaza did have a few weird memes he saw and a girl saying how he would let him drown her and she would still want him, akaza hadn't saw much of weird things about him but you never really know.

Koyuki walked out, looking pretty happy. "Do you want to leave?" She tilted her head and ith a chocolate milkshake in her hand. "Yeah, I'll get the car started." He didn't even spare her a glance.

Koyuki frowned, looks like the conversation didn't go too well. Before she could worry too much shinobu walked up to her. "Ms koyuki, would you like to be added to our groupchat?"

"Huh?" She was surprised, shinobu gave a soft reassuring smile "kanae and the girls seem to take a liking to you, and your really nice. I feel like we'd be great friends."

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a disturba–" shinobu held her hand "it's okay Ms koyuki, you'd fit right in. If you don't want to be in then that's also okay, I just wanted to ask."

Koyuki's eyes lit up "uhm, of course I want to be apart of the group! Thank you so much for asking" they then exchanged numbers and koyuki quickly made her way to the car waving back at them.

"Bye Ms koyuki! Bye Mr fighting boy!" kiyo yelled waving vigorously along with her two sisters "byeee!!!" They all said as the car drove away

When it was out of sight, th kids went back to playing, while the older ones went directly to douma. He was chewing on the straw of his cherry milkshake thoughtlessly

They all say by him which made him snap back into reality, kanae looked him dead in the eyes "i can tell just by the way you chew on your straw that somethings wrong"

Douma was surprised for a moment before he slumped against the couch "he's so worried about what a bunch of middle aged men have to say on the Internet, then want me to waste my time writing a statement to clear things up. Like if it isn't true then why even care about it"

He lifted his legs to his chest "it felt like he saw me as some body who loves getting attention. he doesn't know what I actually have to go through day to day, my thoughts, my health, he doesn't know anything about me other than what I share and yet what he said still hurt knowing how people actually see me"

Kanao hugged his side, it was comforting "don't worry dodo, whatever happens, we'll be right here with you."

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It was a few days after the encounter, the two left both hurt or annoyed and their relationship was as pretty bad of not downright hostile

And that is not what the butterfly family or koyuki wanted to happen, they were meant to resolve the situation...not make it any worse.

So that's where it lead to them meeting up once again without the two celebrities.

Kanae broke the silence, gently sipping on her glass of water. "That was... Interesting... To say the least" she sighed, tapping lightly on the table.

"They were like cats fighting in the rain" shinobu muttered with her arms crossed "two stubborn cats" aoi added "honestly what's their problem.."

Koyuki, still holding her phone with blurry photos with douma, looked uncertain. "Akaza usually doesn't get like that, hes just – he just doesn't know how to talk about things when it makes him feel anything..."

Kanao raised a brow "and douma seems like he's in a house on fire and acting like everything is fine when it's slowly turning to ash"

"Exactly!" Shinou said "so what if – here me out – we help them get along. Not like force anything romantic, just... Not hate eachother."

"I like that idea!" Koyuki said "we need Intel," shinobu said "tell us everything you know about akaza. Likes, dislikes, triggers and we'll tell about doumas — go!"

𑗋 what akaza likes 𑗋

(According to koyuki)

* rabbits (he finds them calming)

* winter (being hot makes him really uncomfortable)

* fireworks (they remind him of his childhood)

* taking care of people (especially koyuki)

* coffee or any energy drink

* blueberries

* not a fan of plushies (will gist them to someone but doesn't really care about the plushie itself)

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☘︎︎ what Douma likes ☘︎︎

* baggy clothes

* winter as well (he loves the cold)

* sweets and fruits, especially cherries

* plushies (he loves them since they were the only thing he had when he was younger even if they weren't alive)

* foxes (he finds them interesting)

* allergic to wisteria

* he isn't used to talking about his feelings so he prefers to ask about others.

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As they talk about the two rivals, Kanao seems silent like she was thinking. Well she's always silent but it's like she was contemplating on whether she should do something or not.

She nudged kanae who leaned into her as she whispered into her ear, her eyes darken as she glances at the other sisters and they slowly understood. Koyuki sat a bit confused wondering if she did something wrong

"Uhm.. is there something I did? I'm sorry if it offended you guys..." she said hesitantly, aoi quickly patted her shoulder "don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong! It's something else...about Douma.."

Koyuki looked up tilting her head "what about him, did something happen!" She pondered, shinobu straighten her back and looked down. "You love Douma right? Not in like a sexual way but in a fan like way."

"Of course! I have all of his figures and merch?" She smiled, it faltered a bit seeing the sad faces of them. "You know how Douma looks healthy?" Kanao mumbled. Koyuki now looked worried.

"Is he sick?" She blinked, aoi shook her head. "Well he's not sick but...he has an eating disorder." And that made the room go silent, koyuki's eyes widen in shock and confusion "eating disorder... what do you mean!?"

"Douma's manager gave him an eating disorder by making Douma feel like he's fat and he eats to much but it's the opposite. Douma is only ever chubby by genetics, not by overeating. However his manager had manipulated him into feeling insecure of himself and Douma has barely eaten in the past few weeks or probably even months, we really don't know if he's throwing up all the food we force him to eat. At this rate then Douma would pass out mid skating and get hurt" shinobu explained.

Now the silence was really loud, koyuki had a hand over her mouth "I...had no idea" kanae rubbed her arms "yeah he hides it rally well... we didn't tell you earlier because he didn't want akaza to find out, it'd embarrassing for him. So—please don't mention it."

"I promise I won't" koyuki nodded.

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after the sad breakdown they got to business with the triplets involved this time.

Shinobu tapped her pen on the table. "Okay. So here's the plan. We stop trying to shove them into a room to yell at eachother and instead—" "push them forward into smaller moments!" Aoi finished
"Exactly"

Kanae spoke up again "let Douma spend time with koyuki. Akaza might get curious. If he gets jealous, that's his own problem, but he'll notice for sure." This made shinobu laugh

"Passive aggressive emotional strategy, that's interesting." She smirked. "Mr Douma seems to ge..genuinely like Mrs koyuki!" Naho piped in, stammering on a word.

"He asked if she was available but stopped because he might've remembered Mr fighting boy existed!" Sumi added. "Then he asked what Mr fighting boy's favorite color was!"

Everyone except koyuki all blinked.

"Wait really?" Aoi asked, koyuki nodded giggling to herself "yeah he actually did! I forgot about that."

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Operation: FRIENDSHIP!

Step one!
Koyuki hangs out more with Douma.

Step two!
As koyuki and Douma get closer, akaza might get more curious! If he doesn't then koyuki will talk about him more then she already does to make akaza curious!

Step three!
Koyuki baits them into hanging out.

Step four!
If it goes well with no arguments then they would become closer and possibly start opening up to eachother!

Step five!
And then BAM, they understand eachother past and how they work atleast a bit and no more assumptions on eachother life!

YIPPIEEE

Well it's gonna take a while but it might work,

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"And if anything falls!" Kanae smirked "we use guilt and peer pressure!" Shinobu smiles. Koyuki laughs nervously "remind me never to make you two mad..."

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The bell above the café door jingled softly as three of them stepped inside. The place was tiny — only five tables, one barista, and an old fan spinning lazily on the ceiling.

The walls were painted in sun-faded shades of sage and wall tan, and the smell of espresso clung to the air like dust in an old book. Akaza's eyes darted around the room. Small space. Few people. He eased a little.

"God, I love this place." Douma sighed in bliss, koyuki followed close behind him beaming "it's adorable!" She giggles. "I used to come here to hide" Douma said "still do. Nobody comes here. Not even the weirdos."

Akaza huffed under his breath. "Don't say that like you're proud."

They then sat near a window. Koyuki ordered a warm croissant with honey butter. Douma got a slice of strawberry shortcake topped with thick glossy syrup and mint leaf. Akaza only got black coffee, which he downed if like it was water.

Akaza scrolled through his phone, occasionally glancing up. He didn't like this set up. Koyuki sitting by Douma, laughing, leaning in. Douma resting his chin in his hand while smiling at her with those damn eyes.

Still, he stayed quiet. Even if his thumb pressed a little harder against his screen.

"So... tell me about skating?" Douma perked up at koyuki's question, "mmm, it'd like dancing with blades on your feet, but prettier and more complicated."

"that sounds terrifying, I used to skating too actually but when I got sick I had to stop. I forgot how it feels!" Koyuki giggles. "Oh it is! Especially in Competitions, but you forget about danger and it doesn't feel half bad."

After a pause, koyuki leaned in her arms on the table. "What about your childhood?" Douma looked up "hm?" She elaborated "was skating ever apart of it?"

He blinked, his forced hovered mid air before he popped a bite of cake in his mouth, chewed, swallowed. "No actually, I don't remember my childhood mostly." He licked the frosting from his finger.

"I remember my parents looked nothing like me. Black hair and brown eyes. I was always kind of..bright. In color I mean. It was confusing." Koyuki tilted her head "confusing how?"

"Well, people use to come by. A lot. They'd pay my parents just to talk to me about their problems. Or hang out. They always said they liked my eyes and how pretty I was, said I looked like the perfect doll I think."

Akaza's hand froze mid swipe. "Sometimes they'd take me out to restaurants," Douma went on, voice syrupy and light "or bring me toys. Sometimes they'd take pictures of me, normally when I wasn't wearing too much. Sometimes they kissed my cheek and hug or touch me."

Koyuki's blood ran cold, her smile faltered but she forced it back "oh..."

Douma hummed "my dad started seeing multiple other girls. When my mom found out, she stabbed him to death and then killed herself with poison. Then I was in an orphanage, some nice rich woman adopted me. She liked how I looked too but nobody came to the house to do anything with me, which I am happy about because I remember I didn't like when people came."

Akaza's chair creaked. He wasn't scrolling anymore. Koyuki stared, lips parted. She gave akaza a subtle look — something between 'did you just hear that' and 'please say something'

However akaza didn't meet her eyes, his stare was stuck on Douma. "You both look so serious." Douma grinned. "Douma," she had said softly "that...that wasn't normal..."

"wasn't it?" He tilted his head. "No," akaza said his voice low. "Oh." Douma waved his hand. "I don't remember most of it, anyway. It doesn't scar me or anything. I'm fine!"

Koyuki reached out gently snd touched his wrist. "Even if it didn't scar you... it shouldn't have happened. None of that was okay....like at all..."

Douma looked at her hand for a moment, then smiled again but quieter. "I guess, but I don't go through it now so it's fine!" He took another bite.

Outside the window, the sun glared down like a spotlight. Koyuki went back to nibbling her croissant, but the joy was gone from her eyes. Akaza just kept staring at his cup, his fist clenched.

Something inside of him — something small and bitter and hot — was beginning to boil.

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The door clicked shut behind them, koyuki took her shoes off and walked to the kitchen with a distant look in her eyes. Akaza didn't say a word at first.

He tossed his keys in the bowl beside the door, stood there is silence, and stared at nothing. He had a sick feeling. One that crawled up under his skin during that stupid cafe conversation and hadn't stopped itching since.

Koyuki placed her bag on the counter "that... was a lot..." Akaza hadn't realized he had been holding in his breath "koyuki..." He mumbled, his mind was reeling of what douma said.

She turned around, her eyes were already glossy "that wasn't normal right..." Akaza moves stiffly, sitting down at the kitchen table. His fingers digging into his jaw.

"No...no it wasn't..." He mumbled. Koyuki pulled out the chair across from him, sat down slowly, and said nothing for a moment. Then quietly "he said he was still a kid when people came over." Akazas hand curled into a fist.

"I thought he meant like... visitors. Or friends of the family at first," she whispered "but the way he said it. How they'd kiss him. Take him out. Pay to see him. And the part about it getting... physical...?"

"I know." He muttered. There was a tight, heavy silence between them. The kind that wrapped around your throat and squeezed. It wasn't comforting at all.

"I hate that he doesn't even realize what happened." Koyuki said, voice cracking. "Like he really thinks it was just... childhood. Like it was nothing." Akaza grit his teeth "it's not nothing."

He stared down at the table. His coffee stained fingers trembled slightly. "They used him, koyuki. Like he was some kind of pretty little pet. And he still put their smiling and joking like it was a cute story."

"That's what scared me too." She nodded slowly. Akaza ran his hands through his hair and groaned, "I'm going to my room, here let me help you change" akaza stood, helping koyuki up.

They walked to the bathroom, koyuki stared at the ground the whole time. When they got to the bathroom, akaza helped koyuki take off her clothes. Gently pulling her sweater off.

He left and came back with more comfortable clothes for her to sleep in, he helps her put them on and left again to get her medicine. He came back with her medicine and her favorite juice, handing it to her.

She popped the pills in her mouth and downed half of the drink, while akaza had took out her hair and grabbed a brush. He begans to brush her hair, koyuki relaxes a bit.

"Thank you akaza, this helps a bit." She smiled, this was calming compared to earlier. "No need to thank me, I'm just worried how you doing after what happened. That was a lot and wasn't expected..."

Koyuki leaned into akazas touch, her eyes looking at akaza in the mirror "I'm doing alright I promise, I just wasn't expecting to learn that my favorite ice skater to be groomed and exploited when he was a kid by his own parents..."

Akaza pats her head, "yeah...thats scary..." he pins her front hair back into the same hairclip it was in, her small bangs falling back in place "man... I hate my cowlicks..." koyuki frowned.

"would it make you feel better that hakuji told me, when you guys first started dating, that he found them adorable. He was too embarrassed to tell you." Akaza chuckled.

Koyuki flushed pink, she covered her face "I mean... it does make me feel a little better." She murmurs. He helps her up and onto her room. Laying her on her bed.

"I'll be in my room, if you need anything then don't be afraid to call me" akaza turns off the lights and turns on the lamp, the door clicked behind him. Koyuki leaned on her side.

She pulled out her phone and called the butterfly group. It ringed once, twice. And then Kanao picked up.

"Hello?" She said, her voice kind of sleepy. The others started getting on the call as well. "Guys...have you guys ever heard of Douma's past?" Koyuki asked hesitantly

The call went dead silent, after a while shinobu spoke softly "koyuki, did he tell you about it." Koyuki sniffed, rubbing her nose. "Yeah...I wasn't expecting it...at all.. and neither was akaza"

"Wait akaza was there?. Why, I thought that he would be home?" Aoi asked with confusion "well after the incident with me almost getting robbed, he refused to let me go out by myself..." she sighed.

"But really, just dont mention it to himself lot or at all. We're scared that he'll remember something he long has forgotten and his mental health is already as crooked and confusing as his sexuality" kanae warned.

"Okay, that's just why I called. I just wanted to see if you guys knew, I'm sorry if I bothered you guys." Koyuki apologized "koyuki you will never bother us, you're apart of our family now!" Aoi reassured

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The arena lights still buzzed above the rink as douma stood infront of a bunch of reporters, a gold medal hung on his neck. His teammate beside him with copper and gold metals

He should've been glowing

But instead, his eye twitched slightly as the fourth question in a row that had absolutely nothing to do with the competition. He was getting irritated.

"So" the man in the front row asked, pushing up his glasses "about the viral doukaza posts — have you and akaza spoken privately since then? Was it a date?"

His smile didn't crack, but his voice sharpened slightly. "No, it wasn't. That photo was taken completely out of context." Douma persisted.

Another reporter leaned forward "there's been a lot of rumors about the two of you possibly hooking up after the gala. Anything you'd like to share with your fans?"

Douma blinked, caught off guard. He opened his mouth, and then closed it again. "Hooking—?" He coughed in his hand, his cheeks flushing red as he forced out a laugh.

"I'm flattered by your curiosity, but absolutely not! I went straight home after that event" he waved it off. "Do you think akaza is attractive?" Someone from the back yelled over the noise.

His ears went a little pink. He didn't answer. He just looked away, eyes darting for the team manager to signal a wrap–up. But the man just stood there arms crossed. Unmoved.

Of course...

Douma cleared his throat, his tone cool and forced. "I'd appreciate it if we could focus on the sport instead of Internet memes." They moved on reluctantly.

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Douma layed in his bed, fresh out the shower. His laptop propped in the pillow infront him and a cup of water on the desk beside his bed.

He scrolled through his feed, and he said wasnt surprised to see that doukaza was trending again.

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Poliodios_
HE BLUSHED, I REPEAT, HE BLUSHED!!!!

Darwinfan7
him blushing when they asked if he thinks akaza is attractive, ILHSM

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Douma stared at the screen, eyes narrowing.

He had played perfectly today. Landed a quadruple jump sequence that made the crowd stand. He hadn't eaten since yesterdays morning and almost passed out in the dressing room. But he still nailed every movement.

Still smiled, still signed autographs.

And what were they talking about?

Not his technique. Not his chorography.

Not even his health.

Just akaza.

Just the damn post.

He slammed his laptop shut, jaw tense.

Why wouldn't anyone just listen?

He wasn't some blushing anime girl in a mafia boss x servant book. He wasn't INLOVE with akaza. He wasn't some Twink waiting to be kissed behind the bleachers.

He was tired.

He was overworked.

And he was being treated like a prop.

He let his head fall onto his pillow, and he let out a very much needed sigh of pure exhaustion.

Maybe he was blushing.

But not at all because he was inlove.

Because no one ever tried to take him seriously.

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The gym lights buzzed over the arena. The crowd was practically roaring, however akaza didn't hear any of it. He stood in the ring, fists up, heart pounding — but not from adrenaline. From rage.

His opponent didn't stand a chance.

The bell rang.

Akaza came forward like a storm. His strikes were sharper than usual, his movements tighter, more violent. Not because this guy was strong. He wasn't.

But because akaza couldn't stop seeing those damn pictures in his mind.

That stupid interview.

That stupid blush.

That dumb spark in doumas eye.

That wide–eyed expression, like he was happy people were talking about them.

The comments underneath were like gasoline

"The way Douma BLUSHED when asked about akaza?!!!"

"That boy is WHIPPED! you can't convince me otherwise."

"He didn't deny it enough tbh"

The bell rang again.

Match over.

His opponent was on the mast groaning, holding his ribs.

Akaza didn't even wait for the ref to raise his hand. he just stormed out of the ring, ripped off his gloves, and didn't say a word to anyone. He barely heard Muzan yelling something from the sidelines.

Back in the locker room, still sweaty and panting, he slammed his locker shut and pulled out his phone. He didn't even hesitate.

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Koyayki

Koyuki, give me douma's number. You have fruit loops number right?

Why do you need it?

Koyuki.

Fine, you better tell me why when you get home.

Will do

(100) 239-1225

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Akaza pressed the highlighted number. it rang once, twice. Finally he he heard someone speak.

"Hellooo, who is this?" Doumas voice casual. "Douma." Akaza mumbled. "Oh akaza, was it? Why are you calling me right now, did koyuki give you my—"

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Akaza snapped. There was a pause.

Douma was sitting on his dim bedroom, legs tucked under him and his laptop open on his lap. "Excuse me?"

"Your enjoying this or something? Huh?" Akaza growled through the phone "the way you smiled in that interview. The way you blushes like your in the middle of a damn romcom. You like this bullshit?"

Douma frowned slowly "I blushes because I got asked if we fucked, akaza. It caught me off guard." He crossed his arms. He was in disbelief that akaza was mad at him of all people.

"Oh yeah? But you didn't deny it. You never do. Not hard enough. You just let people assume shit while my careers on the line" he blamed.

Doumas tone faltered "I literally said that the post was taken out of context. How the hell am I supposed to deny it even more?" His hand tightening on his phone.

"That's not enough!" Akaza shouted "you know what these people are like! You think this is funny? That all of this is some game where you get attention and I get dragged through the mud?"

There was silence for a moment

Douma finally spoke, his voice unusually cold "you think I like this? You think I'm enjoying getting harassed every damn day? You think I find it funny when I get death threats and rape jokes and edited onto fucking body pillows?!"

"You blushed"

"Because I was embarrassed! Not in love!"

"You sure about that?"

Douma's throat tightened. "You know what? Go to hell"

"You already live there fucking faggot"

And the call ended. Douma sat in the dark, gripping his phone tightly. His hands were shaking. His laptop screen still glowed softly wi5 another headline about the doukaza drama.

He reached up and wiped his face, only to realize he was crying. "What is wrong with me" he mumbled putting his hands on his face, taking a deep breath.

"It's okay, you're fine, stop crying. You've been through worse, don't listen to him. Stop being pathetic, stop being so sensitive" he murmured to himself over and over again, taking deep breaths.

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Akaza sat on the edge of the couch, his leg bouncing rapidly. Koyuki was in the kitchen finishing a warm drink. Her hair was in two buns, and she wore one of hakuji's jackets.

The house was quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the subtle clinking of her spoon against the ceramic mug. He finally said something "I called him"

"Douma?" Koyuki turned her head slightly, already expecting what came next. He nodded, face tense.

"I saw the interview. He blushed. The way he smiled... I don't know what's going on in his head but it made me look like a joke. Like I'm some — some crush he's parading around for clout."

Koyuki slowly walked over and sat down next to him, mug in hand. "So you yelled at him." Akaza exhaled hard. "Yeah, I did." Koyuki put a hand on her face.

"Akaza... did you think about how he feels? Or were you just pissed off because people were speculating again?" She crossed her arms. "Of course I thought about it, but—" koyuki shushed him

"No, you didn't." She said sharply, setting the mug down on the table. "You don't get to act like the victim when you're the one lashing out. He's constantly being harassed alone, and he's probably still hurt from what happened the other day when you left him hanging!"

"I didn't leave him hanging—"

"Akaza!" Koyuki interrupted, seeming more mad this time. "You yelled at him! And I just know you also accused him of liking all this! Of using it!" Akaza's jaw clenched.

He didn't raise his voice "I just" he muttered "I just saw how red his face got. I don't know what's to believe anymore. One second he's acting like none of this matters, and the next he's smiling on camera like it's a joke. Do you want me to just sit there and take it?"

Koyuki rubbed her temple. "He's just as confused as you are. But that doesn't give you the right to act like he's your punching bag." There was a pause. Akaza looked up at her, eyebrows furrowing. "Is there something your not telling me?"

Koyuki's eyes daekened for just a moment. "You know what? Maybe if you knew what kind of hell Douma is actually going through, you'd be quiet and—" she stopped, her words broke off as a sudden cough racked her chest.

"Ko?" Akaza stood up instantly. She tried to wave him off— but it only got worse. Another cough, then another, and then—

Blood.

It splattered into her palm and down the front of her sleeve.

"Koyuki!" Akaaa was at her side before she could even stand up, panic erupted in his chest like wildfire. "Hey—hey! Stay with me. We're going to the hospital!"

"I'm fine," she rasped, even as her vision blurred. "I'm—" "no, your not!" He picked her up and his keys. "We're not losing you!"

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The smell of antiseptic filled the air. The monitor near koyuki's bed beeped steadily. Akaza sat in the chair beside her, his fists clenched, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands.

The doctor had said she was stable. That the capuchins was stress-induced — mixed with her already fragile Immune system. That she needed more rest, not more pressure.

Koyuki opened her eyes again and found him staring at the floor. "Hey.." she said softly. He looked up instantly. "I told you I was fine." She laughed. "You coughed up blood."

She exhaled with a tired smile. "Still not the worst Tuesday I've had." Koyuki shifted, reaching out to take his hand "you're not a bad person, akaza. But you can't let your emotions spiral like this. Not with Douma, not with anyone."

"I didn't mean to..." he looked away. "I know. But next time... ask him what he's feeling. Not what he's thinking, not what he said or didn't say. What he's feeling."

"I'll talk to him again, but I won't yell. I promise" akaza swallowed. Koyuki gave a small node and squeezed his hand. "Good. and sorry I snapped at you like that, I was just mad that you accused Douma."

"It's fine, I deserved it anyway."

Chapter Text

Akaza didn't expect the insect gang or whatever he called them to hear about what he had said to Douma, let alone here that he even spoke to him. But it was half expected with koyuki's mouth.

And now he's sitting in a chair with 4 women and 3 little girls infront him.

"You're going to apologize," aoi said sternly, arms crossed. "No" akaza protested. "Yes." Akaza turned his head sharply only to find Kanao, kanae, and even shinobu blocking the hallway like some kind of coordinated emotional ambush unit.

"Why me! Why are you all acting like I kicked a puppy?"

"You verbally assaulted a sad overworked doll." Shinobu replied with a neutral smile. "Where only here to help you fix it. Unless you'd prefer... a slower, more painful redemption arc!

"...wha–are you threatening me with a plot line?" Akaza looked confused "no i actually threatened you with poison." She said stepping forward. Akaza sighed through his teeth "fine. what do i even do..."

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The shopping bags were cutting into akaza's hands as he tried to balance them all into the front seat of his car. He glanced down at the contents and silently prayed for death.

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Three oversized fox plushies.

A small silver fox pendant on a dainty chain.

A jacket with faux fur ears on the hood

A cherry blossom print pants.

Two soft sweatshirts, both had corny words on it. "Tied and tangled" and "soft but sharp"

A note from akaza that had a whole apology.

And last but not least, a cherry pie which he needs to pick up.

He returned to the shop, trying to seem casual. The old lady behind the counter squinted at him. "Youre the boxer, right?" He nodded slowly. "Buying a cherry pie? Ah, young love." Akaza's ears burned. "It's not like that!"

She just gave him a look, "then why does your face looks like a boy about to confess to his crush? Hmph. Just remember this, young man: if you want love to last, you need loyalty, patience, and a damn spine."

"Miss, I'm trying." Akaza looked away. "Good. Now don't mess it up. Douma is a sweet little angel and I wouldn't be very happy if he fell because of a little guy who can't understand his feelings now."

Akaza didn't respond. He was to busy trying not to melt into the floor.

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Douma blinked at the delivery box like it was going to explode. Inside his apartment, the girls were watching a movie. Kanae peeked over. "Did someone send you something?"

He opened it slowly and froze. The cherry pie sat in the center, with layers of tissue paper beneath it like it was a sacred offering. His rainbow eyes widened as he unwrapped each gift.

"Is that a... fox necklace?" Kanao asked over FaceTime from the butterfly estate. Douma nodded slowly, lips parting. He unwrapped more. The jacket. The blushes. The trinkets. And then...a skirt that looked like sweatpants at first glance?

"Is this a skirt?" He tilted his head. "why is there a skirt in there?" Kanae looked over. "I don't know, whoever sent this must have sent it to the wrong person maybe?"

He found a letter at the bottom, he saw messy and sharp handwritten paragraph.

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Douma,
I still don't understand you, and I don't think you understand me at all either. But yelling at you like that was wrong, I acted like your feelings didn't matter and I'm sorry.
Also, I didn't know what to buy for you, so the butterflies threatened to kill me until u got everything they suggested. Please don't make this harder than it already is.

— Akaza
(P.S. youd look good in those stupid outfits. Probably. Koyuki would love to see them)

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Douma covered his mouth, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. He couldn't help it though. He knew akaza wasn't a complete asshole and the apology was gonna come sooner or later.

However he never expected it to be like this

Later the butterfly sisters phones exploded with images of Douma modeling every outfit with over-the-top poses. In one he wore the "tied and tangled" sweatshirt while clutching his chest. In another, he spun around in the cherry skirt that looked like sweatpants.

It fit nicely but not his style. So shinobu gave it to her friend kyojuro's mother who absolutely loved it.

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Douma gasped dramatically, phone held inches from his face as kanae sat nearby applying hand lotion. "Kanae!" Did you hear about the knew coating challenge?"

"The one where people try to knock each other over while skating beautifully?" She asked, barely looking up. "Yeah I've heard of it, I don't remember to any details though."

"It's basically just ice skating combat! No couples. No blood. If you fall, you lose. It's brutal, barbaric, and it looks SO fun!" Douma fawned. Kanae raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You wanna do it?"

"Duh! I still plan on my regular skating career, obviously—but this will be like... ice skating mortal combat. But with grace of course!" He giggled. She looked up at him.

"So what do we call this knew Douma chapter? 'Elegant violence'?" Kanae hummed in amusement. "Yes. That's the title! That's perfect!" He immediately made a post.

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BREAKING NEWS!
me a kanae will me joining the "knock 'em cold" skating challenge!
Basically just fighting but prettier.
ALSO don't worry! I'll still be doing my regular performances too!
#KnockEmCold #DoumaOnIce #KanaeOnIce

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It was a bright, buzzing afternoon when kanae gently reminded him, "don't forget. Koyuki and akaza are coming today." Douma blinked, mid pirouette. "They are?"

"Koyuki hadn't skated in years ever since she got sick," kanae added, tightening her ponytail. "She really wanted to try again, and akaza used to skate a lot but dropped out so they're both very rusty."

"Oh this will be fun," Douma said with a soft laugh, already glowing with excitement.

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The rink wasn't private— just a well-known, decently busy place— but Douma didn't seem to care, he stood near the edge wearing a long wide jacket, milk blue flared pants, and fox charm in his hair, helping koyuki strap on her skates

"Don't worry," he cooed as she looked unsure, "even if you fall, you'll do it fabulously and one of us would catch ya!" Koyuki giggled, gripping his arm "I hope, I would panick."

Pulling her up gently, him and kanae helped her on the ice. Kanae let her hand onto her arm, helping with her posture and guiding her first steps giving calm precise instructions.

Then came akaza...

He looked at the skates like they personally offended him. "I hate this already" he mumbled. "You haven't even stepped onto the ice," kanae noted. "Exactly." Still he laced them up.

Douma slid up beside him like a cat sensing weakness. "Cmon~ I'll help you! Grab onto my waist." Akaza looked at him confused. "What?" "Grab it! I don't want you dragging me down by my sleeve if you fall" Douma repeated.

Akaza's face flushed red but obeyed, stiffly grabbing doumas waist like he was defusing a bomb. Douma stepped onto the ice and took off slowly, laughing at the way akaza shuffled behind him like a nervous deer.

"Look at you, you're like a baby giraffe first time walking." Douma teased, grin wide. "Say one more thing and I will drag us both down" akaza growled "I just forgot how to skate is all..."

From across the rink, koyuki and kanae were skating together, glancing over and stiffing giggles. Koyuki snapped a photo of Douma and akaza and whispered, "I'm sending this to the group chat,"

"Before you do that, send it to me first!" Kanae said, smirking. "This is gold."

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All around the, the public milled about, some sneaking glances. A few phones came out. Someone was recording Douma and akaza's clumsy partnership. But none of the four noticed. Or if they did, probably didn't care.

Because in that moment, laughter rang louder than whispers. And for once, none of them were thinking about past arguments, viral rumors, or the weight of their personal battles.

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The video had been up for less than 3 hours when it blew up.

It started simple: a 38 second clip of akaza couching douma's waist like a life raft while they wobbled around the rink, douma laughing freely. Then in the background, koyuki and kanae suddenly slipped and fell into a tangled heap.

Not only that but when akaza and douma got closer, koyuki reached up, and shoved akaza right into the ice out of sheer sibling like revenge. Everyone burst out laughing. Cue chaos.

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"WAIT IS THAT AKAZA AND DOUMA SKATING TOGETHER??"

"that girl who pushed akaza is so petty i love her!! Are they dating??"

"The random girl in the video is koyuki, i looked her up! She had a small acc."

"GUYS HEAD ME OUT! akaza x Douma x the mysterious girl"

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And then there was koyuki's DMS and comments...

"You whore."

"I hope you choke on your little bakery treats."

"Kys"

"Akaza deserves better."

"PICK ME."

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And koyuki just stared at her screen in disbelief  "there's no way..." she muttered. She placed the rag down and took a deep breath, hearing the doorbell ring and stood straighter.

"Coming." She yelled, walking over to the door. Koyuki opened the door, expecting a package or delivery man or even kanae or Douma. No. It was hakuji.

She gasped and practically leaped at him before she could greet her, "hakuji!! I forgot you were coming this week!" She hugged his neck tightly, hearing chuckled, wrapping his hands around her waist picking her up.

"Well I'm here now! It's so nice to see you again my love!" He spun her around as they laughed and giggled, she kissed all over his face. Not noticing akaza coming in from his room.

"Woah, hakuji, you came earlier than expected" he walked over, ruffling hakuji's hair. He set koyuki down but kept hugging her, "still can't put the pink hair dye down I see" he cackled.

"You leave my hair dye alone, I like it pink." Akaza huffed.

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Akaza sat nearby koyuki and his twin brother on the couch. The vibes was, less "funny internet moment" and more "public relations disaster meets family sitcom."

"I TOLD you not to post anything with my pace in it..." akaza muttered. "I didn't, it was a stranger at the rink who recorded it and none of us knew." Koyuki said exasperated.

"Damn," hakuji mumbled scrolling "they got you, koyuki. And Douma in a love triangle-square-hexagon situation..." he grinned leaning over and nudged his bother "you and Douma would make a cute couple though."

WHAP
a pillow collided with his face.

"Shut your fucking ass up." Akaza turned away. Koyuki chuckled softly, but her phone buzzed again. She sighed, setting it down on the table. "People found me, it's not your fault but... you were right to keep me off your page."

"I'm sorry, I should've told you not to skate in public with me" Akaza rubbed his eyes. "You're not blaming me, are you?" She asked, side eyeing him. "No im blaming them!" He gestured at the screen.

"They've got whole conspiracy therios. One person said Douma and I are secretly married and you're just... our mutual side piece." Koyuki snorted "Excuse me?"

"Swear to god." He showed her the post.

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Ifthesh0efits_
doukoyaza is real. They all live together in secret, akaza's just a decoy. Douma and koyuki are the real couple.

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"Akaza's the decoy?" Hakuji said, trying not to laugh "imagine being downgraded." Akaza gave him a look "your literally my clone, we're practically the exact same"

"Except I'm nicer."

"Except your bitcher"

"Except you can't control your anger issues."

"Except your so dumb that you can't understand all your planets"

"Bitch that was is 7th grade!"

"I think if you were a 7th grader then you should know that Pluto is a dwarf planet and isn't considered a planet."

"It has planet in it's name for a reason so technically—"

"Boys!" Koyuki snapped

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Douma sat cross legged on the floor with stuffed fox plushies in his lap, watching his name trend. He scrolled through memes of himself and akaza skating, laughing. Then paused at one.

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"He blushed again, it's SOOOO obvious..."

"I think he's in a throuple!"

"He definitely fell on purpose so akaza could land on him."

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Douma stared at his phone, "now what the hell is wrong with these people."

Chapter Text

Ding-dong.

The chime echoed through the quiet apartment. Hakuji looked up from the couch, mildly annoyed that his favorite hoodie got stolen by his wife that morning.

Grumbling softly, he shuffled to the door and opened it. Douma stood on the other side, beaming with small box of strawberry mochi and two iced machas balanced on top.

There was a long pause, doumas dace scrunched up a bit as if he was thinking "Akaza..? Did you dye your hair black or something? And you have less tattoos..?"

"No." Hakuji stared blankly. "What?" Douma still seemed to not get it "I'm hakuji, akazas twin brother." Hakuji swayed to the side crossing his arms, his head cocked to the side.

"Ohh, okay. That explains a lot then" douma steps inside. "Explains the appearance?" Hakuji raised an eyebrow. "Explains how you didn't slam the door shut when you saw me." Douma explained.

At that moment, akaza rounded the corner from the hallway behind him, holding a towel around his neck and immediately started glaring at douma when he came into sight.

"Douma WHY are you here right now." He growled, "you never told me you had a twin." Douma dodged the question. "You never asked—wait answer me first!"

Hakuji closed the door and walked back to the couch without any interest of being involved, going back to cuddling with his partner.

"I'm not here for YOU, I'm here for her" douma gestured to koyuki. "I came to ask you two things" he said handing one of the drinks he had to her.

"First off, are you okay?" Douma asked her, voice turning unexpectedly sincere and worried "I saw the comments and I saw what you sent in the group chat."

"I know people on the Internet are stupid and have zero braincells—seriously, someone said your secretly my wife now???—but I figured I should check in."

Koyuki blinked, clearly touched. "Thank you, im doing okay so it's no need for you to worry. Those things don't affect me too much, it's just silly little comments anyway."

Douma smiled, patting her head and only stopping when he noticed hakujis 'back the fuck off' look. He straightened up and set the mochis infront them.

"Second— there's this new skating thing that's getting traction, it's like... Ice skating of course but fighting! The first person to hit the ice first loses!" Douma says sipping his drink.

"That sounds illegal." Akaza gave him a flat stare, "NOBODY was asking for your opinion akaza, but no it's not illegal. The rules are no couples, and draw blood and disqualified" douma snapped at him.

"What's wrong with couples being on there?" Koyuki asked. "They say couples go easy on each other, I could never though, I'd body slam kanae if she wasn't fast!" Douma giggled.

"You and this kanae person are dating?" Hakuji looked up "ah no! She's actually my very best friend, I just said that as a joke!" Douma waved his hand.

Koyuki raised a concerned brow. "Are you sure that this is a good idea? You could get hurt or even worse." She took a bite out of the mochi.

"I'll be fine! And kanae already signed us up so theres no turning back now." Douma smiled innocently. "At least wear the protective gear. If anything happens, we will be the ones stressing " she gave a small giggle.

Douma nodded solemnly, then sat on the side of her and looked between akaza and hakuji again. "Still can't believe you were born twice." He crossed his legs. "Mom had a type, i guess." Hakuji muttered

Douma tilted his head again, then got up just to confirm. "You're definitely still shorter than me though, akaza too" akaza instantly got annoyed "I will punt you across this room"

Douma ignored that. "Speaking of akaza, I need to talk to you." Without waiting for an answer he grabbed akaza's wrists and dragged him out the door as koyuki and hakuji watched.

"What happened?" He asked, "akaza's quick anger happened" she said patting his back.

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Meanwhile outside, Douma crossed his arms and wasn't looking at akaza. "Well, what did you drag me out here for without my consent!?" Akaza snapped.

Douma was silent for a little bit before finally speaking, "I came here to say thank you, I've never gotten a gift like that or an apology gift in a while, I was expecting you to apologize but wasn't expecting that."

Akaza paused, seeing the smile that Douma was hiding. He felt weird, like a —whole butterflies in stomach and his heart beating only slightly faster— kind of weird.

His face felt warm, scratch that, his entire body suddenly felt warm. Feeling a hot feeling in his chest. he knew it wasn't anger, wasn't what anger felt like. It was like a good feeling so maybe he was happy?

Thinking about it makes him so confused alone.

"Uh— of course I would send an apology... I'm not a complete asshole" he stuttered. "Also im sorry about my friends, there just worried for me that's all. I hope they didn't threaten you too much." Douma turned towards him.

Doumas smile was light, you can see his impacted canines teeth. "That's all, tell koyuki I said bye and I left." He turns away and walks out, leaving akaza practically spasming.

Akaza finally let out a breath that he hadn't been realizing he been holding, his back hitting the wall as he dragged a hand over his face and into his hair tugging it slightly.

"What is wrong with me..."

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5e sun hasn't even fully risen yet when kanae and Douma stepped onto their private rink. The place was quiet except for the hum of the cooling systems and the occasional scrape of skates against the ice.

They had the arena to themselves for a little while — just enough to warm up and scheme. Douma skated backward lazily as kanae glided beside him, arms crossed "so what's the plan if someone swings at you full force?"

"Easy. I dodge like I'm in a romance anime and they confessed in public" he jokes "you're so unserious" kanae giggled "I'm so serious," Douma smirked, spinning once before stopping smoothly beside her.

"This is just a sport of precision, reflex, and a hint of sabotage." He said spinning "You sound like shinobu," kanae said, nudging him gently with her elbow. "I'll take that as a compliment!" He beamed.

After they finished practicing dodged, turns and little flourishes to charm the crowd, kanae ushered Douma off the ice and into the prep room, dragging him to a mirror and surrounded by vanity lights.

"Sit," she ordered. Douma flopped into the chair like a doll. "Are we doing full glam?" Kanae shook her head "no, just enough to bring out your eyes, you want people to be terrified and enchanted."

Light foundation, a touch of shimmer in the inner corners of his eyes. A sharp wing on each lid, but not too dramatic. Just enough to accentuate the eerie perfection of his opal like irises.

Douma blinked a few times when she was done. "Oh my god, I'd date me!" Kanae snorted "you already would."

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The rink was filled with cheers and the crackling of static of the announcers voice. "And entering the rink, skating like a glittering fox of chaos— DOUMA!!"

Douma shot onto the ice in a custom outfit: a flowy fox like top with a lot of crystals with long tails trailing behind him like a foxes tail, his skates and gloves had ring stars pinned to them.

His opponent — a cocky newcomer from Osaka — grinned smugly as he entered. Big build. Heavy feet. Probably relying purely on brute strength...
Then the whistle blew.

At first, it looked like Douma was just spinning — gracefully dodging every attempt the other made to grab or knock him down. The crowd laughed and clapped when Douma twirled past a particularly aggressive lunge.

But then the strategy became obvious. Every time the opponent lunged, Douma baited him a little closer to the edge. One mistake, one sharp turn.

The opponent lunged again, arms swinging wide to knock him off balance. But Douma ducked, grabbed the back of his top and pulled. The guy lost his footing and he hit the ice with a slam.

DOUMA WINS.

somewhere in the crowd. Koyuki sat up in the stands beside hakuji, bundled up in a fluffy white jacket with a snowflake to the zipper, as soon as the match ended, she bounced in her seat, clapping excitedly.

"He did it!" She gasped, eyes lighting up. "He actually did it!" Hakuji smirked, resting his chin on his hand. "He caught like a drag queen with pure vengeance."

"That's his superpower!"

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It didn't take long for social media to explode.

Kiyahii!!
HIS MAKEUP IS SNATCHED, I NEED A TUTORIAL!

Im_so_PRADA0
I can't imagine the embarrassment his opponent had💔

Xx_starface_xX
THIS MAN DIDNT BREAK A SWEAT...

and of course, it can never behave

Hitch_1_hike
Akaza  better watch out, the next thing Douma slams is him.

DontYouNoticeH0w?
DOUMA IS TAKING NOTWS FROM HIS HUSBANDDDDD!

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Just minutes father Douma had finished his post-match interview — still riding the high of his dramatic win and the crowds roaring cheers — his phone buzzed.

Suprisingly it was a text from akaza?

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Suspiciously probably homosexual boxer

Hey congrats, you were really good for someone who doesn't fight, I didn't expect you to grab him like that lol

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Douma blinked at the message. His heart fluttered — unexpectedly, sharply. He reread it once. Then twice. There wasn't even a little heart emoji or a teasing insult. Just a real compliment. From akaza?

His face instantly warmed. Uh oh. Kanae caught the expression from where she was slipping on her skates. "Someone's texting you with a stupid smile." She jokes.

"Shut up," Douma mumbled, but the way that his lips curled into a grin gave everything away.

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Kanae's skating p-fight match was a bit more elegant than doumas. Less chaos, more strategy. The way she glided on the ice had a dancers precision — graceful but quick. Her opponent never stood a chance.

When the bell rang, announcing her win, Douma leaped over the gate and nearly slipped himself running across the ice. He caught her mid skate and spun her around dramatically "you're a menace to ice society too!"

As he set her down, shinobu, aoi, Kanao, and the triplets rushed forward, hugging kanae with cheers and praise. The moment was golden, glowing. The butterflies always looked beautiful in celebration.

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"Kanae promised but she's busy right now!" Naho pouted. "Yeah, we wanted to skate with BOTH of you!" Kiyo crossed her arms. "We even wanted to wear the matching earmuffs you gave us!" Sumi added.

Douma blinked, glanced at koyuki, then snapped his fingers. "I have an idea! Koyuki will be your stand in butterfly." Koyuki tilted her head a big "are you sure Douma?"

"You're graceful and terrifying when needed, perfect substitute!" Douma booped her nose. "Alright. Girls, let's make some icy memories!" Koyuki giggled.

They all jumped in joy

"HOORAAYYYY!"

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The staking rink was public once again, this time because all of the private ones were already reserved for someone else for a bit. But just because it ain't private doesn't mean it ain't fun.

Within 2 minutes, the 5 of them were sliding across the ice. Koyuki was suprisingly nimble for someone who hasn't skated in like a long time, helping the triplets balance while Douma showed up just enough to make them laugh.

"DO THE SPINN!!" Kiyo shouted, "which one, the dramatic one or the near death one?" Douma grinned. "BOTH" they all screamed in unison as koyuki laughed watching them closely.

Meanwhile, hakuji stood by the bleachers in a thick hoodie, sipping from a hot drink, expression unreadable. He didn't skate — never liked it — but he stayed to make sure koyuki didn't overexert herself.

Since his attention was all on koyuki, he didn't notice that someone was recording with their phone.

And of course...comments erupted.

goobig00b
WAIT. DOUMAS MARRIED?

Venti_expr0ss
HE NEVER TOLD US HE HAS KIDS?

BBI0$$
isn't that the same women from the clips with akaza and Douma?

Star*cat
WAITTT, I think doumaxkoyuki is growing on me????

It didn't help that hakuji looked exactly akaza minus the pink. Fans were practically zooming in, comparing faces, making charts. Now even regarding anything.

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Douma sat on his bed with his knees pulled to his chest, phone clutched in both hands as his eyes scanned the trending page.

#IceDadDouma

#DoumaFamilyMan

#DoumaTripets

One video in particular had millions of views already. Grainy footage of him skating with koyuki and the triplets, laughing as he spun around Sumi, then catching naho before she slipped, then Kiyo clinging to his back like a koala

The comments were still going in.

Vivurraa_
Their babies are so well behaved AWHHHH!

dannx
He lowk looks hot with kids...

Bigspiderr_
I NEED WEDDING PICTURES.

His stomach sank.

The last thing he wanted was for the triplets to get swarmed in trouble, especially when they weren't involved in any of this. Or even koyuki getting harassed again, she's already gotten enough from the last post that went viral.

He quickly opened his social media and began typing out a post. Once is was proofread (twice) and cleared out with kanae, he posted it all over his platforms.

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Paradise.douma
"Hey everyone. Just to clear things up: no I'm not married, no those kids aren't mine, and please do not harass or approach them in public. They're sweet kids and it was a fun skating trip, nothing more. Please respect their privacy and that includes koyuki's too. Thanks."

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after a while of it being there, he exhaled in relief as people started replying. It made him feel better for about maybe two seconds before his manager stormed in the room and slammed a folder down onto the table.

"You gained a pound." He growled. "What?" Douma blinked. "A pound, Douma one. That's not muscle, that's weight." his manager crossed his arms, tapping his foot. "Okay..?" He tiled his head in confusion.

"No, not okay. You're supposed to follow the damn diet. I told you no sugar, no late night snaking, and no lunch on recovery days." His manager tossed the tablet on the table and jabbed at the corner.

"I forgot the diet—"

"You always forget! You're skating infront of cameras, millions of will see your face, your stomach, your angles!" Douma shrank slightly, his earlier relief fading. "It's just one pound."

His manager scowled "and that's how it starts. If you don't want to look like a damn hippo in your interview, you'll skip lunch and probably dinner too. Do you understand?"

Douma didn't answer. He only nodded, his jaw tight, his eyes duller than they were a minute ago. The door slammed behind his manager, silence rang in the aftermath.

He looked back at his phone. The sweet comments, the likes, the encouragement, the tiny heart beside koyuki's name. But none of it stopped the voice echoing in his head.

"Hippo"