#Obey Me! Kobashigawa Akatsuki

[grey-eyed-menace]

Dunno, thought it was cute.

Minato is Akatsuki's older brother who was raised by their maternal relatives, with Akatsuki being raised by their paternal family, and is technically apart of the madness that is Mankai, by virtue of being Izumi's boyfriend of three years in most of my drafts, (they got together during college, which was before Mankai for them), and their music nerd with the degree to put it to use.

Akatsuki knows jack shit about him, and the last time either of them saw each other was when they were three and eight, Minato on the other hand has been looking for her since she hit eighteen, and their paternal grandmother, Hinata, threw the mother of all bitch fits when she grabbed her shit and left the moment after her high-school graduation.

As an aside, she's barely aware he's still alive, and Masumi's crush expands to both Izumi and Minato.

[Mammon has no fucking clue who he is because, surprise, surprise, Akatsuki hasn't ever made mention of the brother she may or may not have, who might not still be alive as of her merry jaunt into hell.]

[grey-eyed-menace]

Akatsuki raises herself upwards, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he leans down, considerably to meet her, and, really, it's a common thing, to see her stretching as far as humanely possible just to graze the spine of a book, to catch at the end of a light fixture, or to even simply climb up onto something.

What isn't quite so normal, is the way Lucifer wraps an arm around her hips, and pulls her upwards, until he's holding her like some sort of newborn, one arm under her thighs, supporting her, and the other, wrapping firmly around her waist to pull her close.

It's awkward, they both know this, with the way she has to wrap her legs around him to get a firm grip, and the way they're still not quite at face level with each other.

And in the wake of everything that has happened... that will happen...

Yet...

"I love you," it's brushed against the side of his jaw, softly, a secret shared in such a moment of vulnerability, as Akatsuki presses her lips to just under his ear.

To say such a thing despite it.

A hum of acknowledgement, low, and rumbling, and situated somewhere in the depths of his chest, Lucifer presses his lips to the side of her head.

His response is even quieter, barely air passed over teeth and tongue, but the way she clings to him, just that much more, he knows she's heard him.