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King's Game

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64318234

A simple game takes an unexpected turn, leaving Aikyan and Rikako flustered—and maybe feeling something more.

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The group had just finished rehearsing at the dance studio, and now they were all gathered in the dressing room, changing into their casual clothes. After freshening up, they settled down on the sofas and chairs, taking a well-earned break.

As they relaxed, Anchan suddenly perked up with an idea. "Since we're done with rehearsals for the week, why don’t we celebrate a little? Let’s play the King’s Game!" she suggested with a grin.

"King’s Game?" Arisha raised an eyebrow.

Shuka, already intrigued, smirked. "Sounds fun! I’m in!"

Rikako let out an exaggerated sigh. "Of course, if it’s Anchan, you’d be in."

Shuka flushed slightly and scratched the back of her head.

"But fine, I’ll join too," Rikako added, crossing her arms.

"Great! That’s three of us," Anchan said, looking around. "How about the rest of you?"

Arisha shrugged. "Yeah, okay."

"We’re in!" Ainya chimed in, nudging Suwawa.

"I didn’t say anything," Suwawa murmured, but after a beat, she nodded. "Sure."

"Yeah, why not?" Furirin said with a casual shrug.

Kinchan grinned mischievously. "I’m in—but only if we drink while playing! It'll be way more fun!"

"Ohhh, now we’re talking!" Aikyan's eyes lit up. "If there’s drinking, I’m definitely in!"

Rikako shot them both a look. "You two drunkards…"

Anchan laughed. "Alright, alright! It would be more fun with drinks."

"Great! Aikyan and I will go buy some," Kinchan declared, already standing up and grabbing Aikyan by the arm. "You guys get the game ready!"

"Wait, why are we the ones stuck setting everything up—" Furirin started to complain, but before she could finish, the two had already dashed out the door.

"Wha—those two ran away!" Furirin huffed, making the others burst into laughter.

"Just let them be," Anchan said, shaking her head in amusement.

Arisha smirked. "At least we don’t have to pay for the drinks."

"Oh, that’s right!" Furirin perked up.

"Now, while we wait, let’s get everything ready," Anchan clapped her hands. "We’ll need sticks for the game, and let’s move the chairs and sofas into a circle so we can all see each other."

The group got to work rearranging the space, setting up the sticks, and making sure everything was in order. As they busied themselves, Rikako found her gaze lingering on the door where Aikyan and Kinchan had disappeared. She felt a little… something. A feeling she couldn't quite put a name to.

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After a while, everything was set up—the seating arranged in a circle, the sticks prepared. Just then, the door swung open, and Kinchan and Aikyan walked in, carrying plastic bags filled with beer cans.

"We’re back!" Kinchan announced triumphantly.

"Looks like you guys got everything ready!" Aikyan added, glancing at the setup with an approving nod.

"Yup! Now hand out those drinks so we can start," Anchan grinned.

Kinchan and Aikyan distributed the drinks, then took their seats. Aikyan plopped down between Furirin and Kinchan, while Rikako ended up sitting on the opposite side, flanked by Anchan and Shuka. Suwawa, Ainya, and Arisha occupied the remaining spots.

Anchan held up the nine sticks in her hands, shuffled them, and extended them toward the group. "Alright, everyone, pick one!"

Each of them grabbed a stick, glancing at their numbers.

"So, who’s the King?" Anchan asked, scanning the room.

Arisha looked at her stick and smirked. "Oh? Looks like it’s me."

"Ooooh, what’s the King’s order?" Furirin asked, leaning forward.

Arisha tapped a finger against her chin, thinking. "Hmm… okay. Whoever I pick has to waddle like a penguin for 15 seconds."

Kinchan chuckled. "Oh, we’re already starting strong."

Shuka smirked. "Alright, what number are you choosing?"

Arisha’s eyes gleamed. "Number 7!"

The group exchanged glances, searching for the unlucky number holder. After a brief pause, Ainya let out a sigh and slowly raised her stick. "…It’s me."

Shuka immediately burst out laughing. "Nya-chan?! Oh, this is perfect for you! You already walk like that!"

"Hey! I do not!" Ainya protested, pouting as the others laughed.

"Come on, rules are rules," Rikako grinned. "Stand up and do what the King says!"

Ainya groaned but stood up.

"Alright, let’s count her down!" Furirin announced.

As Ainya reluctantly started waddling like a penguin in the center of the circle, the entire room erupted into laughter. They counted down together—"Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen…"—giggling at Ainya’s exaggerated movements. By the time they reached "one," even Ainya couldn’t hold back her own laughter as she stumbled back to her seat.

"Give it up for Ainya!" Anchan cheered, leading the group in a round of applause.

Still chuckling, Ainya shook her head. "I do not walk like that!"

Shuka gave her a teasing grin. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, penguin-chan."

The game had only just begun, but already, the room was filled with warmth, laughter, and the kind of playful chaos that made these moments so memorable.

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Anchan shuffled the sticks again, her grin widening with excitement. "Alright, next round! Pick your sticks, everyone!"

The group eagerly reached out, each taking a stick and glancing at it while keeping it hidden. Anchan clapped her hands together. "Okay, who's the king this time?"

Furirin looked at her stick, then raised it with a smirk. "Oh, it's me!"

Aikyan leaned forward, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Are you gonna request something funny?" she teased.

Furirin tapped her chin in thought. "Hmm… I might."

Kinchan laughed. "Make them do a flip or something!"

Rikako, on the side, immediately groaned. "Please, no."

That made the others burst into laughter.

Arisha raised an eyebrow. "So, what do you want them to do?"

Furirin snapped her fingers as an idea hit her. "I want them to make me laugh!"

Shuka chuckled. "That sounds easy enough. Who’s gonna do it?"

Furirin scanned her stick before declaring, "Number 2!"

The group exchanged glances. Suwawa asked, "So who's number 2?"

Kinchan shot up from her seat, eyes glinting with excitement. "Me!"

Aikyan took a sip of her beer and grinned. "Oh, this is gonna be good."

Rikako smirked. "For sure."

Anchan leaned forward. "So, they'll stop once you laugh, right?"

Furirin nodded, her face completely serious.

Kinchan stretched dramatically, took a long sip of her drink, and then stood before Furirin. "Alright, prepare to laugh so hard your stomach hurts."

Furirin maintained her stone-faced expression. "Bring it."

Kinchan immediately launched into a barrage of ridiculous faces, each one more exaggerated than the last. The room erupted in laughter, but Furirin held firm, determined not to crack.

Then Kinchan grabbed two Pocky sticks from the snack pile, stuck them in her mouth like oversized buck teeth, and made the most absurd face imaginable.

That was it. Furirin burst into laughter, tears forming in her eyes. "I—I can't! It's too funny! Your face, Kinchan!" she gasped between fits of laughter.

Kinchan dramatically bit off the Pocky "teeth," chewed them, and casually sat back down. "Easy peasy."

The others were still struggling to breathe from laughing.

Rikako wiped away a tear. "That was hilarious."

Suwawa shook her head in amazement. "I didn't even know a face like that was possible."

Ainya clutched her stomach. "My sides… oh my god…"

The game continued, each round filled with laughter and ridiculous dares. After several turns, Anchan finally became the king for the first time. The moment she saw her stick, she shot up from her seat. "Yes! Finally!"

Rikako crossed her arms. "So, Anchan, since you've been waiting for this… what are you making us do?"

Anchan smirked, scanning the room. "Since we've been playing it safe, why don’t we spice things up a little?"

The group immediately tensed.

Suwawa narrowed her eyes. "What kind of 'spicy' are we talking about?"

Anchan ignored the nervous glances and declared, "Number 5, show yourself!"

Shuka hesitated. "Wait, you're not even gonna say what they'll have to do first?"

Anchan grinned wider. "Nope. That’s what makes it fun."

Rikako exhaled before raising her stick. "Me."

Anchan’s smirk deepened. "Perfect! Riko-chan, now choose: number 8 or number 3."

Rikako eyed her suspiciously. "Why? What happens if I pick one?"

Anchan’s grin turned mischievous. "Well… whoever you pick, you have to kiss~"

Rikako nearly choked. "Kiss!? Like where!?"

Anchan pretended to think. "Hmm, well… One is a kiss on the cheek. The other… is on the lips~"

The room erupted in protests.

Arisha blinked. "Wait, what!? That's a little…"

Shuka shifted uncomfortably. "Y-yeah, I think that’s a bit much… We are an idol group."

Anchan waved them off. "What? We’re all girls here. Just a simple peck. No tongue—unless you want to, then—"

"Anchan!" Rikako cut her off, her face burning.

Furirin smirked. "You really cranked up the heat, huh?"

Kinchan groaned. "I suddenly don’t wanna play anymore."

Ainya nodded. "Same."

Meanwhile, Aikyan, who had been silent the whole time, simply sipped her drink, her grip slightly tightening on her stick.

Shuka, still nervous, whispered, "Rikako, just pick so we can get this over with."

Anchan leaned forward, voice teasing. "Yeah, come on! 8 or 3?"

Rikako swallowed, feeling trapped under the weight of everyone's expectant stares. "I pick…"

Silence.

"Number 8."

A sharp gasp escaped from Shuka as she jumped slightly. Everyone turned to her.

Anchan smirked. "Great! That means the kiss is on the lips, not the cheek!"

Rikako’s eyes widened in horror. "W-wait, at least it’s Shuka, right!?"

Everyone turned to Shuka.

Shuka immediately shook her head. "N-no, I’m not 8!"

Rikako froze. "Huh?"

Furirin narrowed her eyes. "Then why did you react like that?"

Shuka blushed. "I was just relieved, okay?! I thought she was gonna pick 3!"

The room fell silent again.

Then Arisha hesitantly asked, "…So who is 8?"

Aikyan, who had been quiet this entire time, slowly raised her stick. "...Me."

Rikako's heart skipped a beat. She stared at Aikyan, her face rapidly heating up.

Ainya grinned. "Ohh~ You were fine with kissing Shuka, but now you're nervous with Aikyan?"

Rikako sputtered. "N-no! It's not like that!"

Aikyan gave a small chuckle and shook her head. "It’s okay. If you don’t want to, I’ll take the punishment for both of us."

Anchan pouted. "Aw, no fun."

Rikako hesitated, guilt flickering in her eyes. "No, um… It’s fine. I’ll do it."

Aikyan blinked, caught off guard. "You sure?"

Rikako, still blushing furiously, nodded, determined. "S-so… come here."

Aikyan’s fingers tightened slightly around her stick before she slowly stood up, her cheeks tinged with pink, took a deep breath before stepping forward. The room fell into an expectant hush as she approached the center where Rikako was waiting. Neither of them could meet the other’s gaze, both visibly flustered.

Ainya, barely able to contain her excitement, grinned. “Don’t just stand there, you two! Do something!”

Suwawa chuckled beside her. “You sure are enjoying this.”

Aikyan cleared her throat awkwardly. “S-So, uh… how do we…?”

Rikako, her face burning, turned away. “I-I don’t know…”

Aikyan hesitated, shifting on her feet. “Do you want me to kiss you? Or… will you do it?”

Rikako swallowed hard. “I-I think I’ll do it…”

Slowly, she lifted her head—and found Aikyan already watching her. Their eyes met for the first time, and Rikako’s breath hitched. The intensity in Aikyan’s gaze made her heart race. In a panic, she quickly lifted a hand, covering Aikyan’s eyes.

“C-Can you not stare, Kobayashi?” she stammered.

Aikyan blinked behind Rikako’s palm before letting out a soft chuckle. “O-Oh. Uh… okay. I’ll close my eyes.”

Rikako hesitated a moment before lowering her hand. “Thank you…”

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Placing her hands gently on Aikyan’s shoulders, she tiptoed, closing her eyes tightly as she leaned in. Her heart pounded against her ribs, her breathing uneven as she felt the warmth of Aikyan’s presence just inches away.

Then, finally, their lips met.

A soft, chaste kiss.

The room erupted into squeals and gasps. Ainya was practically bouncing in place, clutching her phone excitedly.

Aikyan barely had time to process before Rikako moved again—this time, her lips lingering a little longer. She pressed against Aikyan with slightly more pressure, testing, exploring.

Aikyan’s mind blanked. Her lips… they’re so soft…

At first, it was just a light brush, but then Rikako surprised even herself—she started to gently nip at Aikyan’s lower lip, her breath hitching as the sensation sent a shiver down her spine.

Aikyan felt her own pulse quicken. Is she… kissing me more?

Anchan, laughing nervously, clapped her hands together. “O-Okay! I think that’s long enough! Next—”

But before she could finish, and Aikyan could pull away, Rikako suddenly wrapped her arms around Aikyan’s neck, stopping her and pulling her in for a deeper kiss.

Aikyan’s eyes widened in shock, but the warmth, the softness, the way Rikako’s lips molded so naturally against hers—it felt too good. Without thinking, Aikyan surrendered to the moment. She tilted her head slightly, her hands finding their way to Rikako’s waist, fingers gripping the fabric of her clothes as she pulled her closer.

Then, instinctively, Aikyan parted her lips and deepened the kiss.

A small sound escaped Rikako—something between a sigh and a quiet moan— as Aikyan’s tongue brushed hesitantly against her lower lip. And without even realizing it, Rikako let her in, welcoming Aikyan’s warmth as her fingers gripped the fabric of Aikyan’s jacket.

Their breaths mixed, the kiss deepening, growing warmer, more intoxicating. Aikyan's hold on Rikako tightened, and Rikako found herself melting into it. Her fingers curled against Aikyan’s neck, her knees threatening to buckle under the overwhelming rush of emotions flooding through her.

The rest of the room?

Completely frozen.

Furirin immediately covered Shuka’s eyes. “Shield your eyes, Shuka!”

Kinchan coughed. “Uh… guys?”

Suwawa raised an eyebrow. “Whoa.”

Arisha, still in shock, turned to Anchan. “This is your fault, you know.”

Anchan blinked rapidly, looking just as stunned. “I-I was expecting, like, a peck. You know, like how people greet each other in other countries!”

Meanwhile, Ainya was practically in heaven. “THIS IS AMAZING!” she cheered, recording everything on her phone.

Shuka, eyes still covered, asked, “W-What do we do now?”

Arisha shook her head in disbelief. “Maybe it’s just the alcohol…”

“Maybe,” Suwawa muttered, but even she didn’t sound convinced.

Then—

A small sound escaped Rikako’s lips.

A quiet, breathy “Mmh…”

That was when it hit her.

Her eyes snapped open. Wait. What—

Realization crashed down on her like a tidal wave.

They were in the middle of the room. In front of everyone. And she was—

Immediately, Rikako shoved Aikyan away.

Hard.

Aikyan stumbled backward, landing on the couch with a thump. Her head was spinning, her breathing ragged, her lips still tingling from the kiss. She looked up at Rikako, eyes dazed, face flushed, and whispered, “W-What…?”

Rikako was equally breathless, immediately covered her mouth with the back of her hand, her entire face burning. “I-It wasn’t—It w-wasn’t what it looked like!”

Suwawa smirked. “Sure looks like it to me.”

Anchan leaned back, grinning mischievously. “Should we leave and give you two a room?”

Rikako whirled on her, blushing furiously. “I-It was just for the game!”

Anchan shrugged. “I mean, it was supposed to be just a peck, but…”

The others chuckled knowingly. Rikako shot Anchan a deadly glare, making her raise her hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay! For the game, I get it. Let’s move on to the next round,” Anchan relented.

Rikako huffed and quickly returned to her seat, avoiding everyone’s eyes.

Aikyan, still trying to process everything, finally exhaled. “I think… I’ll pass.”

All eyes turned to her.

“Really?” Anchan asked, surprised.

Aikyan stood, scratching the back of her neck. “Yeah… I feel a bit lightheaded from, uh… what just happened. I think I’ll sleep this off.” She forced a smile. “So, I’ll just head home.”

Shuka frowned. “Are you sure? Want us to walk you home?”

Furirin added, “Yeah, we can take you home. Aren’t you drunk?”

Aikyan shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I’m not drunk, so don’t worry.” She gave them a small bow. “See you guys next week.”

With that, she turned and made her way to the door. As it shut behind her, the room fell into silence.

Rikako found herself staring at the door, a strange feeling stirring in her chest.

Then—

“I… I think I’ll head home too,” Rikako mumbled.

“Aww, you too?” Anchan pouted.

Kinchan smirked. “It’s because of the kiss, huh?”

Rikako rolled her eyes. “It’s not.”

Arisha waved a hand. “Well, take care.”

Rikako stood, hesitating for a brief second before heading for the door. “See you guys.”

As the door clicked shut behind her, she stepped outside—her eyes immediately scanning the hallway.

Aikyan…

Something about the way Aikyan left didn’t sit right with her.

And before she could stop herself, her feet were already moving to find her.

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Author's Note:

Does anyone want a part 2? If you do, let me know—I just might make it spicy~

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