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Admittedly, it wasn’t the way that Amamiya, now Rena (to make the adjustment smoother with her well intentioned but habit bound relatives and neighbours), expected to find out Akechi Goro was still alive.
Admittedly, neither had anyone expected that after saving the world, more than once actually, the leader of the phantom thieves would move back home and immediately start her transition. Rena was the first to know, sure, but it wasn’t until that train ride home it finally hit her, after almost dying and losing the one person who’d really seen her. Seen her, maybe even before she had.
The whole near death and loss of secret crush combo made the idea of going back home and living inauthentically an impossibility. After all this, was she really still too scared to come out? To be what she felt on the inside on the outside in the real world. Arsène had certainly helped, with the stilettos and the cunty corset and sultry french whispers in her ear for the final rebellion.
So that was how it had to be. Ren became Rena, called Takemi for a course of her latest in HRT, and doubled the trans population of Inaba overnight. At least now Naoto had some company on that front, not that the famous detective was around too much these days.
There wasn’t a huge amount to do after moving back in with her confused but ultimately supportive parents. They were mostly just glad she’d been cleared of all criminal charges and released from the juvenile detention centre. So Rena started a twenty step skincare regime, practised makeup and voice training in her bedroom every night, and got really good at taking selfies.
Being in a small town with a smattering of queers to go around, Rena spent a lot of time online, making friends with other trans girls and learning the tricks of the trade. It wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but it was miles easier than living even one day more as a boy.
Rena didn’t change social media accounts, just deleted all the old posts and pictures and started fresh with an announcement that she was now living as her truest self of all, and quickly got into routine posting. A wake up selfie or morning routine, followed by some pics throughout the day, and if it’d been a good day and she was feeling cute or sexy or both, a night time selfie to wind down. It was exciting finally seeing herself looking like she wanted to, and watching the subtle changes happening in real time.
The most exciting thing that’d been happening recently was the growth of Rena’s breasts, as Takemi’s special stuff did not fuck around, and Rena was already seeing results. Soft swelling tits that she treasured in lacy bralettes or enhanced with a padded bra. Massaging them every night, sore as they grew faster than expected, though Dr. Takemi did warn that her stuff would work quicker and wasn’t, of course, strictly licensed or legal just yet, but Rena remained her favourite guinea pig. She even came out to Inaba a couple of times just to check Rena out and make sure everything was okay.
Everything was much better than okay, now Rena had faced and embraced herself at long last. Inaba tradition, or something like that.
Her hair had been growing out nicely, almost to the top of her shoulders now, and that night she was feeling the euphoria particularly strong, and decided to post the most revealing picture yet. Not topless, of course not, but the way the baggy t-shirt she was wearing for bed hung down loose and settled so perfectly over the two growing mounds deserved to be immortalised.
‘Idk I think the HRT is working’ she captioned the shot, showing her face from the eyes down but her tits under the t-shirt as the main event. Posted it, expecting the usual rush of validation from the small circle of mutuals who’d become her lifeline along with the Phantom Thieves, who’d all been incredible as well. Ann sent as much makeup and clothes as she could, which Rena really appreciated considering even Okina did not have much in the way of cosmetics variety.
Rena didn’t get too many DMs, aside from the usual chats with her friends, so it was unusual to see a message the next morning from an unknown account pop up in her inbox. It’d come just after 2am, from an account with no identifying features. No profile picture or info, a cryptic name of letters and numbers, not even a history of likes.
The message just said, ‘you’re even more gorgeous now than I’d imagined.’
At first Rena thought it was a bot, but that didn’t seem to fit the comment, which sounded like it was someone who knew her. Knew her enough to comment on her ‘now’, no less.
Bored and curious in the right balance, Rena replied ‘who is this?’ and if it was a bot or scammer Futaba would have them doxxed in a heartbeat.
A reply didn’t come until the following night, after posting another moderately risque picture in which the top of her cute bralette was doing a bit more than peeking out of Rena’s crop top. As before, it was already after 2am when the mysterious account finally replied. Sure, maybe she’d stayed up late wondering if they’d reply, because life in Inaba was a little boring at times, alright.
‘You forgot your rival already?’
Rena’s stomach turned itself upside down and inside out.
Before she could reply, another message came hot on the trail of the first, addressing the night’s picture directly in the chat.
‘Your tits look amazing btw’
Rena could’ve assumed many things, but there was one way to prove it swiftly and definitively.
She replied, ‘what did we drink the first time at Jazz Jin?’
‘Soultinis’ came the reply too fast to be anything except knowledge. ‘You doubt it’s me?’
‘I thought you were dead’ Rena replied, not daring to use the name that had been in her dreams ever since that miserable day in February. Ever since she’d decided if that person was gone what was the point in living anything but the life that gave her any amount of happiness.
‘Injured, not dead’ he replied, not waiting long before sending, ‘the hormones are working quickly’
‘I’m on special stuff’ Rena sent back, and then, working up the nerve before her heart burst, ‘do I get a pic to prove it’s really you?’
It wasn’t what she expected, definitely not, that the response was, ‘Only if I get one of you without your top’
Was Akechi fucking Goro actually asking her for a topless picture?
‘You first’ Rena said, determined not to send lewds if it was just anyone.
‘Promise?’ he replied.
‘Yeah. Hold up 3 fingers on your dominant hand so I know it’s really you.’
‘Thorough, Amamiya, as always.’
Half a second later, the picture arrived.
He was right about being injured, Ren could see the scar on his right cheek, just skirting his eye and disappearing behind his hairline. He held up three fingers on his left hand, looked tired and had longer hair, but it was him. It was Akechi.
‘Now pay me what I’m owed’ he followed up quickly.
Rena had already scrambled out of her crop top, having not yet changed for bed despite the late hour, and put that cute red bralette on show in full for some tasteful pictures of her chest. Choosing the best of the batch, she sent it across with the caption ‘as agreed’.
There was no way Rena could be DMing with Akechi in the middle of the night. That this was how she found out he was still alive, and the way he decided to let her know it was by sliding into her DMs asking for topless pics.
‘Red always was your colour’ he responded, and knowing it was from him was more potent than any praise she’d been given since the day she came out. She’d known deep down that she liked Akechi in ways she shouldn’t, even when she thought she was a gay boy and not a straight girl, held back by her own self loathing, and knowing he was straight and therefore not interested in who he’d been back then, not to mention the whole attempted murder and intense pseudo sexual rivalry and everything.
‘Why reach out to me now?’ Rena asked.
‘I wanted to see more of you’ Akechi responded, adding, ‘I still do’
‘Are you seriously asking me for tit pics?’ Rena challenged.
‘I’m dead serious’
Rena cringed. It was definitely him.
‘So this is what it’s come to between us?’ she posed. ‘You begging me for nudes at 2am?’
‘I haven’t begged yet’
‘Then you better start’
Rena thought that might’ve given him more cause for hesitation, but no, not Akechi at his hour of night. As fast as he could type it he replied.
‘Please please please show me your tits, Amamiya’
It wasn’t just that it was anyone pleading to see her new and still barely grown in breasts, though that was certainly nice in its own way. It was Akechi who wanted to see her like that, did see her as someone worth begging for late night nudes from. Perhaps it was shallow or self indulgent, but it made Rena feel desirable, and sexy, coming from someone who’d known her before and only now was foaming at the mouth for her. Attracted to the real her, just as she’d been attracted to the real him buried beneath all the hate and loathing. They’d shared that part too, though both seemed a little lighter for it now.
Rena couldn’t resist it, and tugged the bralet up to rest just over her boobs, the elastic pressing the little growths down and making them more obvious, and thanked any remaining gods that Morgana had taken to sleeping downstairs since she moved back home. Whether it was the move home or transition, he gave Rena more privacy now, and she certainly got good use out of it now, putting on her best come hither look for the picture she sent to Akechi with the message, ‘I think you can call me Rena after seeing me like this’.
For the first time Akechi didn’t respond right away, and Rena had to wonder what he might be doing that could be so distracting. Maybe the same thing that was also distracting her, since one of the benefits Takemi touted for her experimental HRT was less disruption of sexual functions. Meaning, her girldick was harder than it’d been since before she started transitioning, maybe even before then too, since the dysphoria and constant danger and looming apocalypse put a hell of a damper on her sex drive.
Only lightly fiddling with herself through the loose sweatpants she was wearing, Rena typed out and sent, ‘no reply to that one, Detective?’
Possibly she was playing with fire here, and possibly she’d get burned, because this was the late night version of Akechi who didn’t feel ashamed about crawling into her DMs asking for lewds in the first place.
‘Imagining my cum all over them’
“Fuck,” Rena said out loud, shoving her hand under her clothes and underwear just in time to feel the urgent throbbing in her hand. Slowly with the free one she sent back, ‘seems like I sent several pics to you and only got one in return’
She was asking for it, so it’s unsurprising that what Akechi sent back was no less than a full on mid-wank dick pic. Only having caught glances of it that one time at the bathhouse, and soft, it was a different beast entirely seeing the barely lit picture of Akechi’s hard cock in his hand, a gleam from the tip as he held himself firmly by the base.
Yeah, this was definitely the most turned on Rena had ever been in her life. She couldn’t resist shoving down her clothes to fist herself, pumping her hand urgently and knowing Akechi was doing the same.
This was insane. She’d just found out Akechi wasn’t dead after all, and the first thing they did was jerk off together on DM. Well, maybe that wasn’t so unbelievable after all, considering they’d almost dated before, when neither of them were their real selves and still it felt like something, but now they finally were their real selves and it felt like everything.
Akechi finished first, since he sent through an updated picture of his cock with cum running down his fingers, and if that wasn’t enough he captioned it, ‘too bad your tits aren’t here for this’
If Rena wasn’t already close to cumming, which she was, this would’ve sent her over the edge no matter what. Stifling her moan as best she could and twitching with the shocks of a sudden and blinding orgasm, the most powerful she’d had in memory, she shot over her stomach in uneasy spurts and finished shivering and dazed.
Taking one more picture from above, this time cumstained and with her hard girldick at the bottom of the screen, she sent it before the post climax mania passed with the message, ‘almost reached my own’
‘You’ve never looked sexier’ Akechi replied.
As the dazzling afterglow rolled in like a shot of valium, Rena struggled to stay awake long enough to reply, ‘missed you’