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Why, hello there, kittens! I'm Kanji, esteemed reporter of all things fabulous and ever so delightfully naughty, and I'm here with a most special update for a fandom just beginning its long, hard... journey into adulthood~!

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[Only up to a handjob/blowjob, sorry, anon!]

Apparently the kid was a regular - Kanji Tatsumi, according to the official record, arrested a total of fourteen times, eleven of which were for disturbing the peace, three times for threatening a police office, and all fourteen without much substance to them. He came from a small town in the country named Inaba, and according to the report, was visiting Iwatodai as part of a school trip.

Akihiko, having not expected this last-minute call to prevent him from going home early today, sat down and sighed, rubbing between his eyes. He was still fairly new in his position, having passed the physical and mental training with flying colors in only a short matter of time. “So what’s the story, kid?” he asked.

Kanji shuffled uncomfortably in his handcuffs. He wasn’t used to them, Akihiko could tell, because he kept on rotating his wrists against the metal. Maybe they weren’t as jumpy with protocol in Inaba. Kanji seemed to be adamantly against looking at Akihiko too, for some reason. He took surreptitious glances and almost immediately averted his eyes once Akihiko looked back. If he didn’t know better, Akihiko would think this was some sort of high school girl.

“Uh,” said Kanji. “I was just…well Yosuk- m-my friend was just talking shit…and I got kind of mad, so I sort of kicked over a garbage can…and that knocked over like five other garbage cans. It wasn’t…I wasn’t really starting a fight, or messing with those ‘pills’ or whatever you guys were talking about.”

For some reason, Kanji Tatsumi reminded Akihiko of Shinji - something about that particular kind of gruffness, paired with that awkwardness. It was strangely endearing. With a twinge of sympathy, Akihiko finally stood up, reaching over the table for the handcuffed wrists. The kid was harmless, and maybe it was just intuition, but Akihiko had always trusted his instincts. “Look, is that hurting you? You keep on fidgeting. Here, I’ll let-“

“Uh, no way, it’s okay!” squawked Kanji, face flaming, just as Akihiko realized exactly why Kanji was antsy, and holding his wrists exactly like that, positioned directly in front of his crotch, where it was hiding the unmistakable beginnings of an erection.

Oh. Oh.

Kanji looked like his head was going to explode from the sheer volume of blood rushing up to his face. He flushed right up to the tips of his ears. Cute. The police station was empty at this hour, so no one heard the yell of surprise when Akihiko leaned over, cupping his hand over zipper of Kanji’s pants, pressing into the bulge. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” said Kanji, so shocked and tense that it had apparently taken the ability of coherent speech from him.

Akihiko lowered his eyes. “Sounds like it was our mistake then. Let me make this up to you.” You would think that with gloves and all, that it was humanly impossible to get a fly undone as fast as he did, but Akihiko was, after all, very accustomed to maneuvering with them on. He slipped under the waistband of Kanji’s underwear, pulling out the source of Kanji’s discomfort, fisting around the base before pulling in one deft stroke to the crown.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh,” said Kanji, softer this time, and breathier, as Akihiko circled to his side of the table for ease of access. Almost unnoticeably, Kanji loosened, and he didn’t jump when Akihiko touched him again, after biting the glove off his right hand. “Oh god,” muttered Kanji this time, and that was a marked improvement - legitimate words.