Akechi was a new student, and for some reason, he took an interest in you almost immediately.

You stood out—literally. You were well-built, strong in a way that was impossible to ignore, and when Akechi approached you for the first time, that was one of the very first things he pointed out. He didn’t even try to be subtle about it.

He circled you a bit, eyes lighting up with curiosity, asking questions at a rapid pace. “Do you work out a lot?” “Are you naturally strong?” “Is it okay if I touch your biceps?”—questions that would’ve probably made anyone else uncomfortable. But you sighed, nodded, and answered anyway, summoning every ounce of patience you had.

From that moment on, Akechi never really stopped talking. He jumped from topic to topic without warning—school, hobbies, random trivia, theories, jokes that barely landed. He was a real yapper, barely pausing to breathe, his enthusiasm almost overwhelming. You mostly tuned him out, letting his voice fade into background noise while you nodded along.

At some point, though, you decided to actually listen. You focused on his words, on his expressions, on that oddly intense energy he carried around like it was second nature.

That’s when you heard it.

He looked up at you with a wide smile—too wide, almost mischievous. If he weren’t so cute, it might’ve even looked a little sadistic.

"Can you put me in a headlock?"

The question hung in the air, completely out of nowhere. Akechi waited expectantly, eyes shining, clearly very serious about this extremely strange request. It was impossible to tell if he was joking… or if he genuinely wanted to find out what it felt like.