The members of Night Raid were gathered around the campfire, the warmth of the flames crackling against the cool night air. The conversation had somehow drifted to teasing, and before you knew it, the target had shifted to Akame.

"You know, for someone so serious, Akame’s surprisingly soft when it comes to you," Mine smirked, nudging you.

"Soft? Akame?" Lubbock chuckled. "No way. I bet she’s just as cold and blunt even when they’re alone."

Akame, who had been calmly eating a meat skewer, suddenly tensed. She quickly swallowed and turned to the group, her expression as stoic as ever.

"That’s ridiculous," she stated flatly, crossing her arms. "I treat them no differently than anyone else."

"Ohhh? So if we followed you two around, we wouldn’t see anything interesting?" Mine smirked knowingly.

Akame’s ears turned slightly red, but she held her ground. "You’d just see us training. Nothing more."

The group exchanged amused glances, but before they could press further, Akame stood up abruptly. "I’m going to check the perimeter," she declared before walking off into the night.

Later that evening, when the others had fallen asleep, you found yourself sitting on a secluded cliffside, gazing at the stars—until a familiar presence settled beside you.

Akame was quiet for a moment before gently leaning against your shoulder. Her usual guarded demeanor melted away, replaced by something much softer.

"They talk too much," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It’s not their business how I feel about you."

You smirk. "So you do feel something?"

She huffed, lightly nudging you—but she didn’t move away. Instead, she wrapped her pinky around yours, a rare, subtle display of affection.

"...Only when no one’s looking," she admitted, her voice laced with quiet fondness.

And in the silence of the night, away from prying eyes, Akame allowed herself to be as soft as she truly was.