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kaitouanne.

It wasn’t uncommon for her to sleep through the first half of the day. She’d wake up at lunch, then take in notes for the second half. Akira helped her study, so she never worried about that. Sleeping all of the day, save for lunch, wasn’t like her. She grabbed her bag, pulling the straps onto her shoulder, as she stood up.

“I’m…”

How to put it?

“Stressed. There’s just a lot on my mind, I guess.”

THIS IS FAR TOO REMINISCENT of the day they’d started really hanging out, after kamoshida had been dealt with yet anne still seemed to be weighed down by something burdensome. months have passed since then, & shiho’s rehabilitation is proceeding as smoothly as it can be. akira is perceptive, but only to a certain degree, & anne’s walls are pretty damn sturdy when they want to be. 

“ do you want to grab some food? we can talk about it, if you want. ”

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inxquisitor.

♔ | “I’D… RATHER AVOID the roller coaster rides, if you don’t mind… — ? I’m afraid my stomach isn’t quite capable of handling such circumstances and I’ve never been quite fond of these types of attractions to begin with.”

AKIRA HAS TO WONDER if the claim about a sensitive stomach is really true; ultimately, it doesn’t matter. he’s a little grateful that this isn’t ann or ryuji, enthusiastically dragging him onto ride after ride, because     

               “ that’s fine. i’m... ” 

he hesitates, a hand at the back of his neck. wondering if he should disclose a fear. there’s a part of him that wants to maintain some sort of image around akechi, & another that insists honesty is key to a worthwhile relationship. ( & akechi wholeheartedly needs one of those. )

       “ not big on heights myself. kinda limits us to food & games, huh? ”

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“i had to be ur fake boyfriend/girlfriend bc some creep was hitting on you and it was making you uncomfortable and now i have busted knuckles and a cut lip but hey are u okay” au

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oh, & since it’s munday    

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yo. i’m still here, kinda. i’ve got just one week left of finals & then i’ll have more time to be active. ( motivation, however, is another story. ) if anybody is interested, it’s much easier for me to roleplay through something like d.iscord when i can’t get on my laptop. 

banchou#7140 ♡ just let me know your url, please!

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‘’Yesterday’s Protagonist’’  || So i read this fanfic~ and ive fallen in love with that story already. Let me love Akechi. ಥ_ಥ || [twitter]

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There’s a cat in the phantom thieves, but it’s not the one whom you’d think it is at first glance. (Protag was designed to be cat like i love it)

Edit: Cats turn their back to you/dont look at you if they trust you.

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       there is no [ J U S T I C E ]  in this world                                   (  unless  )   

                                            —    we make it !!

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idoladored.

Would it be rude to be honest ? To admit that she came here particularly due to its emptiness ? It was certainly not her choice in locations. But there was less waiting involved. It would be even ruder for the idol to leave without trying something. ‘ I’ll just take the house blend then ~ ! I don’t like spicy things much. ‘

HE NODS IN AFFIRMATION, moving toward the coffee pot to begin crafting a fresh brew. the television is on, a dull drone of the latest news that fills the silence with something homey despite the lack of customers. akira’s not very talkative, but it’s not as though sojiro’s an angel to his customers either, so he doesn’t feel bad about forgoing a fake voice & smile for the sake of good service.

after he fills a mug to the brim, he takes it to nico’s table & sets it gently on top.

“ usually we only get regulars, ” he comments.            “ what brings you to yongen-jaya? ” 

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kaitouryuji.

normally in moments such as this he’d call his mother but she didn’t need that, plus she was at work — next best person? akira. he was trying to do that whole breathing thing but god it was hard, he hated when shit like this happened he hated it more putting it on other people. 

   eyes flicked up at he sound of akira’s voice, “ ‘m alive.. ” listening to him he just nodded, sure he could have probably moved outside himself but everything was spinning. “ but could ya’ help me, the room is kinda spinning. ”

ALIVE SEEMED DEBATABLE, but he obliges, moving toward ryuji & lifting his arm before ducking beneath it so that he’s able to rest his weight on akira. while most of the other patrons of the arcade are distracted by the various sounds & sights of 8-bit wonder, some teens around their age cast nosy glances toward the duo. akira clicks his tongue & ushers them outside as swiftly as he can without hurting the blond further.

he guides his friend to a wall to lean against & allows him a few moments of  peace  before asking again:

                     “ you okay? ”

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♡ + Cuddling

a ♡ for a headcanon. ( ACCEPTING )

cuddling.

akira is very cat-like. he sprawls & stretches, relatively comfortable dozing off with anybody he considers a friend. his perpetual sleepiness leads to better reception with regard to full blown cuddling, as he’ll greedily take a proffered shoulder or lap to rest his head on        but more often than not he’d rather be the one to initiate. acting on his own terms, bowing to whatever mood he’s in... it’s much preferable than somebody clinging to him. this applies to both platonic & romantic relationships, although he’s much more willing to put up with smothering when it’s with somebody he’s dating.

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kitsuncbi.

          ❝ O-oh, that isn’t––! ❞ To be honest, the teen isn’t against a certain degree of explicit art ; but he is certain the recommendations for accommodation within Leblanc don’t include utilizing it for ‘ scandalous ’ art. To him, nude models are to be considered a commodity. Kosei even employed numerous models to certain caliber students in group sessions or dynamic projects ; alas, he cannot say it isn’t deemed ‘ questionable ’ outside the art community. Blatant eroticism is a theme in their world, overtly masculine or feminine ( or the absence of such ) physiques are equally valued. There’s a softened exhale from the traditional art student, aware that the soft comment isn’t so much an invitation than it is a coy coercion to call his leader a less formal honorific. ❝ Point taken, Akira-kun. ❞ The other’s posture starts to become far more lax ; his hands folded nearest his lithe waistline. Madarame’s imprint upon his psyche, ah— perhaps he has started to ‘ forget ’ it— but the scars shall remain seared onto his flesh for an eternity.          To retain a certain degree of ‘ usefulness ’ in order to be seen as worthwhile. This rooted concept has been embedded within his calcified bones as surely as marrow. Was it a meager scrap of unconditional love or acceptance he had originally sought—? He could’ve burst out in laughter at in his past-selves boorishly naive face. Such an insufferable buffoon—! But that doesn’t hinder the fact ‘ that idiot ’ was still a part of him. Feeble, as its heart might’ve been ; easily pillaged, easily bled.          Their camaraderie might’ve been perceived as fictitious & frivolous ; a favor-for-favor, blood-for-blood contract. But, there is a lot that has been left unsaid. For the sake of a sundered child. This was all he could do, a hope that he could come to support his friend on equal measure. Even though, he has to admit he’s done a lot of ‘ leaning ’ on him, recently—. ❝ You are really serious about accepting my offer with being a model––? ❞ The artist had held out hope it wasn’t a mere jest as his own expense. ❝ You’re quite an attractive specimen. I am certain others will agree, ❞ especially when someone like him is done capturing the infamous, lavishly romanticized ‘ gentleman thief ’ on canvas.

ON OCCASION, yusuke takes akira’s words of sarcasm & translates them into their literal meanings. really, he should bring it down a notch to avoid miscommunication        but it seems as though his friend’s starting to adapt. akira’s given name sounds better, easier on yusuke’s lips. besides, he likes to think that they’re a little more than acquaintances by now.

“ yeah, ” he offers simply, a shrug rolling along the slope of his shoulders. the motion halts at the words attractive specimen; he can’t help the huff of amusement that slips out, his hand rising to settle near his mouth. admittedly, he’s not exactly short on self-confidence, & there’s nothing quite like the rush of having your ego boosted ( especially by somebody just as pretty, like yusuke ). still, he saves his cockiness for the metaverse & instead replies with a halfhearted, “ if you say so. ”

as his eyes scan their surroundings, his hand relocates to the back of his neck, rubbing gently.

“ do you want to do this now? or do you need      ” a slight twitch of a grimace as he brainstorms what exactly yusuke would need. how do artists work? “ better lighting? better scenery? ”

                    (  he’s trying.  )

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whtct.

                                            He had taken the bouquet without even realizing he’d done the action,  out of instinct    (   desire to take what has been given to him    )    rather than out of thought,  holding it there and with some complex unease,  as though he’d been caught within some quandary with no way to get himself out of it.   The flowers smelled nice.   He tried to focus on that instead,  rather than the feelings clawing at his belly  —   parsing through those would have taken time,  and energy,  and a sense of mind that Akechi did not think he had at the moment.

                                                            His eyebrows raise at Akira’s words,  fingers tightening on the bouquet;  the smell of the flowers was cloyingly familiar to him,  and dragged open a raw memory that he stuffed back down in his mind,  where it couldn’t have hurt him.  It was not a logically sound sensation,  anyway   —   these flowers were not  those  flowers,  and they never would be.  They were flowers which he had received from what Akechi would  tenuously  regard as a friend,  though he suspected a few things,  himself,  and none of them particularly in Akira’s favor.  But Akechi did smile in Akira’s direction,  drawing that previous melancholy out of his features like toxins out of a wound,  but it was one of his  tv - ready  smiles,  which he employed to flatten out the rawness of his  REAL FACE  ——   since somberness couldn’t survive on television,  and no one could appreciate melancholy from a media perspective.

                                                            “To new beginnings,”   He agreed,  a hollow echo of Akira’s words,  though the idea of beginning anew  –  wherever,  after all of this  –  struck a frightful thrill down Akechi’s spine.  He couldn’t imagine being forced to till over new ground after this;  there was a terror in the prospect that made his fingers clench on the flowers and then unclench,  bringing the bouquet instead closer to him.    “Are you certain it’s alright for me to take these?  I don’t want to impose on you in any way,  or give you trouble.”

IT ALMOST SEEMS AS THOUGH akechi needs a moment to process what’s happening. akira usually exudes an air of indifference but his eyes are always rapt, taking note of the details that people usually intend to keep hidden. he doesn’t have insight, per se, & can only try to interpret the meaning behind an empty gaze & tense hands       & thus, there’s always the possibility that his conclusions are severely off-base. akechi is a mystery wrapped in an enigma. a puzzle that akira simply does not have the proficiency to solve.

“ it’s no trouble. ”

his eyes lift to the storefront. many of the girls have dispersed, seemingly having grown bored of waiting around for the detective prince to finish making small-talk with some nobody. still, a few linger; akira takes his time entering the bouquet’s specifications into the register. 

usually, excluding his friends, his relationships operate on a favor-for-favor basis. many of the contacts he’s made this year are comprised of deals. he could very well intend for akechi to pay him back, but       

                                            (  they’re just flowers.  ) after shuffling through his wallet & sliding the proper bills into the drawer, his tone drops back down into something dry but companionable.

“ if anything, just...  continue to show patronage at leblanc. this rainy season leaves the cafe pretty empty. i never hear the end of the boss’s complaints. ”

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chxntpleure.

“You want to know if some guys have tried to talk me into something shady with them, right?” her gaze shifted from the phone in hand to the young man. She supposed it made sense. She had heard rumors of people, women especially, getting harassed around here. And she was by herself. Still, she could tell he was a high schooler. Why did he want to know? Though in a way, it reminded her of her own high school days. Four years ago… No, enough of that.

“Yeah, a couple guys have tried to get me to go a bar with them. They didn’t say why though, not that I pushed for details.”

HE HADN’T QUITE REALIZED just who he was talking to until she opened her mouth & lifted her gaze to akira’s. he takes a moment to blink, wondering if he’s mistaken & the young woman in front of him isn’t a highly acclaimed singer ( & that just leads to more questions like what the hell are you doing in a place like this without a bodyguard? ) before he finds a fitting response.

“ did they introduce themselves? ”

names, of course, are what he’s looking for. being a fan of risette won’t distract him from what he came to investigate.

“ older men have been job offering young women as a way to rope them into prostitution. ”

considering the commonplace of seedy guys preying on the vulnerable, whether it’s paying teenagers to deliver drugs or the aforementioned underground prostitution ring, the interaction she’d had could’ve been about anything. & that aside, it’s a little difficult, gaining intel like this, without coming off as a wannabe vigilante. he’s very much a legitimate vigilante, thanks     but that’s not exactly common knowledge.

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kaitouanne.

“Are you implying that my hair is my most stunning feature?”

She mock gasped. She wasn’t going to just let him get away with that! He wanted reasons, and she was going to give him then. Even if they were far-fetched and made up. She could tease him freely. Anne sat up straighter, folding her arms across the chest.

“And why not? Eyes can be quite troublesome, y’know! Don’t be so surprised!”

She picked up her cup and sipped from it. She was waiting to see how he’d try to defend his eyes. This should be good. It’d give her room to consider her next ‘offense.’

OKAY, FINE         playing dumb isn’t working, so he’ll have to slip into the unflappable mindset that lands him in a fair amount of trouble. charming, unaffected, lax     his lips quirk into a smile & he offers anne a careless shrug.

“ dunno about that. hard to pick just one. ”

                           your move, takamaki. 

he reaches for his drink & releases a huff of amusement against the rim before taking a sip, this time unintentionally mimicking anne’s movements.

 “ eyes can be troublesome. what kind of argument is that? ”

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dewhiskered.

       ❛     you   should   ACT   like   you   care   ,   then   !!   people   are   gonna   think   you’re   some   apathetic   jerk   ,   if   you   keep   it   up   !!     ❜

        “ are you speaking in hypotheticals?            or have i done something to offend YOU? ”

or maybe morgana knows something that akira doesn’t, regarding one of their friends.  he plants his palm on top of the cat’s head, giving him a faux-aggressive pet.

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my type of otp: slowly the insults become terms of endearment