#❛ akira. ✦ / ❝ ( threads. )

[namigleebo]

[troythecatfish]

[tricksterlatte]

Post-canon Akeshu reunion where dental hygienist Goro Akechi walks into the patient’s room and sees Akira Kurusu in the chair. Cue poorly explaining why he stayed away while cleaning Akira’s mouth until Akira just bites his fingers. It’s okay, he can show off his pearly white smile to his previously presumed dead rival turned hopefully boyfriend, which is a lovely smile by the way! Hey Crow, you missed out on this cute lil grin for AGES. This is great, but you’re still getting bitten—

Akechi: Your gums wouldn’t be bleeding so much if you flossed more. Akira: Oh, I bet. Maybe my cognitive self wouldn’t have bled so much when you shot me if I had flossed more back then, too! Akechi: Listen here, you little shit. Akira: Alright, whatever. Swapped out the leather gloves for latex? Akechi: Standard sanitary procedure, Joker. Akira, fishing a certain glove out of his pocket: Wanna try this one on for old time’s sake? Akechi: …You still carry it with you? Akira: I carry your glove, the weight of your loss, and all this dental plaque. :D

[theothervonkarmagirl]

@sayonaradumbass

"You are going to take me to the Cobra Ladies' headquarters."

Maria was holding a beautiful fruit basket. "And because this whole thing started because of your associate, you are going to give this to them, and I don't want to hear anything about it."

Maria had started a rather lucrative racket selling fake, highly convincing hall passes to her fellow students, allowing the Cobra Ladies to squeeze out late payments for a cut of the cash. She'd be in Paris in no time, she figured, at least until the leader reported that Yamagata had damaged one of her underlings' bikes during a nasty breakup and that her gang would not work with someone affiliated with The Capsules until this was all settled. Not wanting to lose her enforcers, Maria decided to play politics as soon as possible.

[effervescentdragon]

Since you're European, how come different countries over there have such different stances (including western ones) aren't you guys in a union?

yes absolutely we are all one happy family and always have been and there has never been any difference in opinions or disagreements between europeans ever since the world came to be 🥰 heres some unrelated pictures if my answer was unclear

also just for funsies, where are you from anon? i have a bet going on

[babyitsmagic]

@ofviolentdeath continued from { x }

"Then what do you have use for?" He knew that was a dangerous question to ask. The whole conversation was dicey. But he also knew his options were a little too thin. Might as well commit to the terrible mistake he was making. "I am willing to bargain, if I have something worth your time."

[flovverworks]

thought again how overwhelmingly lonely akira would become after everything while time does its healing. u go from having a twenty-something ppl around u at all times to being alone. no one to knock on ur door in the morning, no ppl going in & out, no chaos of sudden fights. even in the (more likely) case where akira forgets its like. this haunting feeling of having forgotten something u shouldnt have. guy who goes to every social gathering ever to have that chaotic energetic experience of having so many ppl around again

[mac-and-cheese-is-real]

I recently realized that mementos in persona 5 is literally just the subway line of kisaragi station so I drew akiren like the thing

plus, i'm thinking of doing a rewrite of the original thread but with akiren instead of hasumi

[squidsavior]

Naomi about Akira at the moment; I need someone to tell me if he's flirting with me!!!

[akumanoken]

Thinking about promise rings......

A cheeky little boy who have already found one he liked... Aya-nii better hurry it up.

[vtriol]

in the aftermath of the past few weeks, thana feels a distinct lack of energy. they adhere to their routine well enough, clocking in at the MOFA when needed and going home early when not. it's clear that the others know, and think space is what's best for them. thana isn't sure what's best for them.

when they see @shnya on the cafeteria balcony, smoking like usual, they almost call his first name like old times. something gives them pause, so they quietly lean against the railing for a moment. “ ... so what's it like? outside of japan? ”

[troythecatfish]

[natsmagi]

wait in ur recent post with the ntsmg screenshots. wheres the last one from?? The one where tsumugi calls natsume his wife?? I /need/ to know

its from poltergeist, the MaM new years story!!

although tbh while it does have some fun moments between the two, im not sure if id recommend it :') it has both natsume and tsumugi be explicitly transphobic towards arashi and it. really sucks

tsumugis was just him being ignorant and insensitive by accident, but natsumes was very vile from what i remember 😭 so proceed with caution at the very least

[unrealization]

@mechatiqe cont from Here.

Despite Akira's protests, she was still sent to speak with the mechanic. She hadn't had enough time with the script yet, and thus had no solid grasp on her character yet. The Phantasm loomed on the edge of her periphery, looming large and threatening to pull her identity apart. In a way, it made sense to send Akira. She was the Ultimate Actress. Her presence would lend immediate legitimacy to any stage production. Anyone who knew who she was might jump at the chance to work with her, but in her experience most didn't. She didn't have the same glamour of a proper actress. Akira's talent could only carry the production so far. Props, stage effects, that sort of thing. Kazuichi Soda was the Ultimate Mechanic. He was an obvious pick for the job if he could be convinced. Upon reaching his lab, Akira nearly gagged on the smell of gasoline that permeated the place. When she finally spotted the mechanic, she lingered a moment. His back was turned, obviously focused on something else. She watched him, memorizing each movement and micro-expression. Akira slammed her eyes shut. Not. Now. "Excuse me." She made sure not to look directly at him, and certainly not to make eye contact. "I was hoping I could borrow you... If you don't mind."

A mini screwdriver held between his lips, the mechanic was completely focused on finishing up the various things he was entrusted with repairing, both hands busy switching from one tool to another. The presence of another person being there in the garage with him had been completely off his radar — that is, until the other talked. “H-huh?” he fumbled with the tools, a little startled, before turning around to glance at the other. “Oh. Uh, how long have you been there? I don’t think I heard any footsteps…” Then again, it might’ve been a result of how absorbed he becomes when it came to machine-related matters. Ah well, whatever. He waved the thought away. “Anyway, give me one second. I just need to finish this bike up quickly and I’ll get to you. I just need to give it one last check.” And, true to his word, the mechanic didn’t take so much as a minute looking the bike over, before wiping his hands on his jumpsuit -staining it further with oil- and turning around to the other. “There, I’m done. You uh, needed me for something, right?”

That was... easier than expected. He barely even looked up before he accepted. He didn't even know what her ask was. Her gaze locked onto an oil stain on the floor, despite all the noise from his work trying to pull her attention onto him.

It was always like this. The line between character and performer was so thin for her that if she watched him too closely she might lose herself completely. The Phantasm hungered, and she felt its bottomless appetite tugging at the edge of her consciousness.

"We're putting on a show this weekend." She said, "We need you to help setup stage effects. There are a lot of moving parts and stuff."

Her explanation wasn't the best, but she hoped it was enough. Most people in this school tended to jump at the chance to indulge in their talent. After all, their identities at Ultimates were defined by those talents.

It probably helped that indulging like that was voluntary. For Akira it wasn't. Her 'talent' was like a hand around her throat. She felt pride at her craft, of course, but it made it terribly hard for her to just be herself. Whoever Akira Jikonashi was. Sometimes she wasn't sure.

"We'd... Appreciate your help, Soda-san."

[elixirenigma]

truth or dare

i want shuake where theyre both so clearly in love with each other but neither will admit it. everyone else sees it; all their cute jabs at each other, their incredible chemistry, how much time the two ‘rivals’ spend together... and people constantly ask if theyre dating, their only response to the question being varying levels of disgust. but theyre so in love. 

their first kiss is representative of how theyve spent their entire relationship; competitive and spiteful and smugly in each others faces over how much better they are over the other. 

it's JUST truth or dare. but to them, there's a silent war raging. one that neither intends to lose. 

when goro is dared to kiss akira, he acts high and mighty, so grossed out and so above this, until akira starts challenging him. that he's too pussy, too afraid. a quitter, a loser, he'd never. goro cant help but to get riled up, left with no choice but to prove akira wrong. as always.

he waltzes over to him, making a dramatic and alluring show of it - because akira wont take his spotlight, goro's the star - to the chorus of akira's insistence he wont, you fucking wont, youre all show. and he straddles akira, the raven’s mouth falling slack as he quiets his taunts for perhaps the first time ever.

goro grips akira's chin and kisses him with the ecstatic energy of a *champion* claiming his win.  fireworks explode. confetti falls. akira's hands squeeze his thighs and slide up in a way that makes him stutter and nearly whine against his lips.

and then akechi remembers himself. where he is, what he's doing, and he removes himself so quickly he nearly falls to the ground from akira's lap. 

he's up quickly however, composing himself. patting down his hair and smoothing his sweater vest until he's once again picture perfect, the image of professionalism.

he returns to his seat - far across the room from akira - and continues with their game of truth or dare. but whenever he hazards a look over to his rival, he sees a hunger there he hadnt seen before. feels a heat rise in his chest that leaves his head floating, his mind foggy.

and there’s a tension in the air that everyone else can feel too.

[babyitsmagic]

@ofviolentdeath is getting akira for gen

"I know, I know. I'm late and I tried so hard not to be, but you try being totally human and timing travel between the fae realm and this one. Like, it's not impossible, but it is way harder than it sounds. But I have food, none of which came from there, and more importantly, I have cupcakes. Happy birthday, Genesis."