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gravityunforgiven · 3 years

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Right Where You Left Me (Kakashi x OC)

Pairings: Kakashi x OC, Jiraiya x Tsunade

Synopsis:

She was the daughter of a Legendary Sannin, He, a son of a disgraced shinobi. Fate brought them together but life tore them apart. Will they be able to take control of their destinies and find their way back to each other?

...Or will they be another victim of the cruel shinobi world they are both a part of?

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Chapter Five

When Tsunade stepped outside the casino, she was frozen in her steps. She knew almost instantly that Akira was close by. She could still feel the faint but lingering presence of her chakra.

Akira’s here. She’s here.

There was no way Tsunade could have possibly mistaken Akira’s chakra for someone else’s. She may not have have seen her for a decade but Tsunade could never forget the familiarity of Akira’s presence. She knew it like the back of her hand.

Akira’s chakra has always been a little different than of a normal shinobi largely due to the fact that wasn’t like the rest of them either. The uniqueness of her chakra was hidden in plain sight and would have been very obvious if one knows what to look for.

By each passing second, Tsunade could feel herself sobering up. The sudden realization that her daughter was in such a close vicinity caught her off guard. She was suddenly overwhelmed by the emotions she had been trying to ignore for the past ten years.

She wanted to see her.

She had been meaning meaning to see Akira so many times in the last years that she had lost count of them. She had even gone as far as to reach the outskirts of their village only to turn back around and run for the hills. Tsunade just couldn’t face Akira. She was scared of what awaits her once she returned home, afraid of what Akira would say after she left her so many years ago.

She was terrified to be a burden for her daughter. It was never her intention to leave as long as she did, she only wanted to grieve properly and move on from Dan and Nawaki’s death but for some reason, a decade later, she was still grieving.

Tsunade didn’t exactly know what she was doing but she somehow found herself roaming around the unfamiliar village for the last person keeping her alive.

Just a glimpse. Just a glimpse then I’ll be gone. Tsunade kept repeating the words to herself. She had continously kept tabs on Akira through Jiraiya but there was nothing like seeing her in the flesh.

Tsunade was well aware of the fact that she had hurt her daughter and she knew that her sudden return would cause her only more pain. She just couldn’t do that again. She just wasn’t ready to put Akira through all of that all over again.

Though Tsunade could easily discern Akira’s chakra from a specific distance, she was certain that it was not the case for her daughter. Though it was clear that Akira was blessed with a remarkable skill in chakra control like her mother, Akira was just too young to remember Tsunade’s chakra. She was just so young.

It wasn’t long until Tsunade found her sitting on the bar of a sushi shop. Tsuande’s breath was caught in her throat. For a moment, the world around her disappeared and all she could see was her daughter. She was sitting on her own, her back faced Tsunade but there was no doubt in Tsunade’s mind that it was Akira.

She knew it was her.

Her hair that used to reach her waist as a child now fell just a little past over her shoulder in waves of light blonde, a familiar Konoha issued cloak hung neatly on the back of her chair but Akira’s gaze was worlds away. She spun a chopstick in between her fingers as she stared at practically nothing.

Tsunade realized Akira was here on a mission. Tsunade almost scoffed at herself for thinking otherwise. Of course, she’s here on a mission. What was I expecting?

She would never admit it even to herself but a part of her still hoped that her worst fears hasn’t become a reality. Throughout the years, Jiraiya had relentlessly assured Tsunade that there was no reason for her to believe that Akira loathed her. He had told her that Akira understood why her mother left but she knew deep down that Akira must have hated her for leaving. She hated herself for leaving.

What she did was cruel and selfish. But it was better than dragging Akira down with her to a pit of endless grieving and what ifs.

She had her glimpse of Akira. She had with her own two eyes how Akira had grown into an astonishing young woman. Tsunade knew she should leave. It was obvious that Akira was better off without her but she couldn’t bring herself to move. She knew she was being selfish yet again. Akira deserved so much better than her, she deserved a mother who can take care of her and not someone who needed taking care of.

Tsunade knew that the right thing to do was to keep her distance and she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or just her but she found herself weaving hand signs and masking her appearance before closing the gap that separated her from her daughter.

She had absolutely no idea what she was going to do when she sat on the stool next to Akira but the words came out of her mouth without her permission.

“You’re a long way from home.” Akira stopped mid-sip from her drink and looked at her right where the voice came from and found a woman clearly in her late 50s with graying hair and a smirk.

For the second time that night,Tsunade’s breath was caught in her throat. When Akira’s eyes pierced into her own, for a split second, she saw Dan’s face instead. Even when Akira was young, people had told her how much they looked similar but seeing at her now, Tsunade thought how wrong all of them were. Akira had always been so much like Dan than she was of her. They just didn’t know him enough to see.

Akira blinked a couple of times in confusion, unsure if she was the one being talked to by the unfamiliar woman. “I’m sorry?”

Instincts were suddenly taking over Akira’s entire body. She discreetly checked the shuriken holster on her left leg just in case the woman attacked.

“You’re Tsunade’s daughter.” She said as a matter of fact then casually orders a dish from the menu.

“Oh, no.” A defeated sigh escaped Akira’s lips. I know where this is going. She had encountered this conversation too many times than she wanted to remember. The resemblance between her and her mother kept giving away their relationship to the people Tsunade had a debt to.

“She owes you money doesn’t she?”

The woman chuckled, the lines on her face becoming more visible as she did so. “ She does actually.”

Akira shrugged nonchalantly, “I’m not paying for her.” Akira was definitely curious about the woman now. She seemed familiar, like they’ve met somewhere before though Akira was absolutely certain this was the first time she had ever seen the lady.

“Do I know you?” Akira’s eyes narrowed amd Tsunade’s heart skipped a beat.

“I used to know when you were younger.” That wasn’t exactly a lie in Tsunade’s part. She did know Akira as a child. Not anymore. The person sitting right next to her was completely different from the child who bid her goodbye on the village gates. That child was oblivious, unaware, still free from the gravity of her duties. This girl, no, this woman she was seeing bled of confidence and grace in ever action. Tsunade could see from her face how she had embraced her responsibilities wholeheartedly despite its burden. She had grown into someone Tsunade could only dream of becoming.

“Really?” Akira’s right eyebrow arched this time, still suspicious. So, Tsunade, still enamoured by the presence of her daughter, continued her cover story. She told her stories, facts only someone from the village would know and things no one would have known if they didn’t see Akira grow up. And true enough, Akira was convinced of her identity.

For what seemed like only a few minutes for Tsunade but hours in reality, the two exchanged stories with each other. It was much easier this way. To Akira, she was just a retired shinobi traveling the world, not someone living a life full of regrets. She told her stories of her time as a shinobi, the adventures, the missions, something she never had the chance to do when Akira was younger as she did not fully understood yet what it takes to become a shinobi. Still, she was careful to keep her cover on and noticed that Akira never mentioned any names. But still, it didn’t took long for Akira to succumb into the familiarity of the elder lady.

She didn’t have a lot of women in her life growing up. She had her friends for sure but Rin was gone, Kurenai was just only a few years older than her and even Kushina was not much older either. They were like her older sisters and Biwako Sarutobi became her honorary grandmother. The fact that the two most important women in her life died at the same night didn’t help at all. She didn’t have anyone to buy clothes with or talk to when her budding romance with Kakashi at the time became all too confusing. She went through all of these alone. Of course, she had Jiraiya but despite being the writer the Make Out Series, there were things only a fellow woman can understand.

As the older lady continued to speak next to her, Akira wondered if this is what it felt like to have a mother. The shinobi in her told her to shut up, pack her things and leave the woman who literally showed up from nowhere. She reminded herself that genjutsu was not exactly her strong suit but the other part of her was a little too assured that this woman was harmless and she was technically part of her old life. She was just so kind and she listened and laughed with her.

They talked about the village and how much it has changed over the last few years. Tsunade told her abour her travels and the places she had visited and it came to her knowledge that Akira had dreamt to travel sthe world as well. Not for missions, but for herself. When Tsunade asked asked what was stopping her, Akira’s answer was short but it was more than enough for her to see the dedication that she has for the village. Like her father.

“I guess I want to protext my people more than anything.” She answered with a shrug and a smile. Tsunade knew she meant each word from the look in her eyes alone. Akira told her how protecting the village was what she wants to do the most not because she needs to,but because she wants to. There was nothing else she would rather be than be a protector of her home.

“So you want to become Hokage, then? Is that what you want too?” Do you have his dream too?

Akira’s laugh filled the air. “No.” she chuckled. “I don’t really like paperwork.” This made Tsunade laugh herself. She guess that Akira had seen the mountains of paperwork from the Third Hokage and it did not look appealing to her either.

“ I prefer protecting the village from the outside. Besides, I’m better off at field work anyway.”

“Captain?” Their converstaion was interrupted by two seemingly normal shinobis to the normal eye but their all too familiar black cloaks immediately gave away their identities to Tsunade.

ANBU.

Akira quickly excused herself from their conversation and headed out. Tsunade was well aware of the fact that Akira had joined the ANBU at an age younger than what everyone was accustomed to but she was never informed that Akira had become a team captain. Both she and Jiraiya had been against the idea of Akira being an ANBU knowing how dangerous the missions they were sent to are but there was really nothing anyone could do when Akira sets her mind to something. All they could do was to watch and pray that she would come home every time.

The three talked in hushed tones but Tsunade heard enough to perceive that whatever their mission is, it was not going as planned.

There was a moment of silence between the three as Akira contemplated what their next move would be.

“Tell the others we’re moving out on the first light.” Her command was curt but spoken with absolute finality.

When Akira returned to her seat, there was a noticeable change in her mood. “Mission’s not going well, huh?” Tsunade asked though the answer was more than obvious by the look in Akira’s face.

Akira let out a deep and frustrated sigh. “I don’t really like long-term missions.”

“Someone waiting for you back home?” Tsunade took her chances and asked. She wondered if Akira had had the chance to fall in love yet. She hoped that Akira hadn’t yet as she wanted to be there for her daughter when she starts dating but the deep flush of red quickly spreading across Akira’s cheeks told her otherwise.

Oh.

Akira contemplated for a second wether she would divulge that information to the still annamed woman but before she could tell herself to stop, s smile was already forming on her lips.

“There is, actually.”

Man, I really should shut-up now.

Tsunade could see a gleam in Akira’s eyes as she told her how much this man means to her. All her worries from her mission seemed to disappear with the mention of the man. She looked incredibly happy and for that, Tsunade was beyond grateful.

If you ever find yourself in the Land of Fire, You should come by to the village. I think he would love to meet you.” Akira says as she gestured for the bill.

Tsunade would love to meet him as well knowing that she is forever indebted to this person for bringing joy into her daughter’s life.

The two women reached for the bill at the same time, and for a split second, their skins touched. All Tsunade could think about was heat.

Akira’s skin was abnormally hot against her. The medic ninja in her was sure that Akira had a fever of at least a hundred at the bare minimum.

“I got this. It’s the least I could do for my mother.” Akira says, pulling out a couple of bills from her wallet.

“You’re sick.” Tsunade placed a hand on Akira’s forehead and confirmed that she was warmer than usual.

Akira looked at her in confusion before dismissing her with a laugh. “I’m always warm.” She grinned. “That’s just me.”

Tsunade knew it must have been an effect of being the Okami’s reincarnation she had developed while growing up. It wasn’t like this when Akira was a child or she would have instantly noticed it.

Questions as to what else Akira may have developed plague Tsunade’s mind but she never had the chance to ask Akira because she was once again caught off guard when Akira placed her own Konoha issued cloak around Tsunade’s shoulders.

“Here. Looks like you need it more than I do.” Akira adjusted the cloak on Tsunade’s shoulder and zipped it into place.

“But it’s cold out-“

“I’m always warm remember?” Akira held the entrance curtains of the shop out of the way for Tsunade.

The two of them stood outside the shop where the moon was already shining bright and the streets were lit with street lights.

“You know between the two of us, you have more chances in seeing my mother more than I do.” Akira started. She knew that it was incredibly inappropriate to ask a favor from someone she had just met and whom she refuses to grace with her name but she was desperate. She had to see her mother even for a moment.

Akira had made it a point to not talk about Tsunade whenever Jiraiya was around knowing ythat the man was also having a hard time dealing with his own feelings and juggling his time between fulfilling his destiny and fathering Akira as much as he possibly can.

This woman was her last chance in order to talk to her mother and sparing Jiraiya.

“So if you ever see her, can you do me a favor and tell her to come home?” Akira looked straight into the eyes of her mother and Tsunade saw right through her and into the sadness Akira was trying so hard to conceal.

“Tell her that I understand that she doesn’t owe anything to me but I need to know-“ Akira’s voice broke.

“Tell her I need to know if it was me.” Akira forced a smile in her face. “I deserve at least that.”

I need to know if she left because I was different. Because I wasn’t like the others.

“Okay?”

“Of course.” There was nothing else Tsunade could say before Akira gave her one last smile - a smile that would haunt Tsunade for the rest of her days- before disappearing into the night with the hopes of seeing the kind woman once again

Tsunade was left on the street on her own ince again with only her thoughts to accompany her. Of all the possible scenarios that had ran through her head, never did she once imagine that Akira woulld blame herself for the decisions she made.

It was never Akira, It was always her who had the problem.

She had always been perfect to Tsunade’s eyes from the moment she was born. She was the one good thing that happened in Tsunade’s life. She was her miracle.

Tsunade promised herself that she would tell Akira that herself.

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Tsunade found herself standing outside the window of her daughter’s rented room, her eyes brimmed with tears as the gravity of what she had done all those years ago finally sinked in.

Akira blamed herself for something she had nothing to do with.

Just a few feet away from her, her daughter laid fast asleep on the futon. She was curled into a tight ball, the duvet only covering her lower body and the pillow that her head was supposed to be resting on, lay discarded on the floor.

Tsunade couldn’t help but smile. The familiarity of the scene she was witnessing felt right. It felt like home. She had done this thousands of times before, back when the woman in front of her was nothing but a baby that can fit right into her arms, then a young child whose abilities were one of a kind she posed a danger to her own, and now, a fine kunoichi who had already surpassed her predecessors in every aspect.

Yet despite that, Tsunade can still see the child she loved more than anyone or anything in the world. She can still see Dan in her. Akira may indeed inherited her mother’s looks but there was so much of Dan that lives in her.

She knew deep inside what she had to do. She needed to stop this nonsense. Dan may have been gone but he left her the most precious gift anyone could ask for and she was so busy tending to her own grief that she didn’t see who needed her the most.

Tsunade knew she needed to come home.

She needed to come home to Akira.

But she was a little too late.

Way too late.

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A/N: Thank you for all the support! I really appreciate them more than you can imagine.

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mypunkpansexualtwin · 3 years

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For the hurt/comfort prompts could you do 17/22? If it's not to much of a bother of course.

Absolutely! I was watching Sojiro’s social link again and getting emotional about it again. Apparently I’m just having a Time to Hurt Futaba Week. Sorry in advance? Under a cut cause I have no idea how long this is gonna be, and also trigger warning for references to her past neglect.

17 - “Hey, listen to me. You’re safe. Nothing is going to hurt you.” 22 - “They won’t take you away from me ever again.”

Send me a hurt/comfort prompt and I’ll (hopefully) write you a thing!

It had been three days since Youji Isshiki’s most recent unannounced visit. Three days since he’d threatened to report Akira to the police for having the gall to not let the man deck him. Three days since Isshiki swore he’d sue the clothes off of Sojiro’s back and the cafe into the ground. Three stressful days of waiting and stocking up on medicine in preparation for Joker’s first solo trip into Mementos in the many months since he’d become a Phantom Thief.

Sojiro didn’t know that last part. All he knew was he’d found himself awake in the middle of the night, probably somewhere closer to morning than midnight but not close enough to sunrise to warrant actually waking up. The house was quiet, he was perfectly comfortable, not to mention still tired enough to be sleeping, which meant why he’d even woken up was a mystery. And then something clattered loudly in the kitchen downstairs, followed by a sharp yelp. Futaba. Sojiro didn’t actually think she was hurt, not really. She was perfectly capable of fixing herself a snack and tended to be up at all hours of the night. Nothing out of the ordinary. Really, there wasn’t any reason for him to be concerned, but... it was better to go down and check just to be sure.

He’d expected to find Futaba raiding the fridge, maybe dusting off and muttering curses at an eating utensil that had jumped out of her hand while she was cooking. Instead, she was curled up on the floor, hands pressed to the headphones over her ears and holding on with a white-knuckled grip, tears streaming down her face as she watched the broth from an overturned instant yakisoba spread across the kitchen floor. His daughter shrunk further into herself when she noticed him standing nearby and her shallow, hiccuping breaths were quickly approaching out-and-out hyperventilation. It had been a long while since Futaba had had any issues with food, not like she did when she’d first arrived from her uncle’s care, if one could even call it that. With his surprise reappearance, it wasn’t much of a surprise that she’d relapsed.

In the early days when Sojiro had just taken her in, the only indication she’d eaten anything was the occasional package of instant noodles or container of leftover curry gone missing, “stolen” from their usual spots. A few weeks of reassurances and a well placed sticky note in the lid of a particularly good batch of curry finally got through to her. Sojiro had never once failed in that promise to feed her whenever she asked, no matter what or when, and frequently even made a point of pushing her to eat after she’d started locking herself in her room. Even if she’d healed considerably since then, there were still days the old fear of going hungry or being screamed at for needing to eat lingered and while those scars on her heart may have faded, they never really went away.

It was just one more thing Sojiro hated not knowing how to fix for her. At least he had plenty of practice talking her through it. He stepped over the cooling puddle of broth and settled on the floor next to her, then slowly raised a hand to put on her shoulder. Futaba flinched away at first, but then pressed into the touch. She made no effort to move from where she was hunched on the floor, though, so Sojiro settled for running his hand over her hair.

“ ‘m sorry,” she hiccuped, “I wasted--”

“Futaba.” His voice was gentle, but firm when he cut her off. “Just breathe. You could have dumped out a whole week’s worth of curry for the cafe and I wouldn’t care. Are you alright? Did you burn yourself?” She shook her head. “Can you tell me what happened?” She nodded. “Alright. Deep breaths. Take as much time as you need.” Futaba gulped down a few breaths and inched a little closer to Sojiro as he kept petting her head.

“I had a... had a nightmare. I was at U-uncle’s again because he won... he won custody. He wasn’t letting me eat,” she explained shakily. “Ak-kira was in jail because of me and-and-and you were on the street b-because he took the cafe and... and he was right, I really am cursed--” she sobbed and buried her face in her hands.

“You are not.” Sojiro pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight while she cried. “That deadbeat wouldn’t know a good thing if it punched him in the nose, and you, Futaba Sakura, are the greatest blessing in this old man’s life.” He squeezed her once for emphasis, and she hugged him right back. They sat like that for a few minutes while she got her breathing back under control.

She let out a trembling sigh that shook her whole body. “I just wanted to make myself some food, remind myself that I’m okay. That’s all. Didn’t mean to wake you up. I’m sorry.” Futaba mumbled against his undoubtedly tears-and-snot soaked nightshirt. She took another shuddering breath and tensed in his arms again. “He’s gonna try and take everything from you because of me, because we haven’t been able to--” His arms tightened protectively around her.

“Hey, listen to me. You’re safe. Nothing is going to hurt you. He won’t take you from me ever again. Nobody will.” Sojiro assured her adamantly. “I will do everything in my power to protect our family, understand?” She nodded, arms still locked tight around him.

“Way to go, super dad,” Futaba chuckled weakly, still muffled against his chest.

Sojiro patted her head again with a chuckle of his own. “Nothing super about doing what I should’ve from the beginning.” And then her panicked babbling finally registered in his head. “Wait, what did you mean ‘we haven’t been able to’? Haven’t been able to what?” He asked flatly, pulling back just far enough out of the hug to see the sheepish look on her face. Sojiro fixed her with his best Stern Dad Look in return, then shook his head. “Y’know what, forget I asked. Help your old man up, will you?”

If a bright red calling card turned up with Youji Isshiki’s name on it, Sojiro didn’t need to know anything about it. It wasn’t as though he could be mad, not when he just said he’d do anything to protect the family. Expecting anything else of the two Phantom Thieves under his roof would just make him an old hypocrite.

Futaba disentangled herself and offered him a hand. He pulled himself up to his feet with a grunt and set to cleaning up the sad, cold mess that had been his daughter’s intended comfort food.

“I’ll replace this in the morning.” He said as he dumped the soggy mess into the trash. “So, you have your heart set on instant yakisoba, or can I heat us up some curry before we go back to bed?”

The way her face lit up was answer enough.

#my writing #persona 5 #futaba sakura #sojiro sakura #coffee fam #dad senses were tingling #sorry this took me several days and I really hope you don't miss it cause anons don't get notified when their stuff gets answered #plus I tend to bury stuff I make under ten thousand inane reblogs #answers to questions y'all actually asked #hey nonnie nonnie #after this I am gonna work more on wingman tho cause now I need some lighthearted shenanigans again #like feel free to send more but it'll probably be a while til I get to them #long post #kinda #you ever just have one of those days where the tiniest thing just sets you off into a horrific cascade of anxiety?#where you know you're in a better place now but somehow old habits still creep up on you if you've got enough background radiation stress?#today's angst brought to you by I don't wanna talk about it

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magioftheseas · 3 years

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Rivalmance Week Ficlets #3

For the AkeShuAke Rivalmance 2021

Day 3: Illness/Injury/Flowers

Under a read more as it’s almost 1.5K but can also be read on Ao3.

There’s someone who keeps bringing him flowers without fail and it’s quite the mystery.

There’s a lot that he doesn’t know. He’s been in the hospital for a few weeks now. No memory—not even a name. Some of the nurses have taken to calling him Taro as sort of a joke and a means of practicality, but he doesn’t think that’s right.

He doesn’t know, but he just has the feeling.

There’s a lot about himself that’s strange. The injuries, for starters. According to the doctors, he had been inflicted with a near-fatal bullet wound to the chest. He had even been comatose. It was suggested that his memory loss was due to shock, but even the doctor seemed unsure.

All the same, he was treated and recuperated. The staff could be rather detached at times, but he was helped quite a bit. Either out of professionalism, actual compassion or—well. Because of his looks. He may not know much, but he has noticed that he gets fawned over.

So much so that when he gets the first bouquet, the nurse just giggles.

“Seems you have an admirer, Taro-kun,” she remarks, cupping her cheek. “Apparently this young man saw you and just couldn’t resist!”

The bouquet is addressed to his room number. There’s a note attached but not any words on it. Just a scribbled drawing of a crow. A similar drawing of a crow accompanied the next bouquet. And the one after that.

Thus, he had taken to calling the secret admirer Crow.

...except something about that felt wrong. Really wrong. Wrong in a way that he can’t quite parse.

Alas, he had nothing else to call this admirer beyond Strange and Persistent, so Crow it was.

Crow was very strange. And very persistent. While the bouquets were always arranged beautifully, the flowers chosen were—hm. Red china asters and daisies. Quite the unusual pick, one that seemed suspiciously pointed.

He suspected that Crow knew him, but couldn’t do much with this suspicion besides theorize.

Was Crow a former lover unable to face his amnesiac once partner?

(That didn’t feel right.)

Was Crow a stiff colleague who merely felt for his plight but didn’t feel comfortable approaching him?

(That didn’t feel right either.)

Was Crow a stalker taking his opportunity or even a prankster?

(For some reason, he preferred that option.)

Well, he was about to be transferred soon. He was still getting used to his crutches and he was still experiencing chest pains and headaches, but the doctors said he was sturdy and stubborn. Admittedly, he preened under the praise even as he still felt frustrated at how clear it was that the staff coming to a loss of what to do with him.

No one had come to ‘claim’ him as it were. Perhaps he didn’t have anyone. No one at all. Not even enemies.

No one except the annoyingly aloof and elusive Crow. So, he writes up a note of his own, demanding answers and at least a presence, to be given to Crow at the next opportunity. Since he was at the end of his rope, he wasn’t sure what he’d do if he got nothing in response or, worse, if Crow decided to stop sending flowers altogether.

Imagine his surprise (and relief) when he’s finally told he has a visitor and finally, finally, the mysterious Crow makes his appearance.

He’s not sure what he expected. But—this person, this young man who can’t be further than a year from him in age was—well.

Well, his curly black hair looked like a bird’s nest, so perhaps Crow wasn’t so unfitting. Except he just doesn’t want to call this person that. He doesn’t know why, he just doesn’t, especially when this boy is so miserably hunched before him with a gaze obscured by thick, overbearing glasses.

“Taro-kun,” the nurse chided sweetly. He almost forgot about her. “It’s rude to gape.”

He shuts his mouth, swallows, and—“Sorry. Can you give us a moment?” Whoever he was, he smiles pleasantly like it’s something he’s done all his life. Even if he’s not the slightest bit happy. Whatever. That smile is enough to get the nurse giddy and eagerly going along with it.

But, Crow has straightened up, and—oh, Crow’s gaze is dark. A grim steel, piercing like a blade.

“...you really don’t remember anything?” Crow asks once they’re alone, and, wow, that’s quite the deep voice for someone so dead set on appearing unassuming. “Nothing at all?”

“Obviously not,” he replied, unable to help a scowl. In a way, he is pissed that it’s turning out Crow is unfairly attractive once observed. He waves his hand at Crow, gesturing for the other to come closer. Crow does, almost too quickly.

Almost too eagerly.

“I don’t...” Crow is looking at him with such expectation that it’s embarrassing. “I don’t...remember anything. And I don’t have anyone or anywhere else to go. You’re my only lead, so I just... I wanted to actually talk to you.”

“You don’t know me,” Crow pointed out.

“I don’t—but I get the feeling I can trust you.” He needs to pick out his words carefully. “If not, well...it’s better than rotting away without a clue.”

Crow’s lips curl into the slightest smile. It only reaches his eyes enough to be a mere flicker in that intense gaze. It’s here that he’s starting to piece together that whatever relationship he had with Crow was more complicated than he feared.

And he is...afraid. For some reason, he’s very afraid.

“...can I get your name first? I want something to call you.”

“What have you been calling me in your head?”

It’s annoying how afraid he is of someone who both interests and frustrates him. More so when this person flusters him as well.

“Because of the drawing, I think of you as Crow.” Why does he feel so embarrassed to admit this? Urgh. “It was that or Stalker. But if you insist on being obtuse, I suppose I can settle for Weirdo.”

And Crow—Stalker, Weirdo, Crow, Someone Important laughs at him.

It’s such an attractive laugh. What the hell.

“I guess it’s not that weird,” the person admits, but then, he sweeps down, taking his hand and gripping it tight between his gloved fingers. “I’m Akira. Kurusu Akira. That drawing—was supposed to be you. You’re Crow.”

...I’m Crow?

That—that actually sounded right.

That sounded right.

“You do know me!” he bursts out with, gripping Akira’s hand greedily and eagerly in return. Akira does flinch, gets red in the face, and he’s too excited to take satisfaction from that. Finally, finally—! “Then, you’ll help me right? Akira? You—you know me. I-I’m not asking you to take me in, but...god, I feel like I’ve been waiting for something for so long. And your flowers—!” He needs to take a breath. Ah, was he perhaps gripping Akira’s hand too tight? “China asters—those mean recollection. In...in flower language. And change... It’s...”

It’s...strange. What was our relationship? Well, I can figure it out. I can find out. Finally, I have somewhere to go, someone to start with.

“Whatever’s between us, it’s something significant,” he presses avidly. “So—you’ll help me, right? Akira?”

He’s pleading. For some reason, he wants to beg. Grovel, even. Especially with the stricken way Akira looks at him.

“...Akira?”

Akira blinks. Why—does he look like he wants to cry? And yet, Akira’s expression still steels in resolve.

“Obviously...I’ll help you. I’m sorry I took so long, Crow. I’m sorry...” Akira looks as though there’s more to say, more to do, but he settles with this for now. “For however long it takes, I’ll help you. Even if you never get your memory back.”

He has thought about just accepting the name Taro and carving out a new name for himself. For some reason, he was never able to go through with it. And now faced with Akira, he realizes he never would. It turns out that he’s someone who hates the idea of giving up.

“I’ll do everything I can, Akira. Now. I have questions. And I expect you to answer them.”

“It’s going to be complicated,” Akira says gently as a warning, and he does hate that a little. He’s not sure if he hates the tender way Akira regards him. For now...

For now...

“We have all the time in the world, so we might as well start somewhere.”

#shuake #akeshu #goro akechi #akechi goro #akira kurusu #Magi fics #rivalmance

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On Goro Akechi’s morals and forgiveness (character analysis, but also just a very rambly post)

Akechi is… a very interesting character, I have no doubt about this. Also my favorite of course, if you hadn’t figured that out yet by this giant text you’re about to read (sorry). I have a lot I want to talk about in regards to him since he is so intriguing and we actually don’t have that much info about how his thought process works so it leaves a lot of room for speculation.

In any case, in this meta in specific I’m going to be talking about Akechi’s...morality(?), forgiveness and his relationship with regret. I’m not sure if that’s the best word to define this but I’ll roll with it for now. I’ll try to be fair and talk about things as I personally see them, it’s totally fine if you don’t share my views! Now, onto the actual meta.

Starting off, as people are obviously aware, Akechi is a morally gray character, a darker shade of, but he’s a sympathetic and tragic character nonetheless. That much is undeniable, he was written to be sympathetic, even if I’d argue Atlus did a pretty poor job of it in Vanilla (he was still my favorite ever since then though lol) but he’s reached his true potential in Royal, which makes me immensely happy to see. I get so unbelievably happy whenever I see people saying Royal changed their perception of him and started to like him more! But even then, there are a lot of people who just can’t forgive him for what he did, and that’s only natural. I personally think that, if you don’t try to sympathize with Akechi and truly, truly try to understand his mind and history, you’re doing him a huge disservice. But, forgiveness is something that everyone is free to think and decide if he deserves it or not. In Akechi’s case, I feel like forgiveness is something much more personal to the player, and this shows between the Phantom Thieves too.

There is a visual novel I hold very close to my heart called Umineko no Naku Koro Ni (which I’ll be quoting relentlessly throughout this entire post) that illustrates what I think better than I could put into words, so I’ll be quoting that scene with a few tweaks for better context:

“You said you understood the culprit’s motive.”

“...Yes.”

“Is that motive… a satisfying explanation for why they’d [commit murder]?!”

“Who knows. That’s for you to decide. Even if I say it’s satisfying, that doesn’t mean it will satisfy you. …You have to decide that for yourself.”

I really like this. It reminds me a lot of Akechi’s situation. I firmly believe that this has no “objective”, “most correct” answer to, just your personal feelings, which are the most important. I, as a player, do forgive Akechi, I want him to have a happy ending, another chance at life, manage to live happily with Akira and have some fun for once. That’s what “forgiveness” means to me in this situation, but while some people may empathize with Akechi, they still can’t forgive him. They think he should stay forever in jail or die since he cannot be redeemed in any way in their eyes. Where do I wanna go with this endless blabbering you ask, and I respond, I just want to try and see Akechi’s actions through two different lenses.

Well, I personally don’t like downplaying the crimes he committed and dumbing it down to “he was being manipulated” because, even if this is not false, it is not entirely correct either. Akechi is so fun to speculate about because he’s a character who is always clashing against himself in various ways as if he was in a constant state of internal turmoil, and this is not very different.

Akechi himself made the choice to go to Shido. It is extremely unlikely that he didn’t know he was going to be using his new powers for murder. He may have been very young, but despite the fact that he was a child forced to mature prematurely, he knew exactly which type of person Shido was. When he walked into that deal he was aware of the consequences and had fully made peace with the fact that he’d be taking another person’s life. Now, I’m not saying that Shido never manipulated him because he did, but not with that particular choice.

This alone tells plenty about Akechi’s morals. I believe that Akechi indeed has some level of empathy for other people, but I sincerely doubt he feels especially bad about the Okumura-like people he had to kill. He might feel bad for the family of the victims or just feel nauseated with himself, however, he doesn’t regret a thing. As if he had grown numb to it. ...Until a certain point, that is, but I’ll talk about that later.

I would also like to elaborate further on Akechi’s continuous conflict with himself, and this particular piece of Maruki’s confidant immediately reminded me of this:

He’s talking about Akira here, but isn’t it interesting to note that Akechi’s internalized and externalized realities are, in contrast to Akira’s, the farthest they could possibly be from each other? His sense of justice, childlike desire to be loved and seen as a hero, in contrast to the cold-blooded murderer he had become? It’s like there are two people fighting it out inside of Akechi’s brain (lol) which must cause him a lot of distress. I don’t believe that Robin Hood is a ruse or that his Detective Prince façade is entirely fake. The way I see it, they are his ideal, which he strayed so far away from he lost grasp of who he himself is.

In my opinion, Akechi has never cared about fame the slightest bit, he used all of that as an opportunity to act out the person he wished he was, just and virtuous, while still being the feral murderer and bloodstained person he is today. These are two integral parts of him that he has never known how to reconcile. It’s interesting to note that in the third semester he was the one who since the beginning advocated firmly to return to the harsh reality but he had spent the entire game living in the comforting “detective prince” dream he made for himself until the engine room scene happened.

With the third semester context, the engine room becomes so interesting because that scene is akin to Sumire finding out she’s not Kasumi. It’s a cold bucket of water thrown straight to Akechi’s face and telling him to wake up from this lie he made to comfort himself and face reality: he is no hero. Despite the fact that he is, too, a victim, he is simultaneously a murderer who perpetuated with the cycle of his father’s aggressions and he cannot escape that fact. Worse, he was being manipulated all along and his revenge plan and arguably his only reason to live AND justification for his actions was completely crushed.

Once again, this Umineko scene illustrates what I think Akechi’s situation up until that point was like:

Akechi rationalized every awful, inexcusable thing he did as, “It’s for my revenge’s sake” and ran with it. He was incredibly blinded by his hate and ignored the weight of the consequences of his actions up until that point where everything came crashing down right in front of his eyes. There is no excuse and no justification for that.

However, Akechi was also abused himself. There is no excuse for what he did, but is getting back at the person who took everything from him so reprehensible a thought? Is wanting justice against someone who essentially ruined your life not understandable? Many people like to say “cool motive still murder” or things of the like, but I’m asking you again to put yourself in his shoes.

Yet AGAIN with a Umineko screencap:

I played this the other day and one of the first things I thought of was Akechi. A lot of people draw parallels between Akechi and Adachi, but that’s just so damn wrong and make me lose my hair so much and become completely bald because that couldn’t be farther from the truth and I’m gently asking you to reconsider. In the pic above, Adachi would fit the “homicidal maniac” mentioned to a T, and while Akechi is by absolutely no means free of guilt and much less a stellar person, his crimes were moved completely by his heart.

For the people who use his choice to become Shido’s hitman to say Akechi does not deserve any kind of forgiveness and that he’s a murderous maniac, I ask you to at least think of what state of mind he was at that moment. Think very hard about it, imagine how completely bleak life must have looked like then, to the point that he risked everything on murder.

This is nothing more than my speculation, but I believe Akechi’s thought process at that moment was something along the lines of, “I have nothing to lose since my (current) life is completely meaningless". It was as if he had reached such a numb state he chose to forgo all his morals and humanity in pursuit of at least one thing that would give his life meaning, that being his hate for Shido, which I also think was the only emotion he ever truly understood well ever since his mom passed.

Since Akechi is all about conflicting emotions though, I would also like to remind you how vulnerable Akechi really is to any kind of affection. His “childlikeness” that Robin Hood represents was, by all accounts, still there. Akechi has a desperate need to be loved while simultaneously putting up walls and wearing masks, making it extremely difficult to have any kind of meaningful relationship. This is something that Shido thoroughly takes advantage of, too.

That’s also why one of his lines to Akira hit so much harder for me, following this reasoning. “If only we had met a few years earlier,” expresses many emotions at once. If Akechi had known something other than misery and hatred during that period of his life he would not have latched so thoroughly to that revenge plan. Akechi simply had nothing to lose, since he had nothing at all.

I mentioned earlier that Akechi doesn’t regret a thing, which I still think it’s true. Before he had met Akira, he truly did not regret a thing, but meeting Akira caused him a lot of strife because not only Akira is a person whose whole existence flaunts everything Akechi could have had if he hadn’t fallen into fate’s trap, but Akechi also experiences happiness through his connection with Akira. Hanging out and talking to him truly makes him happy, and it’s something more genuine than he’s ever known. Yet, it’s too late, because his choices were already set in stone and he had already pulled the trigger with no way to take any of the bullets back.

That’s why Akechi is so confusing, so controversial and sometimes uncomfortable to think about. There is no clear line between good or bad, he just is something in the middle. Akechi is both a person who ruined a lot of people’s lives with no regard whatsoever to the consequences but also a victim rebelling and retaliating against the person who took everything from him and made his life a living hell. That’s why it’s so hard for not only some players to form opinions about him but also downright uncomfortable for the Phantom Thieves to think about. There is no objectively best answer for what he deserves. It just doesn’t exist. Should he spend the rest of his life in jail, or dead, because his crimes were inexcusable? Or should he be given another chance at life to learn to be happy? It’s entirely subjective, and that’s why he’s so great to think or discuss about.

Aaand that’s it, I’m grateful you read so far, hope I didn’t piss anyone off, also not gonna pretend this wasn’t very self indulgent because of the amount of times I quoted Umineko in it. Anyways, thank you!

SIDE NOTE: I didn’t write this recently, it had been sitting on my drafts for some months now and I found it again today and decided to just release it into the wild because why not? I think this was meant to be much longer than it is and to elaborate more eloquently on a lot of points I brought up (like the PT with Akechi) but alas, I lost the train of thought and so it Perished.

#goro akechi #meta #p5r spoilers #persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 royal #character analysis #long post

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lil-meow-meow-goes-rawr · 4 years

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Doubts

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Genre: Fantasy, Pirate AU, magic, time travel, romance

Warnings: none

Rating: General

Word Count: 2.2K

Synopsis: Jungkook finds himself alone in a new time with too many questions left unanswered and no way home.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who’s been reading this new series! I do plan to update once a week if I can. If anyone would like to be added to the tag list, let me know💜 Otherwise, all parts will be posted under the #In Another Life - AU for easy finding and of course they’ll all be posted under the masterlist. Happy reading!

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From the moment he awoke on the pier, alone and unfamiliar with his new terrain, Jungkook knew something was amiss. Aoi was not with him. He struggled to control his fear as he fought to navigate this new world. The only thing which told him this was his ocean was the familiar island cliffs just off the coast. Nothing else remained the same. The cobblestone streets had been replaced with a rough, black substance. He saw no horses as it seemed everyone in this town had become wealthy enough to own an automobile of their own. Buildings twice the size of any he’d ever seen, towered over the crowded streets.

Navigation was more than challenging. It only took one mistake of stepping out onto the street without first glancing in either direction for Jungkook to realize the dangers this new time possessed. The people here were far less friendly than those he’d met along his journeys in years past. He could not allow Aoi to navigate this horrifying new world on her own.

Jungkook spent every waking moment searching for her. With each passing day he’d become more frustrated. No one had seen her. No one seemed to know who she was. The sorceress had tricked him. He never should have allowed her to take Aoi.

That had been three years ago. The life he’d built for himself in this new time was hardly anything to be proud of. With no gift to his name, he was cast out by the rest of the people. He’d been deemed an outcast.

“Are you even listening?”

Jungkook shook himself from his own mind, blinking over to the man in front of his bike, securing a new headlight in place. Jae bore a remarkable resemblance to his quartermaster, Yoongi. He resembled that of a cat with his soft features and feline eyes. Jae was a bit shorter and his hair a striking blonde, but those remained the only differences.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?”

Jae sighed, standing up straight and wiping the grease from his hands. “You’re head’s all over the place today. Is everything alright?”

Jungkook leaned heavily across the seat of his bike, the wrench twirling lazily around his fingers. Of course nothing was alright. Today marked three years since he’d been sent to this cursed time and he still had no leads as to where Aoi may be. Three years she’d been on her own. He had no way of knowing if she was even still alive. He’d managed to fail her yet again. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

“Liar,” Jae gave him a pointed look, “you’re thinking about her again.”

Jungkook threw the wrench into the toolbox and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “I don’t get it. It’s been three years. Rawena sent me here for the sole purpose of protecting Aoi, so where is she? How am I meant to know whether she’s even still alive? What if bringing her here didn’t work? I left my men to fend for themselves and yet I can’t even do the job I was sent here to do. Tell me, why do I keep thinking I can save her when I have no magic of my own?”

“Look,” Jae smacked the end of his rag against Jungkook’s cheek, leaving a smear of grease across his skin, “I know you come from a different time, but you’ve got to realize Aoi is perfectly capable of saving herself. Would she really want you sitting around blaming yourself for something that’s out of your control? You did what you felt was needed to save her life. If she’s anything like you say she is, she would have done the same for you. Now stop whining and turn the bike on. We need to have this thing up and running before Akira comes for you again.”

With a small smile, Jungkook did as he was told. Much like Yoongi, Jae never hesitated to put Jungkook in his place. He spoke the truth plainly, unlike others who would talk in circles for hours before finally saying what they mean.

Jae had given Jungkook his first bike the very day they met. It had not taken Jungkook long to learn that, if he were going to find Aoi, he would need some form of transportation. However, transportation was not easily obtained. Money was needed as an exchange. Something of which he had none. Yet finding work of any sort was next to impossible without some sort of magical skill. He’d nearly given up hope, resorting to his own methods of obtaining a vehicle. Methods which would surely land him in the prodigious prisons. Despite it all, Jungkook deemed it a necessary risk.

Luckily, the car he’d attempted to procure had belonged to Jae, a young man just a few years younger than Jungkook. With ripped jeans and an oversized hoodie which hid his tiny frame, Jae did not resemble the rest of the people from his time. Instead of reprimanding Jungkook for his actions, he offered to help. Jae found Jungkook only a week after arriving in this new world and he’d taken the lost boy under his wing, never once questioning his story.

He taught Jungkook the ways of his world and had provided him with work inside the mechanic shop his uncle owned. Whether Jae had truly believed Jungkook’s story at first, he wasn’t sure but he was glad for the boy’s kindness. For Jungkook may not have been able to find Aoi, but it had not taken Akira long to find him. Just as he had been in Jungkook’s own time, Akira was bent on destroying him in this world as well. Having met Jae was one of the few reasons Jungkook managed to survive this long.

“Have you figured out why he wants to kill you so badly?” Jae called over the sound of the engine.

Jungkook shook his head in defeat. Two days ago, Akira had attempted to run Jungkook off the road, wrecking his bike in the process. Jae had been quick to volunteer his help to fix it. “Not a clue.”

“Well, did you do anything way back in your time that may have made him hate you so much?”

“You mean besides kidnapping and dating his daughter?”

Jae poked his head up from beside the bike and grinned, “Yeah, besides that.”

Jungkook shrugged. “He’s hated me for as long as I can remember. Even before I met Aoi.”

“Well there’s got to be some reason. That witch, she didn’t give you any details?”

Jungkook closed his eyes, battling against his rising anger. It was always the same questions. Jae was determined to understand it all yet he struggled to put the pieces together. None of it made any sense. Jungkook could hardly understand it all himself.

The engine cut off as Jae pushed himself to his feet again. “Sorry, I’ll stop asking. I just think it’s a little strange. I mean, this guy’s been after you for your entire life and you have no idea why? Then there’s the sorceress who tells you to stop him but never tells you exactly what it is you’re stopping. If it were me, I wouldn’t know who to trust.”

“You think I do?”

Jae changed the subject with a small shrug, not liking the tension that had grown between them. “I’m picking Kihyun up from the hospital later.”

“Yeah? How’s he doing?” Jungkook threw his leg over the bike, thankful for the reprieve.

“He called this morning, said they’re releasing him in a few hours. If you want, we could search the upper town again while we’re there. We haven’t done that in a few months.”

Jungkook kept quiet.

Jae gave him a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Honestly, Jae?” Jungkook’s voice shook slightly as he fiddled with the clutch, “I’m starting to think she’s not even here.”

“What makes you say that?”

“It’s been three years. Don’t you think we would have found her if she were?”

“Wow,” Jae dropped his rag on the table and climbed aboard his own bike, starting it up with a little more force than was necessary, “so that’s it? You’re just giving up?” Strapping his helmet on, he lifted the visor and turned to Jungkook. The disappointment in his eyes was worse than all the anger he could have shown. “I can’t tell you what to do, Kook. But Kihyun and I will be on the north side in a few hours. Feel free to join us if you want.” He sped out of the garage then, leaving Jungkook alone and buried in doubts.

Two hours later, Jungkook found himself speeding down the streets of northern Phainomai. He’d left Jae a text saying he’d meet them at the old train depot. The site had been abandoned for years. It was the location where Jae had taught Jungkook to ride, marking the beginning of his new life. Jungkook decided it would be a good enough place as any to continue his search.

Doubts lingered at the back of his mind. The voices too loud to drown out. He’d searched the northern areas more times than he could count, yet there’d been no trace of her. Jae was right though. He couldn’t just give up. She had to be there somewhere. Jungkook had attempted to leave Phainomai after the first three months but Rawena’s magic wouldn’t allow it. He was trapped within the city borders. While the city was large, after three years he felt as if he’d searched every inch of it. Jae of course had been nothing but helpful. Kihyun was much more cynical, but Jungkook couldn’t blame him. Even in a land of magic, Jungkook’s story was hard to believe.

Jungkook rested his bike on the kickstand before falling onto the bench which sat beside the old tracks. He could hardly see them beneath all the overgrowth. Aoi would have loved it there. She’d always been fascinated with abandoned places, claiming each had a unique history and story worth telling. Jungkook smiled at the memories. She’d taken them through every empty town or castle they’d come across on their voyages, much to the displeasure of his crew.

“Well, well, well,” Keiji stepped out from behind the depot building, his helmet in hand and a smirk on his lips, “look who we have here.” Fiery red hair stuck up at odd angles from being pressed beneath his helmet.

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he’d picked up from Yoongi years ago. He didn’t have the energy to deal with this today.

Keiji had been a long time rival. Since the day Jae introduced Jungkook to the thrill of street racing and Jungkook had beaten Keiji his first time out, the boy had declared them enemies. Their rivalry only grew with every race Keiji lost against him.

“I don’t have time for this, Keiji. Go annoy someone else for a while.”

“You don’t look like you’re all that busy.”

“I’m waiting for someone.”

“Me too.” Keiji slid onto the bench beside him, crossing his legs and resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he braced his elbow on his knee. “I didn’t realize you were so popular.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I don’t understand why anyone would want to hang out with someone like you. I mean besides Jae but he’s just as strange as you are.”

The more Keiji’s voice rang through his ears, the more Jungkook wanted to bash his head through a wall. After refusing to help find Aoi, Jungkook had grown a certain detestation for the boy.

“What are you doing here?”

“Some guy paid me a month’s tuition to find you. I couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that. Not when Dad’s still threatening to cut me off.” Leaning in closer, Keiji’s voice dropped to a whisper, as if he were sharing a secret. “So tell me, Jungkook, what makes you so special?”

Jungkook didn’t grace him with an answer. He was on his feet and leaping onto his bike before Keiji had time to react. Keiji’s gift allowed him to know anyone’s location at any given moment, and while he didn’t like doing anything for anyone else, with enough money, anyone could be bought. Jungkook knew only one person who would pay that kind of money to learn of his location.

“Hey! You owe me a fair race. Where are you going?”

Jungkook started the engine in response. If Keiji had already alerted Akira to his location, it wouldn’t be long before he arrived. Jungkook had to be gone by then.

Fate had other plans.

Akira rounded the corner just as Jungkook shifted into first gear. Jungkook’s heart pounded wildly against his chest. The metal piping gripped in Akira’s left hand spoke of the man’s intentions. Jungkook had a feeling he wouldn’t be quite so lucky with his escape today.

Keiji shouted after them, confused and frustrated as they tore away from the depot. Tires squealed as they hit the pavement, the rubber fighting to gain traction. Jungkook was a good rider but he knew Akira was better. He would need to find some way to shake him from his tail before Akira gained the upper hand. Settling in, Jungkook hunched himself over as low as he could, feeding as much speed to his bike as he could handle.

The chase was on.

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nightowlfandom · 4 years

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Izuku Midorya- The Hero In Me (Part 1)

Hey guys! So I am off schedule by a billion, but I thought this would be fun so here we are.

You are part of one of the most elite hero squads in all of Japan, however when the oldest of the bunch insists that you hang up your costume for a while to ‘find your way in life’. You didn’t think that would mean being forced to go back to school...

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Leggo!

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“And we are here right in Tokyo where the famed Phoenix Titans have just saved the city yet again from a giant killer robot! “

UGH! Another one! These guys show up every other week. You brushed rubble off your sleeves as you stood up straight. You groaned in sheer pain, holding your stomach as you stood upright.

“Y/N!” Akira rushed over to you. “You alright?”

“Could be better.” You coughed. “Where’s Amelia and Haru-”

Before you could even ask your question, Haruki quite literally fell out of the sky...onto Akira. The two heroes fell to the ground, both groaning in pain.

“Amelia you asshole.” Haruki groaned. “Oh Hi Y/N!”

“Hey Haru.” you giggled, quickly forgetting about your own pain. “Where’s Amelia?”

“Right here!”

You looked up to the sky to see your acrobatic teammate twirling to the air. She landed on the ground, holding what looked like the robot’s computer. “Had to get this puppy.” she shrugged. “Good plan on using a Haru as bait.” She laughed.

“Oh you two are always using me as bait.” he argued, standing up. “How many killer robots does this city get anyways!”

“2 in at least a month.” Akira replied, hoisting himself off his feet.

“Let’s have a word with them now!”

It wasn’t long before cameras were being aimed at the four of you. A microphone was shoved in your face and you were joined by a woman in a snot-green pants suit.

“I’m Kira Sayoko and we’re here with the famed Phoenix Titans who just saved the city from a killer robot! There’s Makeshift, The Jade Archer, Red Frost, and Y/H/N, the youngest edition to the titans. Tell us! How does it feel to know you are the most favored heroes in all of the countries?”

“Uhhhh Tiring?” Makeshift (Akira) raised an eyebrow. “Are there any other heroes who can take care of this because we are getting tired of hearing our hotline ring.” he scratched the back of his head.

“Oh you’re so funny!” Kira snorted. “Well inside sources tell us that the famed All-Might is on vacation.”

“Yeah that’s great and all but I’m pretty sure All-Might and the P.T aren’t the only heroes in Japan. I have a date tonight and I have a hair appointment!” Red Frost (Amelia) complained.

“Who designs your supersuits!!” Kira completely ignored your teammates’ jabs.

“We do?” you raised an eyebrow. “Not sure how this is a relevant question.” You quickly noticed the crowd around you. How you didn’t notice it before, you’ll never realize.

“Well we’d love to stay and chat, but we must talk to the fans!” The Jade Archer (Haru) bowed respectfully to the camera. “Come on, team!”

Amelia quickly rushed over to a group of young girls wearing Red Frost T-Shirts. Haru pranced over to a group of older looking women, who all seemed to be digging his thin super suit. (Hey, ladies love men in tights)

“Go on.” Akira nudged you forward. “Go say hi.”

“Akira. I don’t think anyone in that crowd is here for me.”

“Y/H/N I LOVE YOU!”

You turned towards the crowd along with Akira. A boy with dark green hair was screaming at the top of his lungs. “Y/H/N! Y/H/N! I LOVE YOU!”

“Looks like you got yourself a fan.” The older hero laugh. “Go go.” he pat your back. You shyly made your way over to the crowd.

“Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Y-you’re looking at me!”

“Say something idiot.” A blonde boy crossed his arms refusing to look at you.

“Nice friend you got there.” you scoffed. “Always nice to meet a fan.” you smiled at the boy. “What’s your name?”

“Um...Izuku! Izuku Midorya!” he looked as if he was about to pee himself. “Umm This is my friend, Bakugou!”

“I’m not your friend, Deku!” the blond barked in response. “Don’t get any ideas. I was hoping for some bloodshed!” he turned his nose up at you.

“It’s not too late for that.” You threatened, looking his up and down. “You wanna talk this elsewhere?”

“....Pfft! Like I have time to waste on you!” (But little did you know, on the inside he was fanboying over you threatening him)

“That’s what I thought.” You turned your attention back to Izuku.

“I haven’t been this excited since- Uh...nevermind!! C-can I get a picture with you?”

“Sure, why not.” you smiled. “I don’t look like a messy, right?” you got prepared as he whipped out his phone.

“N-no! You look great! Even after fighting a giant robot.”

“Alright, let’s do this!” You put an arm around Izuku. The boy squeaked a bit, freezing at your touch. Was he dreaming?

“3, 2, 1!” you put on a smile as the camera went off. “Perfect! I’ll treasure this forever!”

“I’m glad.” you winked. “May we cross paths soon, Sir Midoriya”

“Really? Ya mean it!”

“I do.” you nodded with a wink. “We’ll be seeing eachother again soon.”

... (Time Skip)

“YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?!” you yelled at the top of your lungs!

Not even ten minutes back at headquarters and Akira, Haruki, and Amelia are all sat at the dinner table with somber looks on their faces. You, however were livid. SCHOOL? WERE THEY SERIOUS?

“We just feel like your opportunity to be a young adult was taken away when you joined the team. We don’t want you to waste your time.”

“You should have thought of that before you fucking RECRUITED me!” you stood up. “You’re sending me to some school to teach me how to be a hero. NEWSFLASH I’M ALREADY A HERO!” you pointed to yourself. “...So you’re kicking me off the team?”

“Of course not!” Amelia reasoned. “You just need to focus on your studies. Find out of you really want to be a hero. You’re the youngest. So for the time being, we’ll find someone to take your place. At least until you’re a bit older.”

“Oh and here it is! You guys are almost thirty, you want to be the mature team, right?” you crossed your arms. “I’m just the kid of the team, right?”

“Y/N It’s not like that.”Haruki tried to say.

“When do I start?” You cut off Haruki, not wanting to continue this discussion any longer.

“Tomorrow.” Akira replied.

“Fine.” you kicked your chair back under the table and stormed off. “I don’t want to be part of a team that just sees me as a child anyways.”

As you stormed off, Amelia sighed. “I told you she’d react like that.”

“This will be good for her!” Akira declared. “Trust me!”

...

“Stupid uniform.” you glowered. You pulled at the stupid blazer you were stuck wearing. Haruki had offered to take you along with him, but you curtly denied. You’d rather pick up what was left of your dignity alone. The story hadn’t broken to the news yet, and you were just dreading it. “Ugh!” you kept your head down as you walked.

“Hey! Watch out!”

“Wha-?” You finally looked up, only to run into something. The impact send you straight to the ground. When you looked up you saw a boy staring down at you.

“My apologies. I didn’t see you there.” he spoke lowly. He held out his hand for you to take, which you did gratefully. You stood to your feet. You shortly studied the stranger who helped you up. White and red hair split right down the middle. one gray eye, the other blue. He looked confident. You’d have to remember his face.

“Sorry.” You grumbled, walking past him. You started up at the building with disgust. You didn’t need to be here. It would have been less insulting to send you to a regular school.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed. It was a message from Haruki!

Hey kid! Good luck and Kick some ass today! (Insert some crazy meme here)

You could only smile sadly. While they were coming from a good place, it still didn’t make sense. As you were looking down at your phone, you felt like you were being watched. Your only moved your eyes, just a minute. Out the the corner of your vision, you could see people looking at you. Well, staring was a better word.

“Is that Y/H/N?” “What is she doing here?” “She’s wearing a uniform...” “Is she a student?”

Great...today was staring off really swell. What else could happen...

#anime x reader #anime imagines #anime scenarios #anime headcanons #anime x reader imagines #anime x reader scenarios #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #deku x reader #deku #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader #deku imagines #izuku imagines #midorya imagines #deku fluff

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godestof3worlds · 4 years

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On the 1st Day of Christmas my true love gave to me - A Partridge in a Pear Tree

A lot of things can happen in a span of a second, tick since we’re in space. In a second you can feel immense joy for opening a Christmas present to only receive a book of from your father. In a second you could feel a bond with a sentimental lion. In a second you can be completing a mission, then all of a sudden you see fire engulf one of your companions. In a second you could be about to ram your ship into a shield only for there to be no need to complete the course.

That is what happened to me only half an hour ago, half a varga since we’re still in space. I'm just there in the room with the paladins of Voltron and rebels while trying to calm myself from the adrenaline rush. I don’t think nobody knows what almost happened except for maybe Matt, who keeps looking at me. I try to pay attention to Kolivan , I really do try, but my mind is running at a mile per minute about how I almost died.

I shouldn’t be feeling like this. I mean I have almost died several times, and it’s not me being dramatic. I'm in a war, I put my life on the line so others don’t have to. This one though, this one was like facing death head on whereas the other times I didn’t care how close to death I really was. I would have gone through with the act, would have rammed my ship into the shield to save the coalition.

The mission before the individual.

That’s the Blades’ way.

Thank goodness Lotor was there, but even then, that act alone leads me to wanting answers for my millions of questions I have for the prince. Why help us? Why go against your own empire? Why now decide to join the fight? What did he do to want to switch side from being the enemy, to being the ally? What will he gain?

So many confusing questions that I can feel them behind my eyelids. I shake out of my thoughts in time to see Shiro and Kolivan nod before everybody starts to exit the room.

I quickly get out of my seat and leave the room, but not before I hear Kolivan call out, “We’ll be leaving in a varga,”

I nod my head, knowing he probably won’t see it, but it’s still the action of doing it. I don’t really know what to do. Everybody is busy, I don’t think I could really go to my old room, and I doubt I can go to the training deck. Kolivan has already warned me beforehand that if he catches me on the training deck here, he will make me do drills for five vargas straight. I may have great stamina, but Kolivan’s drill is a nightmare.

I just start to walk over to the kitchen to grab a water, my throat dry, before I see a shadow start to follow me, then a hand lands on my shoulder and before I can process whoever it is, my instincts take over. I grab the hand and twist it before I turn around, about to kick the offender’s leg out of them-

“Woah there Keith. It’s me. It's your second unofficially adopted older brother,” Matt quickly shouts with wide eyes.

I let go of his hand as I take a step back, “Sorry,” I apologized. I try to get away because I know why Matt is here and not with his sister, and I don’t want to talk about it but-

“Ah Kogane, I should know better than to startle a Samurai ninja like that after an almost death experience,” He says.

“First, I'm not a ninja samurai -”

“ Yes you are-”

“Samurai are nobles that decided to be warriors in ancient Japanese, whereas ninjas are just normal people in Japan who are spies, and assassins, and last I checked, I'm not a noble,” I blurt out.

“Well sorry that I don’t keep useless information on these types of things,” I just shrug as I start to walk away.

“Bye Matt,” I wave and I start to speed walk away.

“Nope, no you don’t. You don’t get to walk off like that after you did a kamikaze move like that.” he grabs my shoulder to turn me around so I could face him, “I thought the Japanese did that in World War ||, and you are Korean, it’s not like it’s in your blood or anything,”

“I didn’t go through with it, Lotor shot down the shield in time, so I'm fine,”

“You almost died and you are going to just walk off like that,” we start walking to an unknown destination.

“We almost die all the time-”

“But nobody goes running head first into a forcefield, you’re lucky Lotor was there,” and I sigh because he’s right about both statement he made. I was lucky, very lucky.

“I know Matt, but if one life needs to be sacrificed for tens of millions of people, then I will do it again,” we turn a corner, and it feels like I'm leading, but I'm still a little to shaken up to really care.

“But that’s just it Keith, you think nobody will miss you if you exploded into little Keith bits?” we round another corner, and we are before the door that leads to the lions, specifically the Black Lion.

“Matt, what are we doing here?” I ask as I cross my arms in front of my chest.

“You think I brought you here? Nope, you did, I let you lead, you’re the one who started to walk around, not me,” and at this I tilt my head in thought before I walk in.

“Okay, I'm really glad you walked over here because we need to talk, let’s go near the nice kitties' leg so the barrier can come down and we can talk about you sacrificing without saying goodbye and how you think you are nothing,” I just nod because nothing much I can actually do.

So, we walk behind the lion’s leg and the particle barrier come up, surprising me with how it actually listened to me.

“So, first of all, you DON’T go SACRIFICING yourself!” he shouts at me, startling me, “I know the whole Blades motto is ‘the mission before the individual’ and all that,” he quoted the motto with his fingers, “But if you would not have been so stupidly hotheaded, we could have made another plan,”

“But there wasn’t time to make any other PLAN!” I shouted back before I took a deep breath, “Matt, tens of thousands of lives were at stake, I couldn’t let my measly life be the reason why families died, and if Lotor wasn’t there, and I didn’t ram my shop, I would have died either way,” I tried to reason.

“ You stupid idiotic imbecile!” he shouted, “You are Keith quiznacking Kogane! You are not some type of worthless person who will not be missed if you died.”

“Matt-”

“No, you are not listening!” he stopped for a second before he took a deep breath, “I will now list your accomplishment in no particular order,” he calmy said

“M-”

“And if you interrupt, I will hit you so hard with my staff that you wish you kamikazed; you understand?”

I nod as I cross my arms.

“You, Keith Akira Kogane, have accomplished a lot of things even with the universe going against you. You have beaten Shiro’s record back at Garrison. It wasn’t just one, not two, not even five, but all of them before the age of eighteen,” he pauses for effect, “rescued Shiro from the Garrison, found carvings to find the blue lion, became the red lion’s pilot, a paladin of Voltron, fought Zarkon head on and survived, survived the trials of Marmora that Shiro has said looked hard, awakened your blade, became the black lion’s paladin, led Voltron, then turned into a space ninja,” Matt quickly took a huge gulp of air.

I just raised my eyebrow, waiting for him to tell me he was done.

“Now then Kogane, I know you like being Mr. Macho and everything, but it’s okay to not be okay,” he says.

“I am okay,” I insist.

“No, you are not Keith, I saw you during the meeting. You were bouncing your leg, a nervous tick you subconsciously do, and glaring at the table as if it ate Shiro or something. You are not okay,” Matt takes a big breath, “Keith, you are like a younger brother I never have, sure I have Ka-Pidge, but she’ll always be my sister, I can’t lose you to this war. I already lost dad, and I know he’s still alive, but I can’t actually lose you and there is no way to get you back,” Matt says seriously.

I don’t know what to say. It's war. That's life. Many people need to make sacrifices because it can be the cause for millions of people.

“What do you want me to say? It’s war, I can’t guarantee that I'll survive,” I whisper.

Matt holds onto my shoulder before he pulls me into a hug.

“Just try to stay alive, that’ll be enough,” I nod my head, “besides, who’s going keep giving Shiro white hair, or keep scaring me to death, huh?” we both laugh until we pull apart.

I quickly wipe the few tears that were staining my cheeks .

“Thanks Matt,” I whispered.

“Anytime,” he had tear tracks too, but didn’t make any move.

“I should go make sure I'm not late,” I start to walk away when Matt calls out.

“Keith, you are my little brother, just like Pidge is my little sister, we’re family,” and I nod my head.

But as I walked away, I knew that I would make many more sacrifices to protect my family. As many as it takes...

#The meaning of this lyric was that Christ represented as a mother patridge who was the only bird to die for her young.#day 1 complete #Voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld #Keith Kogane #Matt Holt #Big Brother Matt #don't judge #keith needs a hug

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purpli-writes · 4 years

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The Jester Fathers the Fool (Chapter 2: The Respite of Revolution)

Summary:

Akira Kurusu has always been sure about his home life, even if it wasn't the best.

But after meeting the Inaba T.V. Killer, he's no longer sure.

And... also he's the leader of the Phantom Thieves.

Updates Every Two Weeks (hopefully)

Chapter Summary:

The Phantom Thieves see Kamoshida's change of heart.

Akira also realizes that peace is something out of his reach.

You can read it on AO3 here.

5/2, Monday:

Akira awoke to the sound of his phone going off rapidly. After rubbing his eyes, he grabbed at where he guessed his phone would be.

Unsurprisingly, it was the group chat with Ann and Ryuji. Akira had figured he would hear from them soon into the day.

ryuji: this isnt good

ryuji: guys?

ryuji: is anyone up

ryuji: hello?

ryuji: it isnt only my life on the line here!

ryuji: wake up

ann: WILL YOU SHUT UP?

ann: so today’s the big day huh?

ryuji: ann i dont want to get expelled

ann: please shut up

ann: it’s too early.

ryuji: guys we are so effin dead

ryuji: we are so so dead

akira: no we aren’t.

ann: yeah we’ll be fine

ryuji: its easy for you to say that

ryuji: youre not the one getting expelled today

akira: none of us are getting expelled ryuji.

ann: we’ve done everything according to plan

ann: there’s no way this can fail!

akira: yeah, we’ll be fine.

ryuji: but we cant be sure

akira: we’ll.

akira: be.

akira: fine.

ann: yep!

Akira frowned as he shut off his phone, rubbing his eyes once again. Ryuji’s fears weren’t unfounded. In fact, it was probably the most normal thing about their situation.

“Are you ready?” Morgana asked, staring at Akira worriedly. “Today’s the day, y’know.”

“I’m fine,” Akira said. “It’s a bit scary to just wait, but everything is going to fine.”

It just has to be, Akira thought. If it doesn’t… well that’s it, isn’t it?

“You don’t seem too sure,” Morgana said, tilting his head.

“I am,” Akira countered, turning to change. “Just tired, that’s all.”

Morgana sighed loudly but didn’t say anything more on the matter.

Some lies weren’t worth the trouble of uncovering them. Not that Akira would complain about Morgana’s newfound policy.

After getting dressed, Akira went downstairs with Morgana in tow. Sojiro had apparently just arrived.

“You hungry, kid?” Sojiro asked, staring at Akira. “You’ll have enough time for breakfast if you eat now.”

“No,” Akira said quickly. “I’m not really that hungry.”

Sojiro frowned. “Are you sure?”

Akira nodded.

“Make sure you flip the sign to open on your way out,” Sojiro said, turning away.

Akira turned away, making his way towards Leblanc’s door.

He didn’t understand why Sojiro seemed so disappointed in how he had skipped breakfast.

His only guess was quickly brushed off as he turned the sign, marking the cafe as open.

If his own parents hadn’t cared enough, he doubted that Sojiro would, no matter what kind of person Sojiro was.

It just wouldn’t make sense.

Going through the motions of the school day was nerve-wracking, although Akira barely showed it.

Or at least he hoped that he seemed calm.

He was grateful when it was finally time for the assembly, as he had figured that was the do or die moment.

Who thought that the most important thing in my academic career would be a school assembly and not an exam… Akira thought, trying to find humor. I guess life isn’t easy to predict.

Akira and Ann found each other in the hallway while their class walked to the assembly, both looking a little grim.

“This is a bit scary,” Ann whispered. “Especially since we have no clue what this is going to be about.”

“We can guess, can’t we?” Akira asked, gripping his backpack a bit tighter.

“If it was just about Kamoshida I doubt the school would call an assembly,” Ann said shaking her head. “They like to sweep his behavior under a rug.”

Akira nodded, frowning as they finally reached their destination. “Out of the frying pan into the fire, it seems.”

“Hopefully it isn’t anything like that,” Ann said before going in.

Akira and Ann separated, with Ann going towards the front and Akira lingering towards the back.

Principal Kobayakawa stood awkwardly on the platform, adjusting his shirt every few seconds.

Whatever he was about to say, Akira was sure he didn’t want to say it.

After a few minutes of waiting it seemed that the assembly was finally about to begin. Akira tried to ignore the fear that clawed up his chest.

“Hello everyone,” Kobayakawa began. “As you all may know our school has recently been victim to a tragedy.”

“However despite the circumstances, we have been informed that the student in question will make a full recovery over time.”

“We will move forward from this tragedy by putting our best foot forward.”

Kobayakawa paused for a second, most likely to continue his speech on morale, but he never got the chance.

The door closest to Akira opened with a bang, revealing Kamoshida behind it.

The man had looked different, Akira realized. As if he had seemed sorry instead of smug. The thought was a little jarring, but Akira simply tried to ignore it.

“I have been reborn,” Kamoshida began, a bit out of breath. “I have… a lot to confess to you all.”

Kamoshida slowly shambled to the stage, the walk a bit lackluster for a former Olympic medalist.

“I have done things unspeakable as a teacher,” Kamoshida said. “I viewed this school as my castle and I was right to do anything I saw fit.”

“I treated the volleyball team terribly,” Kamoshida continued. “I would continuously abuse them until they gave me the results I wanted.”

“Mister Kamoshida,” Kobayakawa said hurriedly. “Please get off the stage!”

“And to the female students I was no better,” Kamoshida said, ignoring Kobayakawa’s attempts to get him off the stage. “I sexually harassed them despite their repeated attempts to tell me no.”

“I am the reason that Suzui attempted to kill herself,” Kamoshida said. “And when students attempted to call me out on it I saw it fit to have them expelled.”

“I will of course rescind the request of their expulsion,” Kamoshida finished.

Kamoshida then went on his knees and started sobbing, confusing the student body even more.

“I am a shameful person,” Kamoshida said, barely comprehensible. “I am the scum of this very earth.”

“There’s no punishment worthy of me,” Kamoshida continued. “The only way I could ever think of repenting is by killing myself.”

“Yes, that’s the only punishment that would be fair!” Kamoshida cried out. “I will die in order to repent for my sins!”

“What, are you a coward or something?!” Ann yelled out, surprising everyone around her. “Shiho didn’t have a choice about whether or not to jump but you do.”

“You need to live to serve out a sentence,” Ann continued. “Otherwise you’ll just be running away from your crimes!”

“You’re right,” Kamoshida muttered. “I need to live to see this through. Only then will I receive proper punishment.”

“Could it be the rumors were true?” a student near Akira whispered. “He really was doing all that stuff…?”

“Doesn’t that mean that the Phantom Thieves are also real…?” another student whispered. “Because there’s no way he’d just confess to that stuff right?”

“Don’t be stupid, he probably was just caught,” a student hissed. “There’s no way something like ‘stealing hearts’ could really happen.”

“I guess you’re right…”

“Please everyone, calm down!” Kobayakawa yelled, trying to regain control. “And can someone get Mister Kamoshida out of here?!”

“Jesus,” Ryuji muttered, shaking his head. “That really happened, didn’t it?”

“I guess it worked,” Akira said.

“That’s a relief, isn’t it?” Ann asked. “His heart really changed so we don’t have to worry!”

“Yeah, I guess,” Akira said.

Did we really do the ‘right’ thing…? Akira thought. It’s not like he would’ve confessed on his own.

“I mean, I’m glad it worked and everything,” Ryuji said. “But still to believe he would’ve never confessed without us intervenin’ is effed up.”

“We were forced,” Ann said. “And it’s not like that asshole deserved any better.”

Before Akira or Ryuji could say anything else, Mishima and a few other students came up to the group.

“We’re sorry, Ann-chan for believing the rumors so easily,” the girl behind Mishima said. “Please forgive us!”

“Huh…?” Ann said.

“The rumors about you willingly being with Mister Kamoshida,” another girl explained. “Please forgive us!”

“It’s fine…” Ann said hesitantly. “It’s all in the past, right?”

“No matter what we do now, it’s already happened,” Ann finished. “It’s best not to worry too much about it.”

“Thank you, Ann-chan!” The group said, smiling brightly before walking off.

“Mishima, you’re not leaving yet?” Ryuji asked.

“I really owe you guys one, don’t I?” Mishima asked. “I mean, you had no reason to help someone like me…”

“What are you talking about?” Ryuji asked.

“I revealed Kurusu’s criminal record!” Mishima yelled. “And yet you guys still decided to help me…”

“I won’t forget that I promise.”

“I’m a bit confused,” Akira said. “But, if you’re feeling guilty about the record thing, don’t be.”

“I doubt that Kamoshida gave you much of a choice.”

“Yeah, Mishima, don’t worry about it too much,” Ryuji said. “We’re all good now, so it’s no sweat.”

Mishima apologized a bit more before leaving the group alone once again.

“That was… weird,” Ann said, twirling her hair. “I never knew he could be like that.”

“Enough about him,” Morgana said, popping out of Akira’s bag. “Is there anywhere private we can meet up to freely discuss?”

“Woah, I forgot you were even here,” Ryuji said.

“Hey! I’m an integral part of the team!”

“Maybe we should discuss this at the rooftop…?” Ann asked. “Unless Ryuji wants to look like an idiot arguing with a cat.”

“Lady Ann! I’m not a cat!”

“To the rooftop it is, then,” Akira said, pushing Morgana into his bag.

Once the group had arrived back onto the rooftop, the fighting between Morgana and Ryuji continued.

“I seriously don’t understand how you could just forget about me!” Morgana yelled, glaring at Ryuji. “I’m really important, y’know.”

‘Yeah yeah,” Ryuji said looking away. “But dude, you’re also a cat.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are!”

“Guys guys we get it already,” Ann said, rolling her eyes. “But we can talk about something important now?”

“As soon as this idiot admits I’m not a cat!” Morgana said.

“Well, that’s not going to happen,” Ryuji said. “Because you totally are.”

“Guys,” Akira said. “This is nice and all, but I don’t think now is the time.”

“You guys can fight later,” Ann agreed. “But we have to talk about what happened with Kamoshida.”

“Well from what we’ve just witnessed, as long as the shadow isn’t destroyed by us then taking the treasure holds no risk to them,” Morgana said. “As long as we’re careful, everything should go fine.”

“So you mean we could get people to confess?” Ryuji asked. “Without killing ‘em?”

“In theory yes,” Morgana said. “It worked well for Kamoshida, didn’t it?”

“Guys, I’m glad you aren’t fighting, but maybe keep it down?” Ann said. “We’re still in a public place.”

“Sorry,” Ryuji whined. “But it’s not like anyone ever comes up here in the first place!”

“They could with how much noise you’re making!” Ann rebuffed.

“Anyways,” Akira said. “Is it true that Shiho’s going to make a full recovery?”

“Apparently,” Ann said, twisting her hair. “I mean, we can’t be sure just yet, but it’s Shiho so she’s going to be fine!”

“But…” Ann said, trailing off for a moment. “She’s not conscious for too long, but anything’s better than nothing, right?”

“Yeah,” Akira agreed. “She’ll improve in no time.”

“Well, didja get to talk to her?” Ryuji asked. “To find out why she… y’know…”

“Jeez, can’t you have any tact?!” Ann complained. “But yeah, I did.”

“What a pair of idiots we made,” Ann continued. “She found out about my ‘deal’ with Kamoshida… and I guess she just had enough of it.”

“So you were both trying to protect each other, huh,” Akira said. “You’re both good for each other, it seems.”

“Yeah,” Ann agreed. “Still, if we had only just… I don’t know…”

“It’s tough, yeah, but you can’t blame yourself for Suzui’s actions,” Ryuji said. “If anyone’s to blame it’s that bastard Kamoshida.”

“Yeah, it isn’t your fault Lady Ann!” Morgana added. “You did everything you could’ve!”

“And you know what’s even worse?” Ann asked. “Shiho’s mom is thinking about transferring her to a new school.”

“Damn,” Ryuji said. “That’s… got to be rough.”

“But it’s probably for the best,” Ann said. “Considering the reputation she has over here.”

“She’ll be fine,” Akira said, smiling slightly. “She has you to back her up, doesn’t she?”

“Of course she does,” Ann said. “It still just… sucks.”

“It’ll get better, Ann,” Akira said. “You’ve just got to be patient now.”

“Speaking of getting better,” Morgana said. “We’ve still got the treasure, don’t we?”

“Ohh yeah, we do!” Ryuji said. “What are we gonna do with it?”

Akira pulled out the olympic medal and placed it on the table. “We should probably sell it, shouldn’t we?”

“But how are we deciding shares?” Ryuji asked. “We all played an equal part, right?”

“We should split it, but…” Ann began. “I get to have Ryuji’s share.”

“Huh?!” Ryuji yelled. “What gives you the right?!”

“You owe me, that’s what.”

“What?! How?!”

“I lent you money,” Ann said, twirling her hair once again. “You never paid it back, so…”

“It’s got to be worth lots in interest at this point, right?”

“That ain’t fair!” Ryuji yelled. “You’ve already paid yourself back by now!”

“That doesn’t count,” Ann said. “You’ve got to pay back what you owe, y’know.”

“I think it’s best if we decide it later…” Morgana said. “I’ve got to take Akira to where we’ll sell it first.”

“I’m selling it?” Akira asked.

“Yeah,” Morgana said, stretching slightly. “It doesn’t look like those two are going to be done arguing anytime soon.”

Akira sighed, grabbing the medal once more.

It seemed they weren’t done with the drama of Kamoshida just yet.

This isn’t too bad at least, Akira thought. Although who knows where Morgana wants to sell this medal.

Akira and Morgana awkwardly defused themselves from the argument between Ann and Ryuji, quickly making their way back to Leblanc.

Once Akira was in the safety of the cafe, he texted the group chat, a little too curious about what Ryuji had even borrowed money from Ann for.

akira: so guys, how was dying today?

akira: i liked the part where the change of heart happened and we didn’t die.

ryuji: hey!

ryuji: it couldve not worked

ryuji: my fears were valid

ann: um… the fact that it did work

ann: proves your fears werent valid???

akira: anyways, i want to know what ryuji owes ann so much money for.

akira: did you buy a house or something.

ryuji: i bought something for my mom

ryuji: on a field trip

ann: not my fault that you didn’t have enough money!

ryuji: it was only 500 yen

ann: yeah but think of the interest…

ann: i could’ve bought so much candy with that.

ann: so really im doing you a favor

akira: maybe i’ll just keep the money.

akira: split it with morgana if i’m feeling generous.

ann: you can’t do that!

ryuji: thats unfair!

akira: i’m joking.

akira: we’ll figure out something.

“You look happy today,” Sojiro said once Akira turned off his phone. “Anything interesting happen?”

“Nope,” Akira said, shrugging. “A normal day, all things considered.”

“Alright then,” Sojiro said, not looking the slightest bit convinced. “Whatever you say.”

“You really believe that a delinquent student can’t live a normal life?” Akira asked, letting Morgana out of his bag when he saw there were no customers.

“Considering that it’s you we’re talking about?” Sojiro asked, smiling slightly. “You’ll have to forgive my skepticism.”

Akira smiled. “I don’t think I’m getting a fair chance here.”

“Maybe not,” Sojiro agreed. “But it’s not like you have any other choice.”

“Guess not,” Akira said. “You don’t mind if this ‘delinquent’ studies, do you?”

“As long as you close up,” Sojiro said. “You’re free to do whatever you want as long as you don’t burn down the cafe.”

“I’ll try my hardest,” Akira promised.

Sojiro just sighed.

Maybe he had looked the tiniest bit fond.

Once Sojiro left, Akira pulled out a textbook ready to study earnestly.

After a particularly hard problem, Akira had paused, chewing on his pen slightly. “So, where are you dragging me to sell the medal, Morgana?” “You know that fake gun store that Ryuji dragged us to?” Morgana asked. “We’re going there.”

“Untouchable?” Akira asked. “You think he’ll buy the medal?”

“He gives off that sort of vibe,” Morgana said. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“You can’t just start judging people based on what ‘vibe’ they give off,” Akira said, turning his attention back to studying. “You give off a cat vibe, yet you claim to not be a cat.”

“I’m not a cat!”

“Sure.”

5/3, Tuesday:

When Akira woke up the next morning, all he could feel was relief. He hadn’t noticed before, but the weight of expulsion had worn heavily on him. Now that Kamoshida was gone for good, Akira could breathe again.

“You look different,” Morgana grumbled. “Have a good dream or something?”

“Something like that,” Akira said. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s fine,” Morgana said. “I probably wouldn’t have slept for much longer.”

“But be more careful next time!”

“I’ll try.”

After Akira changed into his daily clothes, he went downstairs to see Sojiro waiting for him.

“Kid, just the person I was hoping to see,” Sojiro said, staring Akira down. “I’m going to need you to do some chores around here.”

“Huh?” Morgana asked from the bag. “You can’t be doing chores, you have to sell the medal!”

“Can I do them when I get back?” Akira asked.

“No can do,” Sojiro said. “You’ll be helping me for the day.”

Akira sighed. “Alright, then.”

“Don’t look too sad about it, kid.”

After changing into an apron, Akira had begun to help Sojiro. He didn’t make any coffee, but he cleaned the dishes.

Morgana was stuck upstairs, thankfully silent, leaving Akira alone with his thoughts and the occasional small talk from Sojiro.

Before long, the T.V. blared to life, bringing with it apparent breaking news. Akira had tuned in just enough to hear about Kamoshida.

I wondered if he was turned in or if he turned himself in… Akira thought. Both are possible with the way he was acting.

“That’s from your school isn’t it?” Sojiro asked, staring at the T.V. worriedly.

“I guess so,” Akira said. “I’m not really paying attention to it.”

Sojiro frowned. “Get back to work.”

Akira nodded, continuing to wash dishes.

I guess if I wanted any more confirmation that’s as good as anything, Akira thought. That’s the final nail in the coffin.

After a bit longer of doing work in the cafe, it had seemed that Sojiro had finally taken pity on him.

Or at least he’d taken pity on Morgana.

“You can’t just leave your cat alone for so long,” Sojiro sighed. “At least not when you’re right here.”

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Akira said, putting away a recently cleaned dish. “He’s spent longer on his own.”

“It still isn’t good to just leave him!” Sojiro said. “Jeez kid, you should really care more about your cat.”

Akira smiled slightly. “I’m sure he’d be touched that you care so much about him.”

Sojiro frowned, crossing his arms slightly.

Akira wasn’t exactly sure what Sojiro was trying to get across.

“Do… you want me to go check on him?” Akira asked. “Don’t you need help around here?”

“I’m sure I’ll manage without your help,” Sojiro said. “Go check up on your damn cat already.”

Akira wasn’t one to question a break when he was given it, so he had quickly gotten out of his apron and went up into the attic.

Unsurprisingly, Akira found Morgana on the bed, sleeping peacefully.

Like I said, he didn’t mind even the slightest bit, Akira thought. At least Boss was worried about him…

Huh, if anyone here has gained Boss’s favor it’s Morgana, Akira thought. Must have a weakness for cute things.

“Hey Mona,” Akira said softly, shaking the cat. “It’s time to wake up.”

Morgana groaned, mumbling something about five more minutes. Akira just rolled his eyes. If he was going to spend time with Morgana he’d rather if the cat was awake.

“You’ve been sleeping the whole day,” Akira continued. “Are you sure you aren’t a cat after all?”

“Huh…?” Morgana mumbled. “What are you talking about… of course I’m a human…!”

Akira found that Morgana’s protests weren’t as effective under a layer of sleep, but at least he kept to his story about not being a cat.

“I don’t know… usually only cats sleep this long,” Akira said. “Are you really so sure?”

“Of course I’m sure!” Morgana said, more alert. “How could you ever think I’m a cat?”

He… can’t be serious, can he? Akira thought.

“I don’t know,” Akira decided to say. “Just a strange guess, I suppose.”

“Well you can be sure of it now!” Morgana said. “Especially since we’ll be phantom thieving with each other from now on!”

“We’re continuing?” Akira asked. “Are you really sure?”

And also… is that a word?

“Huh?” Morgana said. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

“I mean, just don’t you think it’s a bit weird for us to be planning another heist?” Akira said. “We didn’t really have a choice for Kamoshida, but it isn’t everyday you run into someone like him.”

“Yeah, but like I’ve been saying, not everyone has a palace,” Morgana said. “It’s only the people who have distorted desires…”

“And at that point we might even be doing them a favor!”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Akira said, going to pet Morgana. “But we should probably ask the others before we do anything.”

“I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to go against anything like Kamoshida with just the two of us,” Akira said. “I don’t think that’d bode well.”

“I’m sure Lady Ann and Ryuji will want to join us,” Morgana said. “They seemed pretty excited about Kamoshida’s change of heart.”

“But that can’t be the only thing on your mind,” Morgana continued. “You seemed a bit hesitant about the change of heart before…”

“But, now that’s it over with, do you still have any issues?”

“I’m not sure,” Akira admitted. “On one hand we did what we had to do, but still, forcibly changing someone like that…”

“Kamoshida wouldn’t have changed, and the situation wouldn’t have as well,” Akira finished. “But even so, it just puts a sour taste in my mouth.”

“Kamoshida wasn’t a good person,” Morgana said. “Most people who have palaces won’t be either.”

“Sometimes there’s only so much a person can do without resorting to something more drastic,” Morgana continued. “But I guess it’s good to have doubts, even if they were a bit annoying at first.”

“People with palaces won’t change on their own, and the change we bring should be for the better,” Morgana finished. “So you can’t just back out now, alright?”

“I wasn’t thinking about it,” Akira said. “I’ll learn to live with it.”

“Plus it isn’t so bad,” Akira admitted. “We’ll be making a change, won’t we?”

“Hopefully, yeah,” Morgana agreed.

“Then I’ll be fine,” Akira said. “Doing this is better than doing nothing.”

“That’s the spirit,” Morgana said. “Which is good for you too, because we still have a deal!”

“Mona, you’re part of the team, isn’t that enough?” Akira teased.

“Hey! You have to help me become human again,” Morgana yelled. “It wouldn’t be fair otherwise, y’know!”

“Human… again,” Akira repeated. “Denial is hard to get over, isn’t it?”

“You’re not funny!”

“I think I’m hilarious.”

After a few more minutes of aimless bickering, Akira heard the chime of Leblanc’s door ring one final time.

Akira faintly heard what he believed to be a sigh of relief before he heard his name called. “You and your cat can come down now.”

Both Akira and Morgana went downstairs, with Morgana in his usual spot in Akira’s bag.

“So, was he lonely?” Sojiro asked, staring at Morgana.

“I don’t know,” Akira said. “I did spend my time talking to him, so I sure hope not.”

“You talked to him… that entire time,” Sojiro said, staring at Akira blankly.

“Yep,” Akira said. “We had an interesting conversation.”

“Well kid, you should probably look for another career,” Sojiro said, turning his attention to a dirty cup. “Comedy is not your strong suit.”

I don’t think telling him I’m being serious would do me any favors… Akira thought. Sorry Morgana, looks like to Sojiro you’re just a normal cat after all.

“Hey, you should probably tell the others that you weren’t able to sell the medal today,” Morgana said. “No need for them to be excited over nothing.”

“They might just get more worked up,” Akira said. “But I’ll let them know, just in case.”

“You’re really talking to your cat, huh,” Sojiro said.

akira: hey guys, wasn’t able to sell the medal today.

akira: had chores.

akira: don’t be too angry.

ann: when are you going to sell it?

ann: i think i have an idea on what to do with the money

ryuji: if its just taking my share

ryuji: im not interested

ann: your share is my share

ann: and it’s nothing like that!

ann: we’ll all be getting equal benefit out of this!

ann: hopefully.

akira: i’ll be selling it tomorrow.

akira: hopefully.

akira: and as long as it’s just ryuji’s share going to ann, that’s fine.

ryuji: dude!

ryuji: what the eff

akira: sorry ryuji, but there’s not much i can do.

akira: you are in debt.

ryuji: it doesnt count!

“Of course he would say something like that,” Morgana huffed. “Doesn’t he know that any money he owes to Lady Ann should be paid as soon as possible?”

“I think in general it’s a good rule to pay off any debts,” Akira said. “Not just to Ann.”

“But especially to Lady Ann!”

akira: morgana says to pay off your debts soon, ryuji.

ryuji: apparently i dont get an effing choice

ryuji: dumb cat

“When will that idiot learn that I’m not a cat!” Morgana complained.

“Probably never,” Akira admitted, turning off his phone. “But that’s why we love him, right?”

“Speak for yourself.”

“Anyways,” Akira said. “You can probably lock up now, Boss.”

“Oh? You’re not planning on doing anything?” Sojiro asked. “I’m surprised.”

“The most I’ll be doing is studying,” Akira said. “Have to be a good student and all, right?”

“Somehow, when you say that it isn’t comforting in the slightest,” Sojiro said. “But I’ll leave this place to you.”

Akira grabbed his books, sitting in the middle booth with Morgana watching.

“Don’t go to bed too late now,” Sojiro said, going towards the door. “I’m not going to wake you up if you sleep the day away.”

“Alright, I won’t, “ Akira promised, beginning to get ready to work on the material.

Once Morgana was sure that Sojiro was gone, he began to complain in earnest. “Jeez, all you do is study.”

“Is there really anything else to do?” Akira asked, looking away from the book. “There isn’t exactly much near Leblanc.”

“I’ll show you tomorrow what you can do,” Morgana said. “Might as well study now since you started.”

Akira nodded, finally beginning to study.

There’s a lot planned… even now, Akira thought. I suppose that I should get used to it…

It isn’t so bad to be constantly busy, Akira thought. At least I’m never bored…?

Eh, I’ll think of something eventually.

5/4, Wednesday:

“Wake up,” a voice hissed into Akira’s ear. “You can’t spend the whole day sleeping, we have things to do!”

Akira groaned, furthering himself into his pillow. “Can’t I have five more minutes?”

“You’ve been asking for five more minutes the past four times!” the voice responded. “Enough is enough!”

“...Have I?” Akira asked. “I don’t remember.”

“That doesn’t matter!” the voice said. “You need to wake up now!”

Akira sighed, slowly opening his eyes. “Morgana, there’s got to be an easier way to do that.”

“Well maybe I would’ve been kinder if you had actually woken up the first time,” Morgana said. “Jeez, it’s bad when I wake up before you.”

“Well, what’s the big rush for today?” Akira said, rubbing at his eyes. “Is something big happening?”

“Well, you promised to sell the medal today, didn’t you?” Morgana asked. “We should probably at least try to get it done.”

“Yeah,” Akira agreed. “But why’d you wake me up so early?”

“It’s not early!” Morgana said. “It’s a normal time to wake up, actually.”

“Sure,” Akira sighed, grabbing at his phone. “I’ll let the group know that it seems I’ll be selling the medal today.”

akira: getting abused by morgana.

akira: woke me up just to tell me to sell the medal.

akira: a cruel world we do live in.

ann: that sucks

ann: maybe you could take a nap if you’re still tired?

ann: idk you probably should’ve been up by now tho.

akira: yeah, but it still sucks to be woken up.

akira: could’ve been having a good dream.

akira: now it’s gone.

ryuji: if youre having such a problem with the cat

ryuji: just throw him out

ann: ryuji wtf.

“Hey!” Morgana said, staring at the phone. “You can’t just let him get away with that!”

“Get away with what…?”

“Trying to get you to throw me out!” Morgana said. “How would he like it?!”

ann: you cant just be mean to mona!

ryuji: what is that cat going to do right now?

ryuji: he cant exactly text

akira: he can complain.

akira: i’m supposed to be fighting for him.

ryuji: dude whats he gonna do to you?

ryuji: hes a cat

akira: cats. have. claws.

akira: not a pleasant experience, ryuji.

ryuji: get him declawed man

ryuji: then he wont be able to do anything

akira: that’s something you do to cats.

ryuji: yeah

akira: i feel like i don’t have to tell you where this is going.

ann: that’d be really messed up.

“Gah, that idiot is such an asshole!” Morgana said. “Why does he think he can get away with saying stuff like that?!”

“Probably because you can’t text back,” Akira said. “I can send a message for you.”

“Tell him to watch out,” Morgana said. “Next time I see him he’ll be sure to regret it.”

akira: morgana said: watch out.

akira: he’s going to kill you.

ryuji: im so scared

ann: you say that now but you will be scared when mona comes at you.

ann: good luck!

akira: yeah, you’re on your own ryuji.

ryuji: its not like he can do anything to me anyways

akira: thats what he wants you to think.

ryuji: whos side are you on anyways?

akira: the winning one.

“Well, seems like you and Ryuji are getting along just fine,” Akira said, turning off his phone. “Some real comradery.”

“He started it!”

“I don’t think you’re exactly a saint in this situation, no matter who started it.”

“Well you should side with the victim!” Morgana said. “And it’s obviously me!”

Akira stared blankly at Morgana.

“Hey! Don’t give me that look.”

“Let’s just get ready to go to Untouchable,” Akira said. “The sooner the better, right.”

“Hey, don’t avoid picking a side!”

Akira changed quickly into his everyday wear, ignoring Morgana’s questions about whose side Akira was on.

Being honest with the cat wouldn’t have went well, as Akira could see that both of them were in the wrong.

He doesn’t really want to know where I stand, he just wants me to agree with him… Akira thought. I really don’t need to get into a fight with him over this.

When Akira went downstairs with Morgana in his back, still questioning him, Sojiro sent him an odd look.

“Get into a fight with your cat?” Sojiro asked.

“Something like that,” Akira said.

“Answer the question!” Morgana yowled. “Who’s in the wrong here, Ryuji or me?!”

Akira shook his head. “I’ll be back later, Boss, I have to go do some errands.”

“What errands could you possibly have?” Sojiro asked, looking a bit suspicious.

Before Akira could respond, a gray haired woman entered the cafe. From the way she carried herself, Akira couldn’t help but be the slightest bit intimidated.

It seemed Morgana felt similar as he had finally quieted down.

Or maybe he had just gotten tired.

“Am I interrupting something?” the woman asked, staring down at both Sojiro and Akira.

“Not at all,” Sojiro answered. “Take a seat.”

The woman sat down, frowning slightly. “The recent cases, mental shutdowns are really something, aren’t they?”

“Someone losing control and harming people,” the woman continued. “That’s certainly concerning, isn’t it?”

She’s… talking about the mental shutdowns? Akira thought. She can’t possibly be here for just coffee, can she?

“Ignoring that,” Sojiro said. “What can I get you to drink?”

“I’ll have the house blend, please,” the woman said after a short pause.

Akira felt frozen in place. Leaving now would seem a bit odd, and he also felt that he could get information out of her.

“Anyways, you’re a part timer, aren’t you?” the woman asked. “Which is shocking, I didn’t think this place could afford one.”

“I’m not exactly a part timer,” Akira said awkwardly. “Sakura-san is my guardian for this year.”

“Oh, that would make more sense,” the woman said. “I suppose you would attend a school around this area?”

“Yes,” Akira said. “Shujin Academy.”

“Oh? I know someone that goes there,” the woman said. “I believe there was another strange incident there recently.”

“Kamoshida… or someone by that name went through a strange ‘change of heart’, was it not?”

“That’s correct.”

“Ah, well I’m sure it’ll all be solved soon,” the woman said. “Is my drink finished yet?”

“Coming right up,” Sojiro said quickly.

The atmosphere was tense. If Akira was going to make his escape, he'd have to make it now.

Perhaps he felt a little guilty leaving Sojiro to be questioned by the woman, but he didn’t want any unneeded attention on himself.

After quickly leaving Leblanc, Akira sighed in relief.

“That woman,” Morgana said. “She sure asked a lot of questions, didn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Akira agreed. “She sure seemed to be on a mission of some sort.”

“I wonder why she came to Leblanc,” Morgana said. “Maybe she suspects Boss of something?”

“I don’t know if we want to find out,” Akira said. “We have enough on our plate for today, anyway.”

Yet somehow, even if I try to actively avoid her… I get the feeling I’ll be seeing a lot of her soon. Akira thought. There’s really never a dull moment around here, is there?

“You’re right!” Morgana said. “Let’s sell the medal and reap the reward!”

“That’s the spirit,” Akira smiled. “Let’s see how much crime pays.”

When Akira arrived at Untouchable, he suddenly realized he didn’t have much of a plan.

How exactly was he supposed to realistically sell an olympic medal? The only way he would’ve been able to acquire it was stealing.

Which, Akira supposed, wasn’t too far from the actual truth.

Faking confidence would be key, Akira decided. So he decided just to approach the owner head on, deciding that he didn’t have much to lose.

“I’d like to sell something,” Akira began, sliding the medal onto the counter. “How much will you take for this?”

The owner took one look at the medal before staring at Akira quizzically, “We don’t take fakes here, kid.”

“It’s not fake,” Akira insisted. “Please, just look at it?”

There goes the confidence.

The man looked at the medal a bit longer, eyes widening. “Where did you get this?”

Before Akira could answer, the man spoke again, “Nevermind, it’s probably best I don’t ask. I’ll pay 30,000 yen for this, though.”

“Works for me,” Akira said, taking the yen with ease.

“As a thanks for letting me buy this from ya,” the man continued. “Take this.”

Akira was handed a nondescript bag, which considering the circumstances wasn’t the most suspicious thing about the business deal.

“It’s probably best you don’t open that one, kid,” the man finished. “But be sure to bring it back here next time you come.”

That’s… not a good sign, is it? Akira thought. Really, anyone who would accept an olympic medal from a teenager probably isn’t the cleanest person to do deals with.

Oh well, really can’t complain.

“Alright,” Akira said, nodding as he adjusted his grip on the bag.

Before Akira could question anything more about the situation, two men came in. Similar to the woman, Akira could sense some sort of malicious intent from them.

The owner hadn’t looked the slightest bit surprised about their arrival and all Akira could do was question his impeccable bad timing.

“Munehisa Iwai,” the man closest to Akira began. “We would like to discuss some matters with you today.”

Oh no, Akira thought. This isn’t going to go well.

The men walked closer to the counter, while Akira walked past them to the door. Deciding to linger a bit, Akira listened into the conversation.

The other man began to speak. “You do know why we��re here today, correct?”

“I’m afraid, Detective-san,” the owner, now known as Munehisa, said, “that I don’t have a clue why you’re here.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if we searched around here a little bit would you?” the original detective asked. “If you really have no clue.”

“An upstanding citizen is supposed to respect the law, correct?” Munehisa asked. “But I assure you I have nothing to hide, so you’re free to search as you wish.”

“Are you really sure the lead was legitimate?” the other detective said. “Because he seems pretty calm to me.”

“There’s got to be something here!” the original detective said, turning to face Akira. “You.”

Oh.

Akira stared blankly at the detective.

“What’s in that bag?” the detective asked.

It isn’t lying… if you’re not sure, is it? Akira thought. Really, how do I keep getting into these situations…?

“I’m not sure that’s any of your business,” Akira said.

“Kid’s right,” Munehisa said. “He’s a regular around here, I just bagged one of his purchases for him.”

The original detective glared at Akira.

“Well, there’s no use in questioning that,” the other detective said.

Akira nodded, “If there isn’t anything else, I’ll be leaving now.”

“Come back soon,” Munehisa said.

I’m not sure I want to be involved in this… Akira thought. But, this is the only source of weapons…

Akira left quickly, making some distance from Untouchable in just a few seconds.

“Jeez,” Morgana said, popping out of his bag. “I wonder what that was about.”

“Seems like we’re just running into trouble today,” Akira sighed. “Really, we can’t catch a break, can we?”

“Huh, but maybe something can come out of this,” Morgana said. “You should open the bag and see what the detectives were after!”

“That’s… a bad idea,” Akira said. “We’ll be returning this to him, and if this is what the detectives were after… well…”

“Ugh, I guess you’re right,” Morgana said. “But we should open it at some point!”

“I’ll think about it,” Akira said. “We should probably get back to Leblanc soon, don’t want Sojiro to be too worried.”

“You think he was fine with that woman?” Morgana asked.

“Probably,” Akira said, putting the strange bag into his bag. “He doesn’t have anything to hide.”

“What if he’s also a persona user…?”

“Wouldn’t he have been able to hear you?”

“You never know!”

When Akira arrived at Leblanc, it was thankfully clear of any customers. Akira had had enough of strangers for one day.

“Ah, you’re back,” Sojiro said, pausing his cleaning. “Did you get your errands done today?”

“Yep,” Akira said. “Was a pretty productive day, all things considered.”

“Hm,” Sojiro said. “You’ve been pretty comfortable so far, but you shouldn’t forget your situation.”

“It won’t be easy for you,” Sojiro continued. “But you should try to keep yourself out of trouble.”

“I will, Sakura-san,” Akira said. “You don’t need to worry about me too much.”

“Oh, back to being formal?” Sojiro asked. “Boss is fine, kid.”

Akira nodded. “Alright, Boss.”

“Anyways, I don’t mean to hold you up,” Sojiro said. “Go do whatever you usually do around here.”

“Hey,” Morgana said. “If you’re not planning on leaving Leblanc then you should probably make some infiltration tools.”

“You never know when you’ll need them,” Morgana finished. “Would be a good use of time.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Akira said. “As soon as you’re ready to leave, you can lock up, I won’t be going out tonight.”

“Alright,” Sojiro said. “Have fun talking to your cat, or whatever it is you do.”

“I’ll try,” Akira said, making his way up to the attic.

Huh, I should probably tell Ann and Ryuji that we’ve finally got the money.

akira: we’re 30,000 yen richer and one olympic medal poorer.

ann: oh? you sold it

ryuji: finally man

ryuji: but how we gonna split it?

ryuji: ann cant be seriously taking my share

ryuji: is she?

ann: don’t worry!

ann: you guys just need to trust me…

ann: i’ve got the perfect place to spend it

ann: we’ll be doing it tmrw

ann: so uh just wait until then

akira: sounds fine.

akira: hopefully it’ll live up to the suspense.

ann: duh

ryuji: i do get a fair share right

ann: of course!!!

ann: dont doubt me !

ryuji: sheesh just making sure

Once Akira turned off his phone, he went to his work desk where Morgana was patiently sitting.

“What are you going to try to make?” Morgana asked, licking at his paw.

“Probably a lockpick,” Akira said. “Those locked chests always seem to hold something good.”

“Good idea,” Morgana said. “You could probably make two with the time we have.”

Akira nodded, beginning the process of making the lockpicks.

“So,” Morgana said in an effort to break the silence. “What do you think is going to happen?”

“Huh?” Akira said, focusing on the almost complete lockpick in his hand. “What do you mean?”

“I mean.. do you think we’ll continue going to palaces?” Morgana asked.

“We have to, don’t we?” Akira asked. “A deal’s a deal.”

“But, it’s probably best if we stay low for a little bit,” Akira said. “We need to be patient about what we do.”

“Hm,” Morgana said. “I guess that’s the right course of action… I just don’t know how to feel.”

“A little stir crazy, huh?” Akira joked, finishing the lockpick. “It’s best if we don’t think about it too much.”

“Take the peace for what it is,” Akira said. “Who knows how much of it we have left.”

#persona fanfiction #persona 5 #akira kurusu #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #morgana #sojiro sakura #munehisa iwai

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akira x mishima- 1 6 14

Street racing au

At a party at someone’s house.

“I won, because of you. I won, because I have you by my side, cheering me on and driving me.”

Yuuki always hated these post-race house parties. They were loud, there was too much drinking and drugs, and everyone was completely out of control.The crowds were so suffocating, half the time he felt He only came here for his friend. But of course, with Akira being so well known in the community, it was nearly impossible for the two to actually get to hang out at the party. Of course. Why would Akira even look at him with all these other people around? He wasn’t anything special. Plain-looking, kind of boring to talk to, probably annoying too. The other attendees were beautiful, skilled street racers, many of them rich, all of them much more interesting than a nobody fanboy like him.

So, Yuuki stood there in the back of the crowd, just quietly watching everyone else party while drinking a can of peach soda. Not far from him, he saw Akira, with a couple of guys around his age practically hanging off of his arms. Of course... the usual for Akira. It pissed Yuuki off. What do those guys know? They weren’t the ones that supported Akira from the first day he started racing, even before he was well-known for winning almost every time. They didn’t talk with him on a daily basis, support him in his activities outside of racing. They just liked him because he was talented and handsome... and charming... and gorgeous... whatever! They didn’t really matter as much as he did! So why did Akira spend so much more time with them than him?! The can crinkled slightly in his grasp. Why was he even so mad over this?! He groaned stomped to the balcony.

The autumn evening air was just what he needed to cool down- both literally from the warmth of the crowded party, and emotionally from the frustration of everyone acting like they were as important as he was to Akira. He breathed in and out slowly, trying to focus on anything but that damn party. Stupid party... stupid fans... stupid...stupid Akira. Why didn’t he see how much Yuuki wanted to be with him?! How much he wanted-

“Need some company?”

Yuuki jumped when he heard a voice behind him. He turned to see Akira there, the usual handsome, charming smirk on his face. “Oh uh...hey! It was a bit crowded in there, huh?”

Akira walked over closer and leaned on the railing of the balcony. “It really is. Even I got a bit overwhelmed.”

God he looks so beautiful like this... Yuuki tried his best not to stare at Akira, tried not to think about how ethereal he looked with his form bathed in the moonlight, how those lips curved into a confident grin looked so soft, the way his curls fell over his face just right. Everything about him was so damn perfect. No wonder he spent more time around those gorgeous racers and not him. Why would someone so beautiful want to be seen with a total loser like him...?

“You alright there?” Akira asked, making Yuuki jump again. “You kind of spaced out on me.” He chuckled and Yuuki thought that his heart might just stop working all together.

“Oh. I’m fine, just a bit tired is all.” He forced out a convincing yawn. “It’s so late...”

Akira nodded. “It may be about time to leave.” A still silence hung over the two, the only sounds coming muffled from inside the house. Akira would be the one to break it after a minute or two. Yuuki wasn’t sure. It felt more like a year.

“You know, I saw you walk out here. You didn’t look too happy. No one was messing with you, right?”

Oh god he saw that... Akira’s concern stunned Yuuki a bit. Why did he care so much about how Yuuki felt? Didn’t he have better things to do? Better people to hang out with? “I-it’s nothing, really. Just don’t like all the noise.” He looked away and rubbed the back of his neck.

“You’re not a very good liar, Yuuki.” Akira turned and put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You can trust me, you know. If something is bothering you, and especially if someone is bothering you, I want to know.”

Yuuki looked away and bit his lip. “Don’t you want to go back and hang out with those handsome racing guys instead of wasting your time on me?” He said. He tried to mask his frustration behind a dull, monotone mask, but he felt it wasn’t very convincing.

Akira sighed. “Yuuki. If you wanted to spend time with me, you could have just said so. I only left you alone because I know these big parties aren’t your thing.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, damnit!” Yuuki flinched away, frustrated tears beginning to form in his eyes. “You’re leagues above me. You’re talented and handsome and popular. I’d only drag you down!”

“Yuuki.” Akira wasn’t letting Yuuki escape. He stepped close and held Yuuki’s chin in his hand to make him look up. “Those people don’t matter. You’re what matters. I wouldn’t be where I am without you. I owe you credit for every victory I’ve ever achieved. I won because of you. I won because I have you by my side, cheering me on and driving me.”

The tears continued to spill down Yuuki’s cheeks, and he launched forward to hold onto Akira and sob into his chest. It was embarrassing, crying at a party like this, but no one seemed to be coming to the balcony. He stayed in Akira’s arms for awhile, crying while Akira petted his hair gently.

Once he cried himself out, he pulled away from the hug to smile at Akira. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“No, I’m sorry I ever gave you the reason to doubt me.” Akira smiled and kissed Yuuki’s forehead. “Now, how about we leave this boring party and go watch some movies together?”

#persona #persona 5 #p5 #shuyuu #yuuki mishima #akira kurusu #here u go!#Anonymous #mailbox

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mikauzoran · 5 years

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Lukadrien Drabbles: Nachtmusik Chapter Two

A Little Night Music (Eine Kleine Nachtmusik) Chapter Two: (Don’t) Let Me Go

Adrien sighed as he sat on Luka’s bed, quietly strumming the acoustic guitar arrangement of This is Gospel by Panic! At the Disco that Luka had shown him several weeks before. He got to “the fear, the fear of” and stopped, his mind going blank at “falling apart”.

Luka looked up from where he sat at his desk working on his term paper: a comparative analysis of Maxim Gorky’s play The Lower Depths, the 1936 French film version of the same name by Jean Renoir, and the 1957 Japanese film version, Donzoko, directed by Kurosawa Akira.

“You okay, Angel?”

“Sorry.” Adrien conjured up a brittle imitation of a smile. “Just got lost in my own head for a second there.” He looked back down at his fingers, not really seeing them. “Um…Sorry. Where’s F again?” He smiled sheepishly, falling back on the now three-month-old inside joke in an attempt to cover up how raw he was feeling.

Luka got up and gently positioned Adrien’s hand.

The contact was brief but just enough to ground Adrien with its warmth and certainty when Adrien felt numb and lost.

“Thanks,” Adrien whispered, starting the song over.

Luka stood looking down at Adrien, studying him for a minute, as he played distractedly. “…Do you want to talk about it?”

Adrien’s fingers tripped over one another. “W-What? Sorry. What do you mean?”

Luka frowned as Adrien played dumb. “Sorry to pry,” Luka led in. “You just seem…off. Sad…. In pain. I was wondering if you wanted to talk about the reason behind that. You don’t have to, but I’m here if you want to.”

Adrien shook his head. “No. It’s nothing. I’m just being a little overly sensitive. It’s not a big deal.” He looked back down at the guitar, his vision swimming. “Uh…sorry. Where was F again?”

Luka took Adrien’s hand and moved it back into place.

Adrien felt like he could breathe again.

“I just want you to know that I’m always here, Perfect Fifth. You don’t ever have to do anything with that knowledge if you don’t want to. I just want you to have it on hand in case you do want someone to lend an ear.”

Adrien nodded, skipping ahead to the second verse. “Thank you, Orpheus.”

“Any time,” Luka stressed, giving Adrien’s hair a ruffle before going back to his desk to resume work on his paper.

Adrien gave up on This is Gospel and tried his hand at a few melodies from The Legend of Zelda series as well as the Mario franchise. They all blurred into one another. The notes were like paint running together to create an unflattering, musical muddy-brown color.

Adrien stopped playing and just stared down at the frets, mentally counting them over and over again in an attempt to ground his mind. He kept losing track around seven.

The bed shifted as Luka sat down beside him.

Adrien’s gaze jerked up. “S-Sorry. Am I bothering you?”

Luka shook his head. “Never, P5. You just look like you need someone to sit with you, even if you don’t want to talk.”

Guilt hit Adrien like a breaking wave battering the base of a craggy cliff. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’m sorry. I know you’re working on your paper. If I’m distracting you, I should just go ho—”

Adrien’s voice broke on the word, a stabbing pain exploding in his chest.

Luka frowned, eyes searching Adrien’s. “You don’t have to go anywhere. I’m almost done with the paper, and the deadline isn’t for another week. I have time for you.”

“Unlike some people in your life,” Luka thought begrudgingly.

Luka sighed, muttering. “What did he do or say to you this time? Or was it Ladybug?”

It never ceased to amaze Luka all the varied ways in which those two could emotionally and mentally wear Adrien down.

Adrien flinched, pointedly looking away. “She didn’t…I don’t…My father wasn’t…”

Both of them, then. No wonder Adrien was such a mess.

“Shhh,” Luka comforted, resting a hand on Adrien’s shoulder. “You don’t have to talk about it. I was just…I’m sorry. I’ll keep the sarcastic commentary in my head.”

He gave Adrien’s back a pat and then let his hand slide off of Adrien’s arm.

The arm felt the poorer and colder for it.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Luka broke into Adrien’s thought-maelstrom once more. “Is there anything I can do? Anything at all?”

Adrien smiled plastically, trying to project an air of levity. “Could you show me where F is again?”

Luka’s brow furrowed.

Usually, Adrien only put that joke into play twice of an evening. They were over their limit.

Still. Luka dutifully took Adrien’s trembling hand…and froze. He let go.

Adrien’s face spasmed in momentary panic until Luka changed the angle of his wrist to thread his fingers through Adrien’s.

Adrien’s heart fluttered, relief flooding over him at the touch.

Luka squeezed gently, whispering, “I finally got the joke. I’m ashamed it took me three months. I’m sorry.”

“W-What?” Adrien studied Luka’s expression nervously.

Luka looked up, meeting Adrien’s gaze with a sad look. “I always wondered why you asked about the finger placement for F. Every time, I just went with it, kind of accepting that it was one of our things…but it was never about the note. It never had anything to do with finding the note…and I knew that. I knew you didn’t need me to show you, but what I didn’t realize was…”

Adrien’s eyes widened, and he tried to pull back his hand.

Luka held fast, giving Adrien a heartbreaking smile. “…in order to show you the note, I had to take your hand. The thing you wanted was the contact. You ask about F when you want someone to touch you.”

Adrien’s face flushed in shame at being found out. “Sorry. I—”

“—Adrien,” Luka cut him off. “You can ask for whatever you need at any time.”

It was obvious that Adrien still didn’t believe him, even after three months of trying to drill the concept into Adrien’s head.

“I don’t mind,” Luka stressed. “I don’t. I want to give you whatever you need. I want you to need me. I want to help however you need me to help.”

Adrien shook his head slowly. “I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to understand to accept my affection….” Luka pursed his lips, debating before diving in head first. “May I hold you?”

Adrien gave a start. “I—What?”

“May I hold you?” Luka repeated.

Tentatively, Adrien nodded.

Luka gently took the guitar and set it aside. He scooted to the top of the bed and carefully pulled Adrien down into his arms on top of him.

Adrien stiffened at first.

“Is this okay?” Luka wondered, chewing nervously on his bottom lip, questioning whether he’d gone too far.

“Mn,” Adrien hummed contentedly, relaxing as he stopped fighting the warmth and comfort and relief welling up inside himself and just sank into Luka’s protective hold.

He stopped worrying about being needy and overstepping boundaries and taking advantage of Luka’s kind, giving nature and just let himself melt into solidity, security, and the smell of pine.

Luka slowly began to run his hand up and down Adrien’s back.

The trials of the day and Adrien’s other relationships sloughed off as he buried his face in Luka’s neck.

Encouraged by the positive reaction, Luka began to massage Adrien’s scalp gently, eliciting a rumbly purr.

Luka chuckled, making sure to get really well behind Adrien’s ears.

The purr only got stronger until, twenty minutes later, Adrien drifted off to sleep.

Rationalizing that a cat nap never hurt anyone, Luka joined him.

#Adrien Agreste/Luka Couffaine #Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction #Lukadrien #Adrien Agreste #Luka Couffaine #Hurt/Comfort #Fluff #Mikau's Writings #A Little Night Music (Eine Kleine Nachtmusik)

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akirakurusuimagines · 5 years

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Bedding - Akira + Morgan

Morgan is @donkeykongismyfavoritemarvelhero‘s Persona 5 OC and an absolute sweetheart who is also rich and is another sister figure to Akira

Those who have been invited into Akira’s humble little accommodation in the attic of his guardian’s coffee shop, Leblanc, probably realized after several visits that Akira’s bed consisted only of several large plastic crates previously used to carry and transport fresh ingredients used in Sojiro’s impressive curry, topped with a thin mattress that Akira slept on. It would be fine, for a very temporary stay, however, after months of using this ‘bed’, Akira was beginning to feel the effects that improper sleeping arrangements actually have on the body.

He was beginning to constantly feel tense in his neck, and his back began to ache, causing him to rely heavily on Kawakami’s skillful hands to massage each bundle of nerves that distracted him throughout the day. However, even her massages could only help so much. Even his friends were beginning to notice the way he continuously rolled his shoulders back and rubbed his neck, an uncomfortable expression twisted onto his usually charming features.

Today was a particularly bad day⁠— whether he had just slept wrong the previous night, or whether it was a problem with his bed itself, Akira didn’t know, but he could barely concentrate on what Morgan was saying while they drank some freshly brewed coffee. His left hand seemed to be permanently rubbing his tense shoulder, his eyebrows knitted with frustration as the stiff feeling wouldn’t go away. He barely even touched his cooling cup of coffee.

“Referring back to my earlier statement, I learned that was the reason that the connections between varying religions and their consumption of food in otherworldly scen⁠— …..Are… you alright?” Morgan had stopped her interesting lecture on the fascinating topic of comparing religions, considering the manifestation of her heart took form Dionysus, one of the gods that exist in ancient Grecian religion, concern etched on her face as she watched Akira space out. She had asked him the same question not long ago, which he had dismissed with a wave of his hand and a sheepish chuckle, though he truly couldn’t deny it this time.

Akira sighed and let his left hand fall to his lap as his right hand gently twisted the bangs in front of his eyes, a strange habit he had developed. “My neck and back are killing me…” His eyes shifted away from Morgan, as if he felt guilty admitting that his mattress was… less than ideal, especially knowing Morgan’s impulsive behavior at times. “I thought it would go away, but it’s just been getting worse and worse these past few weeks.” There was no point in trying to lie, not when anyone could see the way Akira had been acting.

“Your bed is uncomfortable?” Morgan tilted her head and seemed to urge Akira to clarify⁠— he was one of the people she held close to her heart, so seeing him suffer was nothing short of unacceptable.

“If you could even call it that.”

Morgan’s eyebrows knitted together, clearly displeased with Akira’s answer, and waited for him to elaborate, which he did with a sigh. Her eyes widened a tad bit, not having realized Akira’s dilemma was something she could so easily fix⁠— considering she was blessed with the funds to do so. And it was the least she could do for him, after everything Akira’s done for her.

Akira’s cautious protesting and falsified reassurances fell on deaf ears as Morgan abruptly stood up and gathered her things, seeming determined⁠— though Akira may as well have thought that Morgan was angry at him, with the way she didn’t utter a word and the unwavering steeled expression despite Akira urging her to sit back down. She waved it off, however, and set down a bill far too large for one cup of house-brewed coffee, and rushed out the door with a quick “Goodbye!” before Akira could give her the change she was owed, leaving the poor boy confused and truthfully worried, hoping that she wouldn’t do anything rash.

He sighed and slumped back down in his seat, running a hand through his hair, knowing there was no use in thinking about it right now. There was nothing Akira could do when Morgan got into this state, and he was more than aware of that. He couldn’t help but feel culpable, well aware that his intentions fell far away from taking advantage of Morgan’s affluence and pushing her to take action on his behalf for his bed, but still letting that pit in his stomach worry him, wondering if he did so unintentionally. “Better take my mind off of it…” He muttered, standing up and taking the cold cups of half-drunk coffee and shuffling towards the sink, washing out the beverage of the gods and watching it flow down the drain.

The following evening, Akira had found himself staying out later than usual, having spent time with Chihaya in Shibuya, and the affinity reading he had asked for and overseeing one of Chihaya’s eccentric customers took longer than he initially expected, though he was extremely curious about Chihaya’s ecstatic reaction during his own fortune reading, and her—perhaps slightly ominous—words that described that he “will find a wonderful gift waiting for you back home,” and despite Akira knowing that fate can be changed, he also knows better than to doubt her extremely accurate readings.

He pulled his bag a little higher on his shoulder, feeling Morgana’s soft paws cling to him to steady himself as he walked towards Leblanc, anxiety resting on his chest despite Lady Fortune favoring him today. “Hey, lighten up!” Morgana scoffed, swatting the back of Akira’s head, hoping to snap him out of his tension. “Chihaya said it’ll be good, so stop worrying so much!”

Akira rubbed the back of his head, grumbling that Morgana had hit him, but kept his brisk pace back home, wondering what disaster he’ll likely find. “I know, but I can’t help but feel like it’s related to what I was talking about with Morgan the other day…”

“What you were talking about with Morgan?”

“I accidentally told her how we don’t have an actual bed, and you know how Morgan can get sometimes.”

“You… did?” Morgana blinked owlishly at Akira, though his gaze wasn’t returned. Still, Morgana couldn’t help but cheer loudly, figuring the good news was something along those lines as well. He paid no attention to Akira asking him desperately to calm down, exclaiming “we’ll finally have a bed to sleep in! No more backaches! I can finally rest like a king!”

Akira’s face flushed with embarrassment as the attention Morgana garnered with his loud meowing caused heads to turn from every which way, and he picked up his pace and kept his head low, trying to avoid the stares of the neighbors. He made a sharp left into the small area of Yongen Jaya that he knew like the back of his hand, cautiously peering up when closing in towards the cafe. The lights are on. Did Sojiro not go home yet? Or is someone else in there…? Akira bit the inside of his cheek and walked up to the door, taking in a deep breath as if to brace himself for whatever he may find, only to be greeted by a cheerful Futaba, who had beaten Akira to it.

“Hey! You’re finally home! God we thought you got yourself kidnapped or something, with how long it took!” Futaba exclaimed, pulling on Akira’s arm and jumping excitedly, tugging the stunned thief into the humble cafe, who just barely avoided stumbling over his own two feet. “Sojiro, Sojiro! Look, Akira’s finally home!”

“Just what were you doing out so late anyways?” Sojiro interrogated, taking a drag from his cigarette as he leaned against the counter, clearly tired. It was close to being 10:00, after all. “I want to get home soon, so just⁠— go upstairs and look at what your friend brought you.” He sighed, looking away and grumbling, though he wanted to make sure that Akira gave people proper thanks when he sees it.

“Aww, c’mon Sojiro, at least come with us to see his reaction!”

“I don’t think that’s⁠—”

Futaba’s glare shut Sojiro up quickly, and the elder man rubbed the back of his neck and snuffed out the cigarette, walking around the counter to meet with a dazed and confused Akira, a cheerful Futaba, and an excited Morgana.

Akira managed to pry himself free from Futaba’s clutches, shaking his arm a few times to relieve the slight ache from how hard Futaba had been tugging his arm. “Who else is here?” Akira asked cautiously.

“Oh, it’s just Morgan and Ryuji. Nobody super special, if that’s what you’re asking.”

That caught him by surprise. Morgan he had been expecting, but Ryuji too? Wasn’t shouldn’t he be home with his mom? Akira stared at Futaba quizzically, but said nothing, only nodding. He swallowed and took a few steps forward, feeling the Sakura family’s expectant gaze on his back, watching his every move with anticipation. Slowly but surely, he climbed the steps into the attic⁠— his bedroom.

“Dude! Finally! I thought I was gonna have to dip because you were taking forever!” Ryuji jumped off the couch, stretching as he stood up and rolling his neck with a grin. “Come on in to your new and improved crib!” He seemed to be glowing with pride, and Akira was almost scared to look. “You better thank Morgan, she was the one who did most of the work!”

“She… what?” Akira asked, clearly surprised. He finally mustered the will to look over to where his bed usually lay, only to find a larger, and much nicer replacement staring back at him, with Morgan comfortably seated with a large smile. A bed⁠— a genuine, bonafide bed. Akira’s chest tightened, and he suddenly felt extremely guilty, knowing that Morgan bought it on a whim all because Akira mentioned the sorry state of his previous one. “You… really didn’t have to⁠— I can’t… pay you back for this, you know.” He set his bag down, ignoring the looks from the others as he walked towards Morgan.

“You do not need to worry about paying me back, Akira.” Morgan countered, shaking her head and standing, brushing off the wrinkles on her clothes and giving him a cheerful smile, excited to see his genuine reaction, now that she’s forced away⁠ Akira’s guilt— or at least attempted to⁠. “Besides… I can’t let someone I care for sleep like an inmate.” She explained, seeming a little sheepish. Morgan did think of Akira extremely highly after all, and in a familial sense, she wanted to take care of him, just like he did for her.

“I… ah…” Akira pushed up his glasses, doing his best to hide the fact that he was overwhelmed with emotion⁠— both from having his back saved, and from once again realizing that he is cared for deeply by Morgan and his other friends. “Thank you… really, I⁠—” He stopped himself before he could add “don’t know how to repay you” and instead just smiled, taking a shaky breath in and pulling Morgan into a hug, burying his face in her hair and holding her close.

The spontaneity of the act took her by surprise, but she slowly began to relax in his embrace, finding it warm and comfortable. “I’m happy you liked it. But don’t forget to thank Sakura-san, Futaba, and Ryuji too.” Morgan peeled herself from an emotional Akira, who could only nod at her instruction.

“Aww, come on you big dork!” Futaba exclaimed, tackling Akira from behind and causing him to yelp as he stumbled to catch his own weight, before laughing loudly, snapping out of his sappy state.

Akira tried to turn around to hug Futaba properly, but was subsequently caught by Ryuji, who slung his arm over his shoulder and grinded their heads together with a hearty laugh. “I can’t stay long, my mom’s comin’ home soon, but I’m glad you liked it! Made those hours of actually fixin’ it up worth it, my man!”

“Thank you⁠— all of you.” Akira spoke, his expression soft and gratitude immense.

“Of course.” Ryuji snorted, and Futaba simply cheered on about how it was a successful mission. Morgan and Sojiro watched the trio with amusement, glancing towards each other momentarily and nodding in acknowledgement.

He felt Futaba jump off of his back and saunter around to the bed, where Morgana had passed out almost immediately upon touching the much more comfortable surface. “Kitty~ sleepy kitty~” She cooed, occupying herself while Ryuji let go of Akira as well, beginning his round of goodbyes.

“Alright Futaba, we had better go too.” Sojiro cut her off before she could bother Morgana anymore.

“Aww..”

“You want him to test out his new bed, right? The only way he’ll do that is to sleep on it, and he can’t sleep with you bugging him.”

“Fine.”

Sojiro turned to Morgan and Akira as Futaba and Ryuji walked down the stairs, already encompassed in an interesting debate on which Featherman character was truly the best. “Goodnight, you two, and don’t get her home too late, understand?”

“Yeah. Goodnight, Sojiro. Thank you, too.” Akira flashed him a smile and Sojiro merely scoffed, but the smile on his face was undeniable.

Morgan waved goodbye as well, watching Sojiro’s retreating form down the steps, only to sit herself back down on the bed, gently stroking Morgana’s soft fur. “You should have said something about your bed sooner, it would have saved you a lot of pain.”

“I don’t like when people buy me expensive things… a new mattress and bedframe are pricey.” Akira mumbled and turned his head away. “But I really am grateful you did this all for me. If you ever need me for something, or want my cooking or coffee, just let me know, okay? It’s on the house.” He offered, yet Morgan declined it with a proper smile.

“You forget I have the money to buy these things without worry, and this cafe isn’t exactly swarming with customers, so I’ll keep buying my orders. But thank you. I’ll take you up on your offer, especially when I want to go look around Tokyo.”

“Alright, I can live with that.” Akira glanced at his clock and back at Morgan. “Do you want me to walk you down to the train station, or would you rather spend the night here, or…?”

Morgan shook her head quickly. “No, my escorts should be here soon, so in the meantime, I would just like to chat with you.”

Akira sat himself down on the bed, feeling the stark difference in comfort immediately, and quickly understanding why Morgana passed out without so much as a word. “I can do that.” He chuckled, twisting his bangs. “Why don’t you continue telling me about the different mythologies relating to foods and stuff? We didn’t finish it.”

Morgan’s eyes seemed to brighten at the invitation to continue one of her long lectures on subjects she found fascinating, and eagerly began to talk Akira’s ear off, who did his best to not fall asleep on the comfort of his new bed until she was picked up.

#morgan #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #persona 5 #p5 #joker #p5r #persona 5 royal #akira #kurusu #ren #amamiya #platonic #fluff #persona 5 scramble #p5s

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princiere · 4 years

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💛💚💙!? :)

aaaaa tysm 🥺🥺

also this got super outta hand so I'm gonna try to put it under a read more, if it doesn't work I'm so sorry hfjdhg

💛 - Domestic Headcanons

Akira's job is actually freelancing, so he's a pretty good stay-at-home husband when he's not working.

Akira denies that he misses having Morgana around, but sometimes you can catch him talking to our cats as if they'll respond with coherent answers.

Thanks to the money Akira gets during his Phantom Thieves business, we're able to afford a pretty good apartment. We get one with two bedrooms, and use one of them as a "hobby room".

While we don't have a balcony, almost all of our windowsills are decorated with plants. Any plants that are too big to fit on a windowsill are placed where it can still get lots of sunlight.

Akira refuses to take off his wedding ring. Ever. His Joker gloves aren't tight enough to force him to take his ring off, but just enough that you can see the indents of it under the fabric. He'll only ever take it off if he knows it needs cleaning, but you can still see the marking of the ring on his finger.

I'm still debating on what he goes to college for, but he does go to college! Thankfully he's a lot better about managing his schoolwork alongside his jobs and personal life nowadays, now that he feels he's got a reason to stay healthy ♡

Akira doesn't admit it, but he's quite doting towards me. He knows not to interject and try to assist me all the time, otherwise it makes me feel useless, but he'll tend to keep a watchful eye on whatever I'm doing and is fully willing to drop everything if I ask for help.

He also knows that I'm kinda intellectually stunted due to mental illnesses and trauma, so he knows I may not be aware of when I'm actually sick or something, as well as not understanding or already knowing basic things (I recently learned how to use a goddamn printer). Again, he knows not to say something unless I ask, with the only exception being if I could be in immediate danger or I'm physically incapable of helping myself at the moment.

Privacy who??? Akira will obviously respect my privacy, but for the most part he doesn't bat an eye at any of the "weird" things I do around the house. It's kinda what he signed up for by dating me, so he knows what to expect.

💚 - Holiday Headcanons (Any Holiday is cool)

Akira's interested in celebrating any holidays, even if they're ones he's never celebrated himself or even heard of before.

They give him the opportunity to use his Extra Gene, and go a bit overboard if he knows I'll enjoy it.

The big holidays, like New Year's, Independence Day, Christmas, etc are about what you expect. Those holidays tend to go above and beyond anyway, so Akira celebrates them like anyone else does.

However, it's in holidays that aren't internationally blown up that Akira likes to participate in the most.

March 31st was TDOV, so he absolutely does shit like hang a trans flag up in the living room and wear clothes that have the same colors as the flag. He also keeps saying "trans rights" after everything he says lmao

The only big holidays that he unabashedly goes overboard for are Valentine's Day and Halloween. He's a super loving partner, so Valentine's Day is a given with him. But I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me this guy doesn't plan out his Halloween costume at least a month in advance, because you're wrong.

Akira's the guy that starts celebrating Halloween the moment October starts. He won't completely deck out the place with skeletons or anything, but he does bust out the cool spooky shit for things that were already around the house.

Humidifiers are now being used for smoky cauldrons, he'll put up a skeletal hand where our key hanger usually goes, he put a fuckin cat skeleton on our cat tower-

💙 - AU/Crossover Headcanons

*sweats bc the only AU's I think of with Akira are the stereotypical "you're born with the first words your soulmate will say to you on your skin" and "you and your soulmate feel each other's pain" scenarios*

Still I might as well mention them lmao

Akira gets...a bit of a ramble for his marking. He never thought much of it until his teen years, when all his peers start finding their soulmates.

He gets the words "I'm sorry, I just...I didn't mean to weird you guys out. I heard the rumors and I wanted to see if everyone was lying about you. You just...don't seem like the scary or intimidating kind of guy." along the side of his thigh. His parents used to tell him that he was actually born with just the first sentence, given how long it became in the end, and that more and more developed as he grew up and grew more space for the rest of it.

Akira...isn't really sure what to make of it. Apparently he does something that gets him a bad reputation, and his soulmate seemingly doesn't care about that? That's a good thing, right?

It isn't until he's forced to confront me with Ryuji that everything clicks. He's remembered the words in his skin to a T, even the hesitation in parts of it.

He can't help but go completely silent, shocked that he'd finally found his supposed soulmate.

And at now, of all times in his life.

Akira puts aside his shock, however. Maybe it's just a sick coincidence, even though I said exactly what his skin had written. He manages to say, "It's alright. I didn't mind, really, but...you could've come talked to me if you wanted to. I don't bite."

His shock then comes back tenfold when he sees the realization hit me as well.

Later on, when we know each other better, I reveal that mine was written along my right inner wrist. Sure enough, word for word, it's exactly what he said the day we met each other.

Now for the other AU

Everything for us still plays out like it does in our actual universe. I start to experience a lot more sudden pains by our 2nd year of highschool, but I don't make the connection that it's because of Akira up until The Interrogation.

The rest of the Phantom Thieves are already worried out of their minds when their leader disappears, but it begins to skyrocket even further when I suddenly experience pains far worse than I've endured before.

By now, we've all made the connection, but we're all also more worried about what Akira must be going through, as well as making sure I don't develop any issues that could need serious and immediate medical attention.

It gets to a point where I just faint from the shock. I fall into a bit of a coma, where I only wake up due to sudden pains that feel like my body was being frozen alive, before I go comatose again.

The others desperately try to keep me alive themselves, knowing the legal trouble that could arise if I'm taken to a hospital. They watch as I develop bruising all over my face and body the longer this goes on, still flinching in my sleep.

Thankfully, Akira's able to avoid The Shooting, otherwise we'd both be dead. Even if this all was part of the plan, the pain inflicted can't be ignored.

I don't fully wake up until the cognition change, and even then the pain is still too much for me to move at all.

Akira doesn't know what's happened to me until he's freed, and when the others surprise him at Leblanc and he notices my absence.

When he's told about our connection, he rushes to my place, where I originally collapsed and was taken care of.

The similarity in bruising and injuries were hard to ignore, but we couldn't touch quite yet due to how much everything still hurt.

We do agree to talk things out once all the current issues are taken care of, and Akira can't help but take his bandaged hand in my own.

And maybe a little kiss to the crown of my hair too

OKAY CROSSOVER TIME

There's only one crossover I've had in mind for Akira.......

Animal Crossing.

Akira's absolutely a black cat, sporting glasses like Raymond. If given the chance, his personality's a mix of smug and uchi.

He's not much into fishing or catching bugs, but he's into shooting down balloons and getting heavily involved in the turnip stock market.

He's a bit of a night owl, meaning he'll be out and about even after all the other villagers have gone to bed. He'll usually head back to his house at around midnight though.

He's one of the Able Sisters' best customers. He loves to check out the huge variety of clothing options they have, and actually makes some of his own designs. He doesn't present them for others to wear, however, unless he specifically made one for someone.

His house is about what you'd expect. It's a simple layout with everything he'd need, along with the addition of a couple plants and a piano.

#this got so fuckin outta hand I'm sorry hfjdhgk #answered #long post #ultradumpsterwolf #akira kurusu/ren amamiya #f/o #fictional other #self shipping community #self shipping #self ship community #self ship

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"The Dying King and the Four Knights" - Main Story #8, Part 3 - A Summary

Videos: First Half, Second Half

Continuing from the last installment, here’s a summary of Part 3!

"I am...not just a vessel of the King." The King and Chancellor travel on to find the next gem while the King monologues. He talks about how, lording over the kingdom from his throne, he had thought his power reached far and wide. But, the extent of his power was far too small to save even one person. And because of that...he lost a sworn friend. He couldn't forgive that his friend had died in the war before him. He couldn't forgive his powerlessness at being unable to resuscitate his friend back to life. "But his...my sworn friend's little brother..."

A wind picks up and the King remarks at how fierce it is. The Chancellor tells him to please endure it and that they're almost out of the forest. The King wonders if they're being told not to come, by the Marquis...and the Jade. But, they must move on. He says the Marquis was the one to awaken him. That his feelings were what opened the King's eyes.

At this point we see Shiori being attacked by a Korosu. Akira shouts "Marquis!" and jumps in to save her along with Michiru. After it's defeated, Akira says, "That's right... I remember now. You are... Yumeoji Shiori."

Frau Jade -Affection- 4 months ago

The flashback begins with Michiru thanking Shiori for helping her gather materials even though it's a tough job. Shiori says this much is nothing and Michiru tells her how reliable she is and that she'll be counting on her tomorrow too. Shiori mentions that she left the materials for tomorrow on Yachiyo's desk and that she'll be taking her leave now.

After she's left, Akira asks Michiru how Shiori's work method is. Michiru says she's doing really well. She says that she'd give her close to 100 points for accuracy and thoroughness, as far as her work as the General Affairs officer goes. Akira says that's high praise coming from Michiru, but what else? Michiru is confused as to what she means, so Akira explains that Michiru only said "as far as her work as the General Affairs officer goes". Michiru says that she heard from the other middle school students that Shiori hasn't been doing well in her classes recently. She says the teachers have been worried too, and that they've been talking about how it might have been too soon for a middle school student to become an Edel after all.

Akira insists that's not the case. That she chose Shiori to be Frau Jade because it could be no one but her. Michiru says she knows, but that expectation might be too... 'Too heavy of a burden?' Akira asks and says she had heard that Shiori's body wasn't very strong originally. Michiru says there's that, but for Shiori it's probably...you know. "...Fumi," Akira says.

The scene changes to the rehearsal room where Shiori is playing the piano. When she stops, Akira begins clapping and tells her it was a wonderful performance. Surprised, Shiori stands up but Akira says there's no need to and tells her to continue. Shiori says she was just playing a bit as a change of pace. Akira says she'd like to hear more. Shiori hesitantly agrees, and begins playing again.

Afterwards, Akira tells her it was wonderful and Shiori says she's a bit embarrassed. Akira tells her that the music she plays has a kind and gentle tone. Shiori begins saying that her sister is much better at the piano---and stops. She apologizes. Akira says that she was praising Shiori's piano and that Fumi has nothing to do with it. Shiori begins tearing up.

"Hm? What's wrong... Are you crying?" "...Doesn't...have nothing to do with it... She doesn't have nothing to do with it. For me." "Shiori... ...If you'd like...do you want to tell me? What you're thinking right now." "Yukishiro-senpai... ...Even if I told you... There's so many things I don't understand myself." "......" "Um, Yukishiro-senpai..." "What is it?" "You know that...my sister left for some reason. Left the Edels she longed for... The Siegfeld she dreamed of..." "That's..." "The face I saw her make that day...looked like she was in pain somewhere. I've been wondering if it was my fault... I've been thinking about it this whole time..." "......" "I've been thinking about how being chosen to be Frau Jade by Yukishiro-senpai and Michiru-senpai...is too great a responsibility for a middle schooler like me... But that I need to do my best in my sister's place as well... So that I don't trouble the senpai... I think of how if my sister were here... Then surely she would be much more..." "...... Do you have that little faith in me?" "Eh?" "Shiori. It was not Fumi who I chose, but you. And you've more than met my expectations. To deny that is to deny my choice." "......" "You and Fumi are different people...different Stage Girls. Don't adhere to your sister. Do what you yourself want." "What I want...that's... That's...because of Onee-chan, you know!? She and I both entered Siegfeld to stand on the stage of Elysion that we dreamed of!" "......!" "I came here chasing after Onee-chan... And now she's not here! My...Onee-chan!" "Sh-Shiori...!?" "I have to work hard for Onee-chan who left! I have to work even harder than she did! Doing what I want, not adhering to her... I can't... I can't possibly do that, can I?!!"

Shiori begins to sob and the first half ends.

The second half picks up in the student council room where Akira is serving Shiori tea. She apologizes, saying they didn't have black tea, only roasted green tea. Shiori, still sniffling, thanks her and apologizes for her disgraceful display. Akira awkwardly tells her not to worry about it and says she's sorry too, for saying something impolite. She very awkwardly admits that Fumi is not an unrelated matter, after all, her and Shiori are family...right...yes... Shiori giggles at her and when Akira looks confused, Shiori tells her this might be the first time she's seen Akira look so lost.

Akira says she's like this at times. That the truth is, despite being the 'King' as Frau Platin and the Student Council President in name, there are things she's not good at, so she's always burdening Michiru. She says when Fumi left too, she had trouble keeping her inner thoughts calm. Shiori is surprised. Akira says it's because Fumi was a companion she stood on stage with the previous year, and now she was gone. She felt lost. From the bottom of heart.

Shiori meekly asks if Akira was angry with Fumi. Akira says she was angry, yes. Shiori says, "I knew it" but Akira states she wasn't angry at Fumi. She was angry at herself, as someone who stood on stage with Fumi but couldn't offer her any help. She was angry at herself, as the imperfect vessel of Frau Platin. She says if she had had a wider outlook she may have been able to do something for Fumi...but, corrects herself and says no, even thinking that is arrogant of her. Shiori seems to want to say something, but Akira says she's relieved now. Fumi stood on stage again at Rinmeikan. She was able to return to it. That's enough for now.

Shiori apologizes for making her worry. Akira says she doesn't need to. "But, Shiori... I don't want you to quit being an Edel...being Frau Jade." She says she realized it when Shiori was playing the piano, that Shiori's kind and gentle presence is something Akira needs. That her wide worldview, her calm thoughtfulness, and her modest consideration are all things that no one but Shiori has. "No one but you... Just you." She says it was thanks to Shiori that she was able to realize just how self-righteous and arrogant she was. She says Shiori is necessary for her stage, the King's Stage. Shiori stands up suddenly and Akira tries to ask what she's doing, but Shiori takes a deep breath and---

"ONEE-CHAN, YOU IDIOT!!" "Sh-Shiori?" "Why did you leave without warning!? Why didn't you say anything!? Even though everyone is worried---! Even though I'm your little sister---! ONEE-CHAN, YOU IDIOT!!"

Shiori is winded but says she feels refreshed now. She tells Akira that she wont quit. After all, the reason she came to Siegfeld was to stand on the stage of Elysion. So she won't give up being Frau Jade. She then, like Mei Fan, begins to recite her Edel pledge and the background briefly changes to her on stage in her audition outfit.

"Protectively furled, the bud opens Guided by, the Platinum path A letter wet with tears Stepping out from hiding, the dreaming Jade" Frau Jade, Yumeoji Shiori! Together we'll conquer, the King's Summit! (The line about the letter uses the same kanji as Fumi's name.)

Shiori says she looks forward to working on the Student Council with them again tomorrow. Akira says she's surprised, she didn't know Shiori could yell like that. She says there must be much more she doesn't know about Shiori, how interesting. She says she'll do as Shiori did, to which Shiori is confused, but then Akira yells, "FUMI, YOU...FOOL!!! Why did you give up!? On everything... On Shiori, on me---! FUMI, YOU...FOOL!!!" Shiori is surprised and Akira tells her to keep it a secret from Michiru or she'll likely get a tongue-lashing for doing something so unbefitting of the King. She then tells Shiori she'll be counting on her from tomorrow on, and Shiori happily says, "Yes!"

The scene transitions back to the King and the Chancellor as the King retrieves the Jade. He remarks at the gentle wind caressing his hair and says this could only be the Jade, with it's calming green. He says he remembers it well, the affection that the Marquis taught him. That it was thanks to the Marquis supporting him in his dead brother's stead, that he realized that affection is necessary in one who is King. He says the winds are still strong, but that his heart has warmed a little. He tells the Chancellor that they should continue on. The next gem is the "Pearl of the Knight", to the south...

...and thus ends Part 3! I'll continue with Part 4 whenever it's released!

#revue starlight #shoujo kageki revue starlight #revue starlight relive #summary #siegfeld

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