QUEEN OF FISTS

@blackguard​ said: The apartment’s dark when we get back and she clings to my side familiarly. When I flip on the lights, the sudden appearance of our thieves plus Sae and Sojiro all yelling, “Surprise!” makes her cling to me somehow tighter. I have a brief chuckle at her expense, smiling at her like she’s the most beautiful girl in the world, which she most certainly is. “Nearly let it slip while I was busy distracting you. Happy Birthday, Makoto. Now let’s see about this cake.”

                                           Almost feeling like nothing would turn unusual, it seems the council president is proven wrong with dating her thief. Everything about their DATE was nothing more than an actual distraction to turn away from returning back. The darkened room made MAKOTO exceptionally worried...knowing dark places wasn’t her ideal friend. From a tightened cling towards her boyfriend, the QUEEN ventured inside though was wary. This situation was too familiar and might invite another repetition of her shivers as they proceed forward. She prays nothing was wrong with the lights though her concerns turned out to be for naught. ❝ Ahh! ❞ Bursting words nearly threw the girl upon her back, yet strangely retaining that hold over his arm---no wonder SAE never was accepting into throwing any surprise parties over her younger sibling. After that subtle shock, she gave rise with a heated blush coating around her cheeks. It took a few moments to realize this wasn’t intended on humiliating her but for a celebration of her BIRTHDAY.

Seeing Naoto outside of Shujin Academy was normal now. Ever since Kamoshida’s stunt, she’s been assigned to the school to determine if there’s anymore serious corruption going on. At least, that’s what her cover story is and her role with the local police department. Which ironically made her actual job (assisting the Phantom Thieves) that much easier. She knew that this was all one big publicity stunt for the school in an attempt to salvage some of it’s reputation.

She’s had a few students come to her here and there to vocalize any complaints that they might have had.  Thought nothing stood out to her as something that warranted further attention. She was waiting for a specific student to come out  of the building. Spotting Makoto, Naoto approached her with a relatively relaxed look on her face.

“Nijima-san can I speak to you for a little bit?”

@agnesguise​

                                           Things have evolved within SHUJIN ACADEMY that the council president could barely keep up, not without her recent awakening. It wasn’t so much of an issue but felt relieving to say the least about reopening those eyes she closed off. Yet it nearly brought some GUILT behind the corruption that was permitted to prolong without her awareness. Even that isn’t a valid excuse for MAKOTO to drown on, neither could she wish to justify herself. In the end, there’s been someone whose face was being familiarized by countless students. She could easily marvel the QUEEN herself whenever matters over the students were concerned. At least she could see the woman standing before them was a far more trusting law enforcement than that other DETECTIVE. He only rubbed her wrongly for comparing her past behavior like a carpet being trampled (I will prove him wrong...this time). 

@agnesguise​

One of the more frustrating things about his new assignment was the need to actually act like he was a teacher with his act together. To Kanji Tatsumi, lesson plans were things to be ignored, and yet here he was, agonizing over one himself. He happily took the posting under the assumption that it would just be the physical side of physical education, but here he was, researching, among al things, the effects of a high-fiber diet on the body as it relates to cardiovascular activity.

Riveting.

He was so absorbed in his studies that he wasn’t quite looking where he was walking, and blindly rounded a corner, colliding straight into someone else, ending with him upending himself and landing square on his tailbone and the academic paper he’d been perusing scattering everywhere. Before he could worry about any of that, though, he shot to his knees and looked the student council president in the eye with a look of sincere apology.

“Oh, shi-crap! I’m so sorry, Niijima-san. Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I? Ah, dammit- I mean dang it.”

                                           Few things nearly escaped the council president’s meeting just an hour ago from realizing a horrible OBLIGATION. Become obedient to these adults...don’t go against them by any means and things will turn out. She tries desperately to convince herself these mantra like it was a life sentence. In the end, MAKOTO didn’t wish for it and had a habit for letting her late father’s sense of JUSTICE to take over. That was herself speaking later though resorts back into this facade, the appearance necessary in order to survive. (What a pain...if only there was something else I could do but what?) Hands clenched to the papers tightly but softened from the immediate turn. At that moment, she came across with a sharp bump though her papers were slightly sparred from collapsing down the ground---herself included.

@agnesguise​ // Reddit Starter

    “…..Okay what is with every woman at stores being a Karen? All I wanted was to buy some tissue paper and she stole it from my basket because her kid needed it more….” he’s grumbling to himself, clearly peeved.

☠ - “So ya get what I mean now? I’m all for workin’ to hell and back but where’s the excitement if that’s the everyday!?” Ryuji exclaims before taking another good bite of his sandwich. Meals had the miracle power to settle the nerves, especially when such nerves had the vibe of this sounding like it was asking for a Christmas present early. He’s aware of how Makoto is a stickler to the rules of the deal. Hell, in fact it’s too damn good they have someone like her in their ranks as a good friend!

..But sometimes? In life you just have to go eff that.

He remembers the way she looked excited during the volleyball portions of the beach trip once upon a time. After snagging hearts and doing their wild and untamed course of changing hearts, that’s what led this current declaration in one of their many hideouts butnot hideouts; a need for a vacation! This is what leads to the introductory light elbow nudge as he moseys into the idea.

”Yer shoulders are gettin’ too stiff again Makoto! And I sure as hell know it ain’t from constant training either, let’s go and goof off with a vacation! How long has it been since ya giggled snorted at something funny anyways?”

@agnesguise​

                                           “ Yes, I’m already aware how eager you are for vacation RYUUJI-KUN. ” Nothing about it sound unpleasant though the council president offered a heavy contemplation. Between juggling the remaining studies left along with her usual duties for the student body, there’s rarely any moments given into the idea of having fun. Already MAKOTO could feel the uneasiness settling in for lacking any kind of energetic nature for everyone. Being strict through regulations was tactful in handling missions but she wondered if it ever made her a displeasure as a friend. Why there’s ever a moment back then when she thought about what makes others...willing to tolerate her presence. Those last thoughts were brushed away when the PHANTOM THIEVES became her secondary home---second family whose bright and colorful personalities left a warm place in her heart.

@crossxskulled​ said: "Ey their hotshot! Burned those bastards to a crisp I see." Skull wore a rowdy smile as he slings that slab of iron along his shoulders, clearly approving of the Queen's decisive finish. "Sure would hate to be the poor sucker who got ya pissed like this today, we're gonna be needing all the fire ya got!"

                                           It became a natural routine, like the council president’s duties were being split into different personalities. Docile and obedient had been the QUEEN’S natural self to display at school. Being surrounded by her friends was another story entirely...especially when spiked fists could punch however she pleased. Their cries were very therapeutic from the tolerance she received by her peers, even the ADULTS surrounding her life were quite unbearable and stressful. Makoto gives a heavy sigh of relief, eager to complete this task before making dinner back home. She wouldn’t imagine her sister to arrive early enough but it was her own clock alerting her silently. Arms stretched out as red hues underneath that MASK beams a direct confidence over her ally. “ I wouldn’t say I got that angered for the finishing blow. It’s only natural we would proceed with JOKER’S command. At least you got accustomed to witnessing my WRATH and not being scared anymore, SKULL. ” A pause is made before approaching him with a curious look.