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‘ ⊰ ★ ⊱  &&.  –      “ Really ? You actually LIKE it ? ”

                       This was his first time even ( massaging ) someone. At first , self - doubt clung to him with the concern that he may accidentally   hurt !   his poor classmate. Unfortunately , her usual convincing skills had him in her ropes. Before he knew it , he was sitting on the side of the bed with Tamamo spread out , face down. 

                       Fingers pressing down against her shoulders and lowering down to her middle back , a look of surprise comes around after her noise of ( contentment ) reaches his ears. Embarrassment seeps in at last ;     did she really enjoy this ?    

                       Slowly , he moves his digits through her back in their magic touch. He supposed that it might as well be a natural - gift of his. Maybe he’ll give some massages to Sojiro later if he ever gets tired. 

                 「獅童 正義」

His defeat was decided the moment he challenged them. He lay on his knees, beaten, bruises covering his body from his head to feet. For the first time in YEARS did Masayoshi Shido accept defeat. Fingers dug into the expensive carpet, perking up upon hearing the near silent voice of the man standing victorious.

‘You..must be referring to Akechi, yes?’

Pain from the most recent battle was absorbed into his bones, voice strained.

‘He..was just a killing machine in my eyes, not once did I ever think to consider his feelings. My other self..only HE will be able to atone for all the sins committed by me.. Maybe this will make Akechi happy..haha.’

‘ ⊰ ★ ⊱  &&.  –      There was ( pity ) in his eyes. And did he deserve it ?     NO , ONLY A SWIFT DEATH.    a voice utters in his head. Unsure if it was his own desire or another’s. Akira ignores the commotion around him , mainly the shuffling of his friends’ feet and --- --- --- tension rising among them.   Ah , he wondered too.  Would this make Akechi happy ? To see his killer groveling on his knees like this ?

                          He crossed his arms , gray hues narrowing. His tone of voice changes ; soon the effects will seep in. And another target of their’s will have their heart STOLEN. Cleansed from another grave , sinful act of ( injustice. )

       they seem very prepared when answering this,  “to serve you,  to protect you,  & to heal you.  it’s as simple as that,  really.”  they say.  “why else would i be called your guardian?”

‘ ⊰ ★ ⊱  &&.  –      “ My... guardian ? ”

                     Laced with puzzlement , gray hues blink in suspicion. For a sudden stranger to walk up to him like this.   ‘ how else is he suppose to react ? ? ?   Other than confused and cautious. He shoves his hands inside of his pockets , glancing around for a second to make sure no one else was catching this ( odd ) sight.

‘ ⊰ ★ ⊱  &&.  –      ' SILENCE  GRACED  MASK  HIDDEN  EYES.    He keeps his eyes locked with the other , yet it was almost ( pitying. ) The battle is won , yet his heart felt like it lost a war. Mainly because of a certain someone lost from his grasp ,    ‘ unfair and cruel     his death had to be taken. All the more motivating to steal the corrupted hearts that took over the world. 

                           He sheaths his dagger , eyes softening as he stared down at him. Crimson irises sullen. 

He didn’t like it… Oh well, not like Tamamo wanted to push it more. She was having enough fun just by hanging out with Kurusu every now and then. Plus, walking like this to school was something she missed— no, something she learned only in this school. Having a company was definitely worth everything she went through! 

              “Eh~ I see. I’m actually jealous of you, Kurusu-kun. You are so honest and precious like this,”   Mizushima laughed as she hid her hands behind her back, holding her bag in her hands, too. She tilted her head as she thought about something, zoning out for a little while before continuing.   “This is reality… Honestly, I was thinking that the world that we know and travel to is what shows our real selves, but~ maybe it’s just what I want to see. I mean, I haven’t changed that much in Mementos unlike any other… It’s kind of sad.”

‘ ⊰ ★ ⊱  &&.  –       There were moments when he couldn’t UNDERSTAND her. He can trust her , no doubt about it. Especially every little moments of cooperation and ( teamwork ) they’ve done together , her little  ‘ cutesy  clinging , and constant affection , it was hard to think she had any intentions to --- --- --- harm ! ! ! him. Tamamo was better than that ;   ‘ SHE  WAS  NO  BACKSTABBER. 

                               Her words caught him off guard. It was enough for Akira to break out of his flustered countenance and grow somewhat blank.   ‘ ah , there is was again.    That moment where your mind is lost in depth and losing itself towards a ( sullen ) light. She frowned , eyes averting to his feet. 

— “a day dedicated to eating it?! that’s fantastic!” yusuke immediately reaches in, pulling one of the sticks out. “thank you very much, akira!”

     “i can’t believe i never celebrated such a phenomenal day before…! perhaps i should paint a pocky-inspired piece to mark the occasion?” 

‘ ⊰ ★ ⊱  &&.  –       “ Really ? You never celebrated it ? I guess not many people would care about it though... Wonder why they made a whole day just to devote to pocky. ”

                                 It was ( strange ) , he’ll admit. But , he made no distaste towards the day. Akira wasn’t a major sweets fan , but he ENJOYS pocky. It was one of his favorite , actually. Even better if he could share it with someone.