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I really just donât have the time to do much, iâve legit procrastinated for the past 3 hours because every time i try and do something i get bogged down by bad thoughts.
I do like talking non stop abt goro akechi and akira kurusu tho, feel free to hmu if you ever feel the need to
im sorry i left without a word. I just had a lot going on (I always do. and it only gets busier from here on up) and writing was a lot less satisfying to me and I was also falling out of persona among other things.
I wonât promise any updates. I do wish to get back into writing but, Iâd definately have to shorten some of my works and work at a pace where I donât become burned out.
Iâm not the type of person to do this, really, or at all as I dont think Iâve ever done this. I know some of you are bored and are clicking away and thatâs, ok but if you wouldnât mind, reblogs are appreciated.
About a month or so ago I was watching game grumps when an ad came up about this YouTuber named GameBob. At first I was going to click away but the tone of his voice made me falter. He sounded disheartened, his video was a last cry for help to try and make something out of his YouTube career. At the time he was just over 2000 subscribers.
So, I clicked on his channel and checked it out. All his videos had under 1000 views, his uploads were all over the place. I checked out one of his videos, and I instantly knew I was going to support this guy. Never have I seen someone bring so much enthusiasm to the table in order to make and create content. He loves it,everyone who watches catches onto his happiness without fail.
Unfortunately, heâs going through some rough times. Heâs done YouTube for 4 years, and has not been able to make a living off of it. Along with that,theres a chance him losing his job soon, as he just announced.
So Iâm asking anyone,if you are a fan of someone who enjoys content similar to markiplier (Horror games and similar works) please please give this guy a chance. I want to help this guy out as much as possible even if I only can do this.
Iâve linked his Pateron,his YouTube and his group channel below. thank you for reading.
i know ur box is closed but my small mexican heart rhought abt the phantom thieves having a mexican s/o and its melting just thought you should know!!!
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Akira Kurusu was always charming, to those who were stuck-up and for those who werenât. He always treated everyone the same, not lashing out or back talking anyone, regardless if they were in the wrong. He carried the aura of mystery over him and with his past being more than just speculation at Shujin, it was no wonder he caught your eye.
You decided to do a bit of poking, just watching him during class or as he left, accompanied by the boisterous ball of flames, Ryuji.
You didnât spy, just admiring from the distance, curiously.Â
Your actions soon found yourself in a dire situation, being thrown into an unknown world, held captive by suits of amours with ghoulish looks on their face in the castle painted red with blood and lust. It was a flurry of you screaming for help as they chained you down, only to be saved at the last minute by a trio of goons, the rock hard Ryuji, a scrawny cat and the polished man in black, Akira.
He released you, carefully supporting your shaking frame, the edges of his pure white mask bordered by licks of his raven-like hair. He licked his pink lips in concern, âAre you hurt at all...?â
Thatâs when the bud of love was placed in your heart, soon to grow into a monstrous flower that would destroy you mentally and physically.
---
Living life as a Phantom thief- tough. Living life as a phantom thief while in love with the leader? Even harder.Â
Itâs hard fighting shadows with the threat of death on the line when all you can think about is how closer you want to be with him, and how you crave for him to give you a command or to prove yourself useful to him.Â
You found yourself wanting to spend more time with him, wanting to stop by Leblanc for little or no reason. You definitely wanted to tell him but the idea of exposing yourself to someone made you dizzy. Not wanting to confide in the other members, you slowly worked up the courage as the months went by.
The school festival was going to be happening in a few weeks, the group had just announced that Akechi Goro, even if he could make it, was to be the special guest at the festival.
The timing wasnât perfect, but you decided that if you got rejected now, it wouldnât be so bad because the Phantom theives would all continue on as normal, and you two would still be friends.
In theory, and as you stood outside of LeBlanc second thoughts began popping up in your mind. You forced your panic aside, walking in with the small bell announcing your arrival.
Sojiro was busy in the back, cigar clenched between his teeth as he dug under the sink for something, mumbling curses under his breath.
You assumed Akira was upstairs, he had left school saying he had wanted to study and headed home early. You heald two drinks and a bag of burgers, wanting to at least pretend like you had a reason for being here
You left Sojiro to his own demons, creaking up the wooden steps of the stairs. On the final step you hesitated, knowing you could just walk back down and out of the cafe and pretend like this never happened. But that was stupid, you wanted to get this done right here and right now.Â
You pushed yourself up the final step before you could change your mind, opening your mouth to announce your arrival.
And just like that, your heart shattered into a million pieces right in front of your eyes.Â
---
You laid in bed, tomorrow you knew you would have to drag your sick and dying body out to the festival, where Makoto Nijima would grill Goro Akechi for the hour allowed until one of the two broke.
You cringed, rolling over and burying your face into a pillow. The thought of Makoto Nijima sickened you right now.Â
Your phone had been blowing up daily since the night of the occurrence, yet you didnât have the courage to answer them. Even at school you clung to Ann and fled at any sign of the student council president or Akira showing up.Â
You knew you should be online, supporting and talking with your friends on the plan tomorrow, sharing the same anxiety and confiding in eachother.Â
Yet you selfishly couldnât bring yourself to, instead wallowing and forcing yourself into doing nothing.
Itâs going to be awlkward if you say anything to Akira but at the same time the longer you wait the longer it will become apparent that you have feelings for the man.Â
You bounced between ideas and what to do for a few hours until the familiar tickle in your throat forced you into a coughing fit, spewing blood and roses into your hand. You grimaced at the mangled mess.
Brilliant.
You shut your phone off, slipping between states of slumber and laying in silence for the rest of the night.
---
It had been 5 days and you had yet to talk to Akira or Makoto directly. It was another day in Saeâs casino, the conflict between the couple and the new member Akechi only made things more awlkward trying to navigate through the palace. Most of it being in hushed silence, especially in break rooms where Akechi would attempt to interact with the group while Ann tried to get everyone into a conversation. Though after most of itâs members didnât participate, the efforts died off.
Makoto was a wreck, she was off of her game and kept nervously twitching, biting her nails or fussing with her hair. The stress of her sister, police, school and the interaction in Akiraâs room weighing her down.Â
Akira was more passive, though he was still quiet he was more jerky and less flamboyant, feigning calmness while still trying to lead the team.Â
It was unfair to the both of them and you knew it, but fuck you were in a lot of pain as well, satirically and metaphorically. It made you want to let yourself go, float into the void of your mind alone forever and never stop. It was like you were underwater, still breathing but everything was muffled and numb and you canât feel anything except for the pressure against your head and the rushing of water.
When you think youâll be ok, or whenever youâll have it out of your mind, each time you look at him the scene in the attic replays in your mind.
-They didnât notice you at first, only a few seconds later they noticed how greatly you had paled, dropping the bag onto the floor. Akira quickly covered Makotoâs baren body with a blanket, not even worrying about himself as words rushed out of his mouth in a babel, caught off guard.
It might have been okay, had Akira not been totally nude. And if you didnât look down at his crotch, you knew you shouldnât have but it was impossible to resist, fucking fate was forcing you to do it.Â
His dick, slick with pre-cum and curled towards his chest.
The dick that was aroused by Makoto Nijima, not you.
One that didnât care about your text, telling him you were dropping by.
One that cared more about his girlfriend, fucktoy, bitch, whatever he called her.
One that lied to you. Wanting to study, to be alone, when really he came to relieve that loneliness that he never shows to anyone, that he only shares with the ones he loved.
One that clearly, didnât love you.
Then you were running, out of the cafe and down into the streets, oh god oh god oh god, your mind playing those words like a broken record over and over as the world swirled and crunched and came at you under your feet, carrying you away away away from the place where youâd never be loved.-
Each time you so much as thought of him the memory stirred up again.
You quickly rounded a comer, isolating yourself as you violently coughed up more petals, stems and thorns cutting the inside of your mouth.Â
You cleaned yourself up and joined everyone again, letting your thoughts eat you alive.
---
Makoto finally snapped.
âWhatâs your problem?â She slammed her hands down on the table of the saferoom. The group was discussing whether or not they should send Akira into the battle areana or not, with every time Makoto insisted something you always were against it.Â
âWe shouldnât send him-â
âItâs the only way.â you said coldly.
âWe can find another way-â
âThereâs no time.â
Thus resulting into Makoto raging at you.
âThis whole time weâve been in here youâve been nothing but a bother, not talking, not even looking at us.â
âOh Iâm being the problem here.â You were growing angrier every second, angry and Makoto, angry and Akira and everything for making you love someone who didnât fucking care for you.
You knew deep down he did, but he wouldnât care like he would for her, pushing her out of the way in Futabaâs palace, Makoto sticking to his side like glue.Â
You were sick and tired of it. Of Makoto being the star of the show. âI come in here and work my ass off without complaint and listen to your boyfriendâs orders because I want to help you and your fucking sister and youâre telling me Iâm being a problem!? Well news flash Mrs. President, not everyone can be as perfect as you Iâm terribly sorry!â
Her eyes widened, she nor Akira had told anyone of their relationship and you could tell you hit a nerve. âEver since that night where you were the one who barged in without so much a word, youâve done nothing but cry to yourself and mope and now yourâre being rude and just saying what you want because youâre not getting your way?! You donât even have half of the responsibility I have!â
âYeah I wonder why?! I wonder why little mrs. does everything perfect, who aces school and leads the phantom thieves half the time because the leader is mute and doesnât say a fucking thing, had responsibilities! Iâm sorry being born into a wealthy family and every opportunity of success! And Iâm also so sorry for you getting the love of your life before youâve graduated! Iâm so sorry that your âresponsibilityâ counts and letting your boyfriendâs dick slide into you but Iâm really sorry because your sister is a nutcase and is the reason weâre in this fucking mess-! â
âShut your fucking mouth!â She stamped her foot on the floor. âIf youâre going to act like that then just leave, go get out of here- I donât care about you or if you get killed in here or even if youâre a phantom thief just go! Get the hell out of my face! Never ever come back here again!â
The remaining thieves stood in shock, too afraid of Makoto or the situation to do anything.
âFine.â You spat, opening the door and turning to wave in mocked flourished. âGood fucking bye.â you slammed the door, ran out of the palace alone, hit the ground of the real world running and didnât stop until you collapsed.
---
You withdrew from the phantom thieves that day, not caring if you got caught or not, no if they succeeded with the treasure or not. You knew they had a plan for Goro, and that they didnât trust him but no one decided to tell you much ever since you backed away from them all.Â
Weeks passed, anger slowly, yet surely dulled then faded, realizing how alone your life was, how cold and lifeless it was.
Bitterness, and guilt, for the things you said and the ones you didnât say. You didnât even tell Akira a proper apology or so much as looked at him as you left, and would probably never see him again.
The months grew cold, you threw up blood and flowers daily, as your world and everyone elseâs ticked closer to the end.
The day before it all changed, before the new world, you laid half dead, caked in dried blood and teary eyes, sorry for everything that had happened, for the future that was never there.
You whispered your loveâs name, a petal passing through your lips as you slipped into the dark void.
.
.
.
.
You were awake for a month now, the surgery to remove the flowers being a success.
Though with it, came with the price of forgetting, forever.Â
Whatever you did forget though, will be a mystery, as you had no memory of anyone or anything to worry about.
So, you went to School, as the crime rate was raised to the maximum, and the phantom thieves grew more and more popular, you wondered what would happen next, if youâd fall in love again or if youâd just go about the rest of your life, living with no memory of regret.
The phantom thieves grew more famous and corrupt, you continued your daily life, without them.Â
The two of you headed in vastly opposite directions, traveling to opposite ends of the universe.
The memories tiny tiny planets, millions of light years away and the people rocketships going in oppssite directions.Â
With each passing day they grew farther and farther, until you could no longer see or touch them any longer.
And thatâs the way it stayed, for the rest of your life.
Just a fun little idea I had, sorry again for the lack of imagines, I might have to go on a haitus because Iâm not motivated to write.
-Mod Goro
Akira Kurusu was devilish.
Not to quote superhero animeâs, but during the day he was a not-so-normal-on-parole student who had the ability to sense dangerous intent from the teachers throwing chalk at him while at night he was the luxurious, dapper and practically dripping with arousal Joker. Hell, even his name emitted shivers.
âJoker.â Mona purred, from some direction as the man himself was driving the van through the depts of mementos, the rest of the phantom thieves loaded in the back.
âWhat is it?â Joker asked, one hand on the wheel and the other propped on the sill of the open window.
âWhen are we gonna break for dinner...? Iâm starving....just because Iâm a car doesnât mean I donât get hungry....â He whined.
âWe ainât got any tuna for you cat, I hope youâre happy with cold curry and coffee.â Ryuji grumbled, from his seat at shotgun.
âRrrggghhh...â Mona grumbled, sending the entire car into an annoyed state.
âOh quit whinning you two weâve only been in here for 2 hours.â Ann huffed, Makoto, shook her head, âWhat did I expect.â
Akira calmed the beginning feud between the two boys.âAlright, weâll stop the next safe spot we can get.â
He drove the car to the next platform. Mona de-transformed with a twist, shaking his fur off afterwards.
âAhh...that feels so good....â he purred, arching his back.
Akira dug into his bag, tossing a salivating Ryuji a pre-wrapped hamburger, Yusuke a bag of chips and taking out other various items, the groups sitting against the wall in a half circle and eating.
Ryuji was finished his burger within a minute, grasping his stomach in pain. âAh god...I should have ate slower....â he hissed out through the pain.
âWhat did I tell you...â Panther shook her head, munching on some fries.
âYou just swallowed some air, just relax and youâll be fine!â Haru diagnosed, using chopsticks to scoop grains of rice into her mouth as she sat cross-legged.
The next half hour was filled with idle chat combined with the whispers from Mementos and the guttural groans from Ryuji in pain.
Akira packed up the leftover containers and trash, letting everyone take a breather before Mona transformed and everyone hopped back in, the next half hour was spent driving over shadows and quickly scooping up loot that was lying on the sides of the road.
Sorry for the long ass break, I canât believe this took so longÂ
-mod goro
Btw! you might wanna listen to this song, while listening if you can, specifically when hangng out with Ryuji and Akira. Enjoy~
Your phone buzzed twice, echoed by the chime of Futabaâs phone. She placed down her controller, pausing the game the two of you were playing simultaneously.Â
âDid Makoto just send a message to the group chat?â She asked, laying on her back, her orange hair fanning out.Â
âYeah.â You opened the group chat and your heart skipped a beat at the name.
Makoto: I got a message from Akechi-kun.
Makoto: He wants us to gather at Leblanc tomorrow after school.
âWhat!?â Futaba in real life said, sitting up and furiously tapping.Â
Instantly everyone was typing at once, but Futaba, (being the most skilled a this sort of thing, responded first.Â
Futaba: Who does he think he is, trying to boss us around like that!?
Though Haru wasnât the best with technology she kept her texts short and to the point.
Haru: Tomorrow...? Thatâs sudden.
Yusuke: This is directly after the reward announcement. There must be a calculated reason for this too.
You: ^^Â
Ann: Weâll be okay right?
Akira: Weâll manage.Â
Haru: Yeah weâre going to overcome this, together.
Makoto: Regardless, I donât want anyone disturbing our pace anymore.Â
Makoto: Letâs go about this calmly. Well, see you all tomorrow.Â
It didnât seem like Ryuji saw the news yet, either that or he didnât have the words to deal with Akechi. You put your phone down.
âThat Akechi....â Futaba muttered, rolling off of her bed to slide into her computer chair. âAlways...high and mighty.â She continued to mumble things under her breath, typing away furiously into her computer.Â
Your phone buzzed, again, once from Akechi and another from Ryuji.
Akechi: I assumed you heard the news from Niijima-san yes?
Akechi: Ah, Makoto Niijima that is.
You: Yeah, guess Iâll be seeing you tomorrow.Â
Akechi: Yes, just wanted to let you know, Iâll see you tomorrow.
You: One more thing, Akechi
Akechi: Yes?
You: Whatâs your deal? What does this mean?
Akechi: Iâm certain youâll find that out tomorrow.
He was offline, you didnât bother trying to get more out of him. You sighed, Akechi was difficult, first calling you out as a phantom thief and then going about pretending things were okay between you two. You had wanted for the two of you to be friends, not for him to just use you to accomplish his task, whatever it was. Was he good or was he bad? Did he really believe that much in his sense of justice to overlook them or not. Or perhaps he had a different motive, and everything youâd been working up to was just for him to use you as a stepping stone.
The only thing you could conclude in the end was that you didnât know anything about Goro Akechi, the man that you-
Ryuji was texting you non-stop, thirteen messages and counting.Â
Ryuji: (name)
Ryuji: (name)
Ryuji: (name)
You: why are you writing ânameâ over and over?
Ryuji: Something Futaba taught me, if ya put it like (name) the person reading it will automatically put in their own name
Ryuji: Please tell me you said your name reading itÂ
You: NoÂ
Ryuji: AwÂ
You: Whatâs up, why the need for 30 texts?
Ryuji: I need and 2 do somethin, can you meet up?
You: Itâs almost 10 and thereâs school tomorrow.
Ryuji: Skip.
You: I never said no
You: ofc i wanna go, letâs do this
You: i wont be able to go to school with the whole akechi thing.
Ryuji: Yeah thatâs why I wanna get out, youâre at Futabaâs right? Can she come with?
You: Idk
âFutaba wanna hang out with Ryuji and me?â
She spun around in her chair, stopping the clicking of her keys. âLike now? Itâs 10-â
âYeah we know, thatâs the whole point.â
She bit her lip, âNot to be rude but, I donât think Iâm ready to handle sneaking out at night and being with friends, sorry.â She paused. âTake Akira with you though, Iâll cover for all of you, itâs the least I can do.â
You texted Akira.Â
You: Get your ass up weâre picking u up in 10.
Akira: but, morgana
You didnât even bother to question the fact that he was on board already. It was just the inner rebel in him.Â
âFutaba can you watch morgana for the night?â
âYeah, sure.â
You: Send him over to Futabaâs. And be ready !
Now back to Ryuji
You: Ryuji meet at Leblanc in like idk 10 or 20
Ryuji: Iâll make it in 5.
You: Bet.
You shut your phone off, grabbing your stuff and heading for the door. âThanks, Futaba.âÂ
She waved her hand, not once turning away from her screen. âYou owe me one.â
You crept down the stairs, noticing Sojiro passed out on the couch with the T.V on. You were pulling your shoes on when the door opened and Morgana padded in.
âIs futaba upstairs?â
âYeah.âÂ
âI know you guys are doing, I wouldnât do - if thereâs ever a time not to draw suspicion on us itâs now.â
You pursed your lips, you knew morgana was right. With 30 million yen for your heads and potential death awaiting if you messed up.
âI need to act like a normal person for one night at least. Especially since.â
Akechi. Your charming knight Akechi that you want more than anything to just grab with your hands and-
Morganaâs fur bristled, he knew he couldnât bring himself to dampen your spirits even further.
âJust...be safe.â He walked past you, tail swishing as he climbed up of the stairs.
You threw on a coat, hoping you wouldnât have to break that promise as you slipped out into the night.
---
Half an hour later you, Ryuji and Akira were walking by the fishing under streetlight. The moon cast beams of light to reflect off of the water, neon hazes from the distance were seen over top of buildings as all of Tokyo seemed to be quiet. Akira and Ryuji pushed together a makeshift table with various crates as the three of you sat down to talk.
âArg stupid effin fish!â Ryuji cursed, reeling in his line for the umpteenth time, bait gone, no fish.
Akira had his hand in his palm, trying not to laugh, failing as he shoulders shook with each time Ryuji came up empty handed.Â
Finally Ryuji stomped off, angrily putting his rod away before nearly falling off of the crate as he sat back down. âWhy do I have the worst luck?â
âItâs all about patience.â you softly spoke, holding your fishing rod between your thighs.Â
âWell I donât have any, and if I did I wouldnât spend it on amphibians.â
âFish arenât amphibians, theyâre just fish.â
Ryuji reddened, cursing as Akira snorted. His line bobbed, and he picked up his rod, reeling in a treasure trout.Â
Ryujiâs eye twitched, you whistled. âIs that lunch for tomorrow?â
âIâll salt it then give it to Akechi when he comes over.â Akira smiled, yet unhooked the fish and threw it back in.Â
Ryuji had a wicked grin on his face, the idea of Akechiâs refined palate smelling day or week old wish, nose curling in disgust, was enough to make him cheer up.Â
âAhh, but speaking of Akechi.â Ryuji propped his leg up, his bad one. âThat bastardsâ coming over tomorrow yeah.â
âDonât remind me.â You sighed.
âWhat? I thought you of all people would be happy yeah?â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âWell Iâm just saying heâs your boyfrien- oi, hey!â Ryuji put his arms up in defense as you threw leftover dirt in the Styrofoam bait container at him. He scuttled off of his crate, shaking dirt from him.Â
âAh fuck- dammit itâs down my shirt!â
You shook your head, flustered, Akira was just laughing.Â
âWant to get mulch down your shirt as well Akira?â
âYou wouldnât.â
âI would- but I just ran out using it on him.â You guested to Ryuji who was knelt down by the edge scooping water in his hands.Â
âOkay okay, Iâm sorry.â The blond reclaimed his plastic seat, putting his arms up in truce. âYou two are so buddy buddy though, Haru thought the two of you were dating when she first joined.â
âIâve just known Akechi for a while, thatâs all.â You huffed, âHeâs not romantically attracted to me anyways.â
âMhhm thatâs what the always sa- â He stopped mid sentence, seeing you getting into attack mode again.Â
âWhere did you meet Akechi anyways?â He asked, too curious to let the topic slide.
âYou donât know?â Akira asked, suprised.
âNah, just always assumed they got to know each-other through business shit like Makoto inviting him to the festival, until I found out youâve known each-other longer.â
âIt was one of his first times being on T.Vâ You said, knowing youâd be here all night if you didnât say so otherwise. âBefore any of this âPrince Detectiveâ shit was happening. I was working part-time assisting with tasks, getting water, food, making sure papers were in order. Normally workers like me wouldnât be allowed to talk to a person like him but after he kept coming back he started talking to me. Though I guess it was just to be nice, I donât know...since I worked there he requested my number and I wasnât in a position to say no.â
âRomantic.â Ryuji mocked . âLove at first sigh.â He absolutely detested Akechi, and was always salty whenever time was taken from you to talk to him. He was just protective, you had basically been the first one to help Ryuji out at Shujin, it was understandable that he had wanted to protect you.Â
âOh lay off Ryuji,â Akira reeled his line in, packing it away before turning to you âAnd I think he has the right to dirty talk Akechi, seeing as heâs in the middle of blackmailing us - weâre all a little frazzled after this week.â
He stacked his tackle box away, leaving you to bite your lip. âDo you think the reward announcement was caused by Akechi?â You asked your leader, he didnât even freeze in his movements,kicking the crates back together in a clump. âI donât think he caused it, but itâs suspicious.âÂ
âObviously,â Ryuji mumbled.
âCome on,â Akira nodded towards the exit, âLetâs get something to eat.â
âPlease donât let it be Big Bang Burger.â Ryuji groaned.Â
âAfter Haru? No.â Akira furrowed his brow, dropping off his fishing gear at the entrance, thanking the man before jogging to meet up with the two of your.â
âLetâs go to Mc Donald's.â
----
The time on your phone read 12:34 am, just as Ryuji set down one (of two) trays of food.Â
âOh man,â he moaned, rubbing his hands, âThis looks so good.â
Akira sat down next, opposite to you and beside Ryuji in the booth, carrying the next tray.Â
You blinked, â...What exactly did you get-â
âProbably a quarter of the whole menu.â
âJesus Christ-!â
âWeâre teenagers, itâs past midnight and weâre the only people in this restaurant, of course weâre gonna get a shit-ton of food!âÂ
âI trusted you guys and youâve back stabbed me.â Your voice was laced with sarcasm, a bit of glee and adrenaline rushing through you at the spread of food.
âSo as they say in France- Bon Apetite.â Ryuji clapped his hands together, before diving in and gobbling down a big mac.
Akira himself opened up a cheeseburger, eating slowly and maliciously, even though he could probably eat 4 burgers at once (Youâve seen him do it himself before.)
You shook your head, beginning to eat as well.Â
âOh right, has Mishima texted ya, dude?â ryuji asked, though bites of meat. âYâknow, about the whole announcement thing?âÂ
âYeah, he hasnât stopped.â Akira sighed. âI had to mute my phone just to get some peace.â
âSometimes I worry, it seems like Mishima is more invested in the phantom thieves than the phantom thieves are themselves.â
Akira shrugged, Ryuji nodded in agreement. âMishima man, mishima.âÂ
âYou do have to give him credit- heâs a good person with good intentions, and usually, reliable.â
âUness itâs dealing with anyone of the opposite sex or maids.â Ryuji snickered.
âMaids?â You questioned, reaching over to take a brownie from a bag.
âOh, fuck, uh.â Ryuji turned to Akira for help, who immediately threw him under the bus. âYour fault, your turn to tell the story.â
âNo itâs okay, I think... I have an idea.â Ryuji shuffled nervously, shoving the rest of his burger in his mouth while Akira gave a sheepish smile.
âThereâs a difference between the meaning âboys will be boysâ and sexual desire.â not that youâd think theyâd do anything non-consensual, but youâd be damned if they didnât have those thoughts. âSpeaking of which howâs the relationship going for you Akira?â
âImagine that, the student council president and the criminal on probation boneninâ.â Ryuji smiled, nudging the male next to him with his shoulder.Â
Akira rolled his eyes, yet smiled as he slipped three fries (with no ketchup, âHow do you not like Ketchup dude?!â Ryuji had shouted in agony) âItâs good, really good.â
âLike third base good? Or-â
âI think we should talk about this elsewhere, Ryujiâ he sighed.
âAw.â You pouted. While it did intrigue you, Makoto would flip if she found out, but at the same time there was no way she would ever tell the girls about the private sequences that occurred in the attic of LeBlanc.Â
The talk of relationships made your mind drift back to the thought of Goro, the chestnut brown hair, overflowing charisma that made butterflies pop up, not because you were charmed, but entranced with the show he put on for the public, and it made you want more.
You slapped the warm thought before it could grow, grinding up a fry between your teeth.
âWe havenât really shown any PDA, and apart from the occasional trips to the arcade or the spying secions on students- we donât go on dates.â
âSpeaking of which,â Ryuji interupted, âThat chick- eriko was it? Did you guys finally find prove that her âboyfriendâ was a sack of shit?â
Akira nodded, âYeah, a few weeks ago...it was that day actually that we got together.â though he didnât look happy about it, nor sad. You stared it at, entranced. He noticed you looking and twitched a bit.
âMan you just donât waste any time.â
âI canât really afford to, seeing as Iâm leaving next April.â
Ah, right.
A awlkward silence stretched out for a few seconds, no one wanting to even think about Akira leaving- or what would possibly happen to the Phantom Theives if this issue wasnât resolved by then.
âHey man, focus on the now, and the fact that weâre meeting with Goro Akechi tomorrow.â Ryuji finally said.
âYeah, sounds good man.â Akira smiled.
You let yourself get lost with their conversations, the three of you for once getting the chance to act like normal teenagers, the part of the day where you could forget about being a phantom thief and just worry about living. Not that you hated being a thief, it was just...well, shitty, how teenagers had to clean up the mess that adults made, it pissed you off.
By the time you guys decided to leave it the food was long gone, and the night darker than ever.Â
âItâll be daylight in a few hours.â Akira hummed, rubbing under his eyes, pushing his glasses up.
âYeah, donât really wanna go anywhere though.â Ryuji sighed.
âThe trains are closed for the night, our best bet is to just head back after this.âÂ
âYeah yeah, I know...doesnât change my mind though...âÂ
âYouâre the one half asleep Ryuji.â You laughed.
âMhhm ...yeah...â
âCome on.â Akira half dragged and half lead Ryuji out the door, discarding the trash as he went. âYou guys can rest at LeBlancâs until the sun comes up.
âSounds good to me.â You all stumbled through the glass door of Mc Donalds, and into the neon-lit streets of Tokyo.
The walk home was, very nice, to say the least. Everything seemed to be relaxing, soft glows from neon lights and streetlights guided you back through the winding streets and alleys. On the main roads there was the soft chatter of electronic music, a mix of calming jazzes and base thumping into your ears. It made you feel warm, and right, but there was a oddness to it, almost like the calm before a storm. You had a feeling why.
The wind kicked up, cooling your arms and ruffling your shirt, looking up the stars were invisible, the haze from the crowded city overpowering it. You stopped , the sight was oddly breathtaking.
You wanted Goro to be there, to hold your hand, to just smile and put hair behind his ear, hand clutching his briefcase or maybe not. You craved him.
Goro, Goro.
You wondered, if Akiraâs smile back in the dinner, had been similar to that of Goroâs.
I am working on asks believe me, im just been feeling,,,down lately and running another blog so iâve been busy or lazy, I do have something cool almost done though!~ featuring ryuji, akira and futaba, stay tuned!
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\i was looking back through my drafts and found this, I have no memory of writing this so, uh, yeah
-mod goro
âGo to bed.â
Your eye that isn't pressed up against the pillow shifts over to the boy laying next to you.
âYou've been on your phone for hours. I can tell your eyes are sore.â
Ok. Well they are, but sleep is for the weak.
âŚ...annnd your eyes are dropping again.
âNaw im...fineâŚ.â
Akira takes the phone from your hands, receiving a small âahâ from you. Â He sets it on the desk beside him, turning back and petting your hair. âsleep.â
âBut I don't wannaâŚ.â your eyes are closed already, body finally becoming exhausted.Akira rolls his eyes. Scooching close as you mumble incoherent things in your half sleep.
i didnât think i was gonna do asks today because of my mental state but then someone left a positive comment on my ao3 fic and weâre here now. just goes to show that i live breath and serve for praise
-mod goro
Akira Kurusu:
You loved Makoto with all your heart. She was caring for you and was there, female to female whenever you needed to talk.Â
Yet the fact that she seemed to be better in every aspect for your boyfriend drove a spear into your pride each time, guilt flushing over you each time afterwards.
Akira tackling her to save her from a pillar in Futabaâs palace (She was about to die you fucking bitch and youâre jealous over that?)
Or him helping her out as the student council president, (Sheâs busy and you certainly arenât as useful as her)
The dark thoughts even crept as far as wondering if she could please him better in bed. How sheâd use her mouth and-
Needless to say these thoughts made your more angry with yourself than anything.
When Akira found out well...he wasnât happy.
You donât think youâve ever seen him look so...disgruntled. Heâs asking if he didnât show you enough love or attention or if he wasnât acting the best he could, all of which you insisted wasnât the problem.
Heâs constantly telling you that he adores you, that he wouldnât want anyone, anyone else but you.
To prove it, he drags you up to his bed and presses you tightly against the sheets, with a ferocity and purpose that wasnât present before.
He kisses along your jaw, gripping you close to him as he whispers.
âLet me show you how much I love you.â
Ryuji Sakamoto:Â
Of course with how much Ann and Ryuji were around each-other, either in each-others faces or just the fact their lightweight personalities floated with one another, you were jealous of how close the two were.Â
If the definition of âclose was 50% of the time chewing the other one out
But when they did get along, they clicked so naturally, Ann waving him/ flipping him off as he tried to look up her skirt as she was stretched across the bench of Akiraâs room. Late night talks in Hawaii, both seeming comfortable with the other sharing the same sleeping area.Â
And Ann was beautiful, beautiful. For fucks sake she could get any guy (at least for a one night stand) because of her looks.
You were positive Ryuji would just fuck her if she asked.
Annnnd then you realized as he stopped eating his bowl of noodles that you said that last part out loud.
He drops his entire bowl, enraged, or, passionate?
âWhat the eff?! Iâd never babe! Iâm in a relationship with you aint I!?â
âSo you donât deny that youâd uh...have sexual intercourse with her?â
He wrinkled his nose, âDude sheâs hot yeah, attractive, I find a lot of girls attractive.â Ah here it goes, you really were right all along- âBut I love you.â
â...huh- but-â
âIâm sure you are not just attracted to me, Iâm sure you find a lot of guys, girls, whatever- hot! Itâs just the same for me!â He wiped his mouth, âWhat I mean is- yeah thereâs a lot of girls but youâre the one I love. The diamond that shines the prettiest. And Iâd never wanna do anything with another person, especially when Iâve got you.â
And just like that Ryuji has just said the most sweetest thing to you without realizing, take pictures because it wonât happen again. You gape at him for a few seconds.
âWhat did I...say somethin wrong?â
You pull him in quickly for a fast and strong and rough kiss, which he gets into, gripping the back of your head in the middle of a beef bowl shop.
âGuess I said all the right things.â
Yusuke Kitagawa:
With him always talking about the beauty of the human body, wanting to still paint Ann nude, or just talking about how âall women are his typeâ
Yeah hard to wonder why youâd ever feel like youâre less than average.
You didnât bring it up with him at first, not wanting to bring it up at all because you didnât want him to get caught up with your concerns.
It was an endless unhealthy cycle of growing rigid around him, then making excuses to not hang out with him and when you did feel more uncomfortable and avoid him less.
He was so clueless he eventually talked to Futaba about it.
âI believe s/o is slowly getting sick.â he murmured as she mashed the plastic buttons on her controller.Â
âWhy do you say that?â she mumbles back.
âTheyâre always unavailable when I ask for us to hang out and when Iâm with them she always seem distant whenever we do hang out.â
âDo you think maybe itâs because of how much you talk about the other girls.â
He blinks, confused, âWhy would she feel bad about that?â
Futaba put down her controller âOh Inari.â
And thus started an hour long argument about Futaba telling him that talking about nude women with his girlfriend would make them uncomfortable. Â
Later on that week Yusuke confronted you.
âS/o. I have to talk to you?â
âUm, sure?â
He gets straight to the point- telling you that he knows about your self esteem issues and all that.
He apologizes for running his mouth about....his artistic point of view.Â
He never intended to hurt you or to make you feel any less than what he thinks you are.
âYouâre the most beautiful person Iâve met, mentally and physically, and thatâs why I, a beautiful person, are dating and love you.â
He offers to make it up to you by hanging out with your more and praising you more and also offering to paint you nude.
Goro Akechi:
As a famous high school detective heâs constantly surrounded by media outlets and despite his hatred for it, heâs constantly asked about his love life and/ or asked about his opinion about other women.
With Akechiâs tendency to keep to himself and his fear of getting super close with people, it made you have doubts to say the least.Â
Youâd watch all of his interviews or sometimes if you were lucky, go to the recordings themselves, which he doesnât like.
For the longest time you never knew why, you just always assumed that he didn't want you being around because it threw him off his game or sometimes your mind went to worse places (he didnât need you, he was cheating on you)
His fan girls make things hard, always screaming and blushing and approaching him at every opportunity it makes your stomach churn.
And heâs always so so nice to them, never turning someone down and being like the prince he always is, how he always treats you.
It just makes you wonder how youâre supposed to know he loves you when he treats everyone with the same amount of affection.
One day you had made dinner for the two of you, when you got a call from Akechi saying he had a few things to do, so heâd be home late and you shouldnât wait up for him.
And so you ate alone, his words gnawing at you until he came home in the early morning.
You just had to ask him.
âDo you really need me.â
The look on his face is panicked at first, before he rubs it away. âWhy would you say that.â
âIt just...feels like you could like anyone, anyone. I know Iâm not nearly the best you can do, so why?â
He was tired and you felt guilty for keeping him up like this.
He kept it together at first, praising you and insisting with that fake smile that you were amazing.
âDonât give me that shit- donât tell me what youâre trained to do.â
His smile fell apart, like glass shattering and you felt horrible, but kept going.
âI want to know what youâre really feeling Akechi, I want to hear something thatâs true and what your heart thinks- I donât want you to always just be telling me what you think I want to hear, because I donât.â
He rubbed his eyes, realeasing a shaky breath. He took your hands into his gloved ones, then thinking better he removed his gloves before taking your hands again.
âI need you, I need you more than I can possibly put into words or more than you can possibly imagine.â His eyes were glassy, his gaze downcast as he spoke quietly. âI never wanted you to view me as anything but perfection, I always wanted you to see me at my best and for you to feel like youâre the best.â
âYouâre not forced to be anything around me, and I donât want you feeling youâre forced to be with me if you want someone else.â
âNo,â his voice strained and panicked. âI donât want you to leave.â
âI wonât, so long as you want me.â
âI do want you, I want you more than I...â He trailed off, you released one of your hands to turn his face up to look at you.
âAkechi- I want truth. I want the ups and downs and the good and bad of this relationship, I want to know your sorrows so I can help you, .â
He nodded, a hiccup in his throat. âI love you, thank you.â
It will take time to peel behind the mask of Goro Akechi, a lot of time and patience and at the end it might all just be cut short because of Akechiâs actions.
 So make the most, and take every opportunity and donât hesitate to believe, even himself, or a god doesnât believe in him. Â
Note the Akira in this is more similar to the Beta version of akira, but only slightly, Akira in this fic is Still mostly cannon Akira/ren.
Me looking at the 30ish other requests in the inbox: ...
Me, looking at this fic idea that Iâve been wanting to write for months: ,,,yesÂ
Also i spent wayyy to long just figuring out what the cafe and everything was gonna look like, whoops.
-mod goro
Akira sat in exasperation, reading the label of his frappuccino in the middle of âNew Treat Coffeeâ cafe tucked away in a backstreet of Shibuya. It wasnât his intention to come here, and if he needed coffee he always had Leblanc, the only reason he stepped foot in the multi-colored building was because of you. It was the same reason why he had something in his hand that had at least 10 toppings and 4 word alliterate name. Normally something like this would have shaken him, heâs used to warm browns, blacks and reds if heâs in the mood. So stepping into something that was exploding with tints of blues, pinks and yellows. He assumed the ânew treatâ in ânew treat coffeeâ refereed to the fact that they sold frozen yogurt, organic veggies, soups, club sandwiches, it was like someone mixed a family diner with a Starbucks, if Starbucks happened to be a vegetarian, but only on the frozen yogurt.
All in all, it was an odd place in Akiraâs mind, but he could see how you admired it.
Though he wasnât fond of shying behind you, especially when it came to ordering food, every item on the menu was coded (A chocolate chip cookie was called a âChewy Chocolate Circumferenceâ) So he let you ordered for the two of you.Â
You returned back to his table just as he took a sip of his drink, choking in surprise as it tasted of chocolate and peppermint.
âHey this is- spearmint? And Chocolate- but the label says coffee-â
You giggled as his cheeks flushed. âYou really need to drink more than just black coffee, Akira.âÂ
âI would except Sojiro thinks spending even a penny on another cafe is betrayal.â
âThen Iâll pay.â
âNot a chance.â
Now it was your turn to sheepishly smile and flush, rubbing your thumb against his hand. Soft sounds of ambient music thumped throughout the room, sat by the window was a fountain that trickled water through itâs spout. Akira was so out of place here but heâd do it again and again to be able to hold your hand and see you smile.Â
âWell youâre too late, I already paid, I have to pay sometimes, Akira.â
âWhat can I say? I enjoy spoiling you.â he smirked when your smile curled upwards further. It just fueled him to do it even more.Â
âHere.â You cleared your throat, handing him a paper bag with the storeâs logo on it. âTry this.â
âWhat is-â He slid the pastry from the bag onto a ceramic plate, staring at it. âThis will give me diabetes with one biteâ he mused, flicking some of the crystal sugar, and powdered sugar, and caramel, from the pastry, causing sugar to flake everywhere on his plate.
âYou donât have to eat it if you donât like it.â
âHave you seen me eat before, babe? Specifically at big bang burger.â He teased, thinking back fondly of when him and Ryuji tried it together, you recording the whole thing- Ryuji will never live that day down.âIâve got a stomach of a horse, or better yet a kelpie.â
Ahh persona metaverse jokes, harmless ones that at least didnât touch the topic of how the police would have your heads if they ever found out- no more coffee shops, no more 4-worded drinks and no more sugar X3 pastries.Â
Thatâs something he wonât allow, he promises himself as he takes a bite only to regret it.Â
âFuck thatâs sweet.â He takes a sip of his drink, only to regret it further. âArg- is there anything here that isnât coated in sugar?â
âFrozen yogurt, sandwiches and soup?â You offer.Â
Then why didnât you get me those..? he thinks to himself. Only to realize this is you.Â
Sweet like the food you eat, soft like the colors you like and cotton cardigans that rub against the tips of your fingers as you hug him. Your world isnât bitter coffee, plastic-crate beds and meaty burgers.Â
And itâs not to say that your pastel, soft tastes means you have a soft, easy life, he knows better than anyone. But the desire to paint the world in a softer light to sooth your heart spreads, contagious to those hardened like his. His tastes are more leather chewing and silky black aesthetics, to match the darker type of world and personality he hides. Yet itâs touched, by his own pastel, the greatest one he could have- you.
âYou know,â he sighs, âI really am in love with you.â
And when you turn a different shade of red, and when you whisper those words back to him over and over, itâs then he realizes that heâs got color spreading throughout him, painting his black soul with patches of pink and blue.
He pulls you closer, so that you can taste the sugar on his lips and the peppermint on his tongue. Your touch on his arm making his blood flow, his heart race, his whole body melting like fondue.
He loves the colors youâve injected him with, the thoughts you leave him with at night and the anchor youâve thrown in his heart, making you a permanent resident.Â
His little sun that shines brighter than he-Â messy haired, black glasses, red gloved joker is nothing like his sun. But he needs the sun to survive, and heâs lucky enough to be holding his lemon-colored sun by him, and even luckier to have the sun want him back.
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If you don't mind could you do b, d, and k for Mishima and Yusuke? (If you only do one I would like it to be Mishima) Thanks in advance!
Iâm so sorry this is like 200 years late Mod fox helped me with this oneÂ
-mod goro
Mishima Yuuki
B- Body part ( Favorite body part of theirâs and their partnerâs)
Boobs/ Nipples on his partners and his fav body part on himself is probably his dick. He thinks his dick is a gift from god.
D- Dirty secret ( A dirty secret of theirâs)
Has jacked off to the thought of his teacher during school in a bathroom.
K- Kinks ( One or more of their kinks)
Heâs into dominatrix/ slave and master relationships in the bedroom. Preferably with him being a slave.Â
Yusuke Kitagawa
B- Body part ( Favorite body part of theirâs and their partnerâs)
Everything? He loves your wrists and thighs and hips. But if he has to be spefic he really likes your cleavage because he can rest his head in it and be so close and hear your breathing and heartbeat.
D- Dirty secret ( A dirty secret of theirâs)
Can and will jack off to his own art. Draws his own porn sometimes, when he was still living with Madareme he jacked off when he was home.Â
K- Kinks ( One or more of their kinks)
Watching his s/o masturbate and traditional Japanese bondage with the red rope and all of thatÂ
I apologize for how long it took me to thank you.. I want to say thank you so much for my match up, I enjoyed reading it and I could see how much thought and work you put into it. It made me really happy to read it. Also, Iâm sorry I didnât put what my sexuality was, honestly, Iâm not really sure what it is. Iâm fine with being with either gender, trans, etc, but since Iâve never dated, I donât know if thatâs enough to call me bi, or bi-curious, etc. I'm sorry if that made things difficult.
Ahhh ! No itâs okay that you didnât specify your sexual orientation! I was just letting you know I matched you with a male an female just to be on the safe side. Iâm really glad you enjoyed your matchup. I live for praise like a detective we all know So thank you thank you thank you.
-mod goroÂ
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