DANCE, CARMEN ! ᵃᵖ

He winced at every small touch with the pad that was placed on his wounds. Luckily, a lot of his wounds were mostly centered around his upper body and face. Yet, it also made it worse, because just through the recovering pain, just slightly moving his upper body in any way hurt him.He hated the fact that she knew him so well, he just wanted to suffer this pain in peace yet here they were. With him hearing a simple lecture about his bad habits.

“It’s the only damn thing I can do sometimes alright? ..Ya get used to just acting tough.” It was a sad truth he hated coming to terms with. For him, his life had always been to act out and be an outsider. He had no way to live a normal student life, it just wasn’t in the hand he was dealt. And for a while, he hated it, he hated that hand with every fiber of his being. Yet, thanks to the Phantom Thieves, he came to grow use to the hand..And even come to terms with it.

“I mean, ya could of. Yet here we are..I’m sure my ma will get more curious about the bandages then the actual wounds ya know?”

His mom knew he got into fights, after all the apple didn’t really fall too far from the tree in his case. Though when he heard her say he didn’t have to take it all on his own anymore, a small sigh escaped his lips. He knew that, yet, it was so hard for him to process that information.

“I effing know alright? Just…ain’t used to it.”

     SHE WAS ALMOST DONE TENDING TO HIS WOUNDS, or at least -- the ones on his face and arms. Ann hated to see him wincing in pain, but she hated the thought of his wounds getting infected even more. “ Are there any on your torso ?? ” Ann hadn’t actually checked yet ( the thought alone caused her to blush a little ) She didn’t want to ask him to take off his shirt unless he absolutely had to. He was already in pain as is, and even just moving those muscles could put him in even more pain. 

     You get used to acting tough, his words echo in her head. “ But it’s not the only thing you can do anymore ... ” Words are spoken in a soft, yet serious tone -- the room seems to go quiet for a moment after she speaks. It wasn’t like he was the only one who was used to acting tough for the sake of others, SHE WAS TOO. Everything she had to endure with Kamoshida ... all the pervy comments and looks ( and that wasn’t even the worst of it. ) Ann knew how hard it was. 

     A sniffle can then be heard, and Ann wipes her eyes with her free hand. It was hard to fall out of habit and a part of Ann knew that Ryuji wasn’t acting all on his own on PURPOSE, but out of habit. When you’re used to being by yourself, it can be hard to see others that are willing to help. “ I just ... don’t want anything to happen to you Ryuji ... you could have DIED !! ” Ann can’t bring herself to look at him right now, she’s already on the verge of tears. 

smooches !!

                                        …because mine is running out of time.

     THE SHADOWS WERE STRONG, AND THEY WERE OUTNUMBERED. The thieves thought for what felt like hours in a ( mostly ) successful attempt to ward off the shadows surrounding them. Panther was running out of stamina, her chest felt heavy, she was losing footing the room felt like it was spinning. Even her abilities were starting to fizzle, what would have normally been a great fire was instead just a spark. Just how long had they been fighting ?? She was used to ambushes but never anything like this. At this rate, she wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to last. 

     Over time the shadows would start to dwindle, and there was still hope. If they could get through an onslaught of enemies like this, they could get through anything. Unfortunately, it looked like she was getting too hopeful too soon. She was hit by an enemies ice attack, knocking her on her feet. Ann lets out a harsh cough and there’s blood, her head is pounding and it’s hard for her to get back on her feet. Before she’s even able to properly get back on her feet she’s body slammed by shadow, knocking HER into Yusuke, and knocking BOTH of them into a wall.  

“A cash prize…” His eyes grew wide at the prospect. Yusuke hated how money was a motivator for him- but it was much more survival than greed.

“I… suppose I could help you. I don’t promise any results, of course, but if it’s what you want to do, then I think it would be fun to collaborate.”

          “ It’s more about having fun than winning anyway ---- ”

     AT LEAST, THAT WAS HOW SHE SAW IT, while she was still going to give it her all ( and the prize money would be great ) she didn’t mind if she won or lost in the end. 

smooches || accepting !! 

                                                    …good morning.

     THERE WAS NO BETTER FEELING THAN waking up in the arms of someone you LOVED. Ann is groggy, light shines in from the curtains that they both ( unfortunately ) forgot to close the night before. A groan is made, the blonde rubs her eyes and stretches slightly – she glances down at the still sleeping Ryuji. It would take much more than a little sunlight to wake him up ( honestly, there were times that she thought that he could sleep though ANYTHING, it was actually quite impressive. )

     Ann does not wake him yet, she lets out a soft exhale – fingers move to delicately run through his hair. Her touch is soft, it’s gentle, while they tend to BICKER while in front of the others, when they’re alone it’s much softer, aimless bickering is exchanged for warm embraces and kisses ( or at least, most of the time. ) But that’s just how they are — the bickering will never REALLY go away. But that doesn’t mean they don’t love each other, because they do.

     Glancing over to the clock on the nightstand she decides it’s about time to finally wake him up. Some mornings are met with a pillow to the face ( by whoever wakes up first, which inevitably turns into a pillow fight that goes on MUCH LONGER than it really should ) other mornings are met with a kiss —- and that would be how THIS morning would begin. Ann takes a moment to push back any stray hairs in her face before she leans down towards her sleeping boyfriend. 

     Cheeks grow red —- they always do, her cheeks still get just as red as they did the first time they kissed. ( It was awkward and sloppy, she doesn’t like to talk about it but it’s still a fond memory for her. ) She finally places her lips on his, a hand moving to cup his cheek, it takes a few moments before he finally wakes up but when he did he puts his arms around her and kisses her back. Her heart still flutters when she kisses him, it’s embarrassing so she won’t tell him but it does. 

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                   a     confiscated   phone     could be       a       problem       for them…       considering     the need for communication at   any   given moment     after   school                 although,       he supposed since he was in her class, it made things   simpler   for     designated     meetups.               how…           inconvenient.

                  “   end   of   the   week?   ”       he   emphasized   the given time with a faint sense of disbelief.       he’s   grateful   to have not been caught using his phone…       yet.       “  i   guess   we’ll   just   have   to   go   to   the   palace   without   you…       since   we   can’t   text   you   when   we’re   going   to   meet   up…   ”       he teased   thoughtlessly   in EXAGGERATION             figuring   that was   unlikely,       but he amused himself     nonetheless.

                … except.       here he is       contemplating,     &&     in deep enough thought that eyes were pried away to look   downwards,   gaze holding   no direction.       lip pressed against with a finger…     “    hm…   ”        he’d return to meet eye level with her, a certain sense of   vehemence   following.       “   is   it       too   bold,     a   move…   to         “ steal it ”       back?   ”        obviously,       he could have   no   direct   correlation…       but they were   thieves,       right?               (   but   maybe   it doesn’t work in     this     context…   )

    SHE’D BE LYING IF SHE SAID SHE WASN’T WORRIED, the phone was ON when it was taken from her ------ she had a password on her phone so no one could read their CHAT LOGS, but any incoming group texts could be fair game. ( She’d have to HOPE that no one brought up any Phantom Thief business while her phone was confiscated. )

         “ Yeah ... I can’t believe they take them for that long !! ”

    It had only been her first time getting caught with it out too !! She’d have to be much more careful with it in the future. She gives him a look of shock when he tells her that she’d just have to STAY BEHIND next time they went into a palace ----- she was sure he was just teasing, but she still didn’t like the idea.

         “ If it came to it, couldn’t you just ... let me know here ?? ”

    It could be an INCONVENIENCE, and they could never really know WHO was listening in on them. But she’d rather that then have the Phantom Thieves be without a member. While Ann wasn’t sure what to do, Akira looked like he was deep in thought. She could only assume that he was trying to think of a way out of this mess. When he first told her the idea she wasn’t sure how to reply ---- steal it back ?? It was a crazy idea ... and who knows what would happen if they got caught.

                                But was there really anything else they could do ??