Fists of Justice

    Despite the cold weather, the priestess wouldn’t let it stop her from her studies (nor her planned academic session with Ann). She stuck one hand in her coat pocket and used her free one to wave to her friend. Perhaps her proposal wasn’t the most exciting, but nonetheless, Makoto was keen on the Phantom Thieves keeping up with their schooling.

He   had   spent   most   of   class   staring   out   the   window,   watching   the   snow   fall   instead   of   actually   pay   attention   in   class.   (   which   caused   him   to   be   called   on   unprompted,   but   he   still   knew   the   answer   to   the   question   )   The   last   thing   he   expected   was   the   class   president   to   walk   into   his   classroom   and   talk   to   him   so   forwardly,   even   if   most   of   the   school   was   aware   of   their   friendship   at   this   point   it   still   had   a   way   of   catching   him   off   guard.

❝ No   problem, ❞   He   didn’t   have   any   real   plans   after   school   that   day,   he   was   going   to   catch   up   on   some   studying   even   if   exam   season   was   over   //   HE   HAD   TO   STAY   AHEAD   OF   THE   CLASS.   Feeling   like   he   had   to   prove   himself   to   his   peers   was   an   added   ‘bonus’   of   his   reputation.   ❝ Fine   with   me.   I’m   free   all   afternoon. ❞  

    Perhaps her intrusion in the classroom was unwarranted, granting the brunette occasional glares from his classmates. The president had walked past them with her usual queenly aura. She was expecting this (especially given her status within the school), but it wasn’t anything new to her. “I see. That’s a relief.” One hand gripped tightly onto her bag while the other held a filled notebook-- Despite the exams finishing, it also meant her supplies were packed to the brim.

It was cold, alright… too cold, in the opinion of the Agi-user that hurriedly strode in the direction of the train station. Even if she was uncomfortable, though, Ann still smiled brightly at the sight of the Priestess that waited for her. Oh thank God that Makoto’s disciplined ways included punctuality–that meant she wouldn’t have to spend a moment longer in the cooler weather. A stray prayer was sent toward a return to warmer temperatures before returning that wave, her hand quick to delve back into her pocket where it was warmer.

“Oh, don’t worry about me! I’ll be fine.”

…once they got moving, at any rate. The Lovers refused to allow her discomfort to show, choosing instead to focus on that list that the Priestess produced with keen interest. Ah, decorations–Ann’s smile grew at the thought of tinsel and twinkling lights. She nodded as she stepped closer to better look at the neat handwriting once it became visible.

“Absolutely! I know where to start. There’s a shop nearby that’d be the perfect place.”

    The priestess couldn’t help and smile at the sight of the lovers own-- Ann’s smile always seemed to be full of genuine emotion, one in which the president couldn’t help and admire. At the affirmation of her proposal, Makoto nodded her head in turn and tugged on the sleeves of her jacket as a means of pulling them down closer to her hands. She wasn’t that bothered by the cold per-say, but she’d admit that it was rather chilly.

    “I thought you’d be the right person to go to,” she said with a gracious smile and giggle. “That’s great. Something simple might be nice-- Even a small little tree and some lights. Let’s get going, then.” With that, the priestess inched closer towards Ann and began walking side-by-side with the other girl. She was no interior decorator, but nonetheless, she had no doubts that she would have an enjoyable time with her. Somehow, the idea of hanging lights and buying ornaments felt very heartwarming.

[ Text to: Makoto ] Never too busy for you.

[ Text to: Makoto ] I’ll be there asap.

In truth; until Makoto had texted? He had been resting in his bed with the heater cranked up high while he watched snowflakes drift down from outside of his window. Akira really hadn’t planned on moving until he had gotten her text; and after getting ready and spending some time preparing travel cups? ( hot chocolate is a necessary part of the winter experience. he’ll swear up and down that it is.  )  It was easy enough to make his way over to the subway; snow crunching beneath his feet as he did so 

It had been a relatively quiet train ride and uncrowded at that too; Akira thanking his lucky stars that most people were staying indoors thanks to the snow. Of course; when he sees that familiar head of brown hair, he sneaks up behind her and covers her eyes with his hands.

“Guess who?”

    She figured the response would be as such-- Makoto smiled down at her phone at the reply, bundling herself up at the station to keep warm. Although she very much enjoyed a warm drink with a book on cold days, there held a certain charm towards walking outdoors amidst the snow. Red irises widened at the surprise gesture (cheeks glistening pink), letting out a laugh in turn.

Various Starters

    “Life has no textbook definition, hm?” A giggle left the president’s lips at her own statement– Haru’s words certainly were true. Life was to be full of decisions, certainly followed suit by either a positive or negative outcome. Makoto was the type to think through a decision before making it, however, that wasn’t to say she was a flawless being. No, even her choices wouldn’t always result in a desirable outcome. It was the way the world work and no amount of studying could change that.

Various Starters

    Compared to others, perhaps she wasn’t as expressive with her emotions as others (given the robotic nicknames she once had). She showed fear and worry when she couldn’t control said feeling, albeit only in certain circumstances. Even the previous her who followed orders blindly unconsciously held concern from that. Makoto wasn’t going to shake in worry from the thoughts within her mind, but it was true that bottling it up wasn’t something to be advocated.

Various Starters

    “That’s true. Perhaps.. Like a mask? There’s a lot of evil in this world-- I know this. That’s why.. I’d be turning a blind eye again if I were to make judgments based on appearances.” A metaphorical mask was easy to envision, only being removed within one’s own heart. Phantom Thieves aside, the mere concept of a change of heart surely held true in other degrees, as well.

Various Starters

    “I understand that logic. I suppose the same could be said for me-- With Shujin Academy matters and all. I can’t help and think back to earlier in the year.. Not that it’s of your concern, but it’s important to be honest with yourself. I don’t know what you’re referring to specifically, but.. I imagine the same can apply here, as well.” A confident answer given by the priestess as her gaze remained locked forward. From her comprehension, she had been in a similar position at one point. Makoto had grown tired of her own silence and obedience, that much she could say with conviction.