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[Unsurprisingly, Minato's words hadn't provided any reassurance whatsoever. It wasn't like he had time to explain why he was about to pull the trigger, let alone anything about the Dark Hour. Minato didn't hold anything against him -- Mitsuru and Junpei had explained that newcomers to the Dark Hour were often disoriented and forgetful, so this reaction wasn't unexpected...]

[Still, his insistence on "bouncing" before the Shadows were defeated was a bit concerning. He might have tried to talk him out of it, were he not engaged in an impromptu battle.]

[As he pulled the trigger, he heard a frightened yelp behind him; sure, watching someone point a gun at themselves would freak anyone out, but this seemed like a deeper issue. He had mentioned how much gunshots hurt, then vaguely mentioned a gun-wielder he'd previously trusted...trauma recognize trauma. It was the main reason he'd focused on that after eliminating the Shadows, even though an explanation was technically more important.]

[Minato shoved his hands in his pockets, waiting for the headphoned kid to calm down before he said anything more. Sitting there in absolute silence while the other kid screamed into his hands was kind of awkward, though...not like he had much of a choice. There wasn't anything he could say to make this easier ( as far as he knew ). It was tough to console someone about the Dark Hour when he hadn't experienced this sheer terror about it himself.]

[Finally, the other kid settled down just enough to ask Minato what was happening here; he again suggested that he might have died before, but now wasn't the time to press him on more information.]

❝ Right now, we're both experiencing the Dark Hour. It's a hidden hour of time that happens every night at midnight. ❞ [That was pretty close to the explanation he'd been given, right?] ❝ Those monsters earlier were Shadows. Only Persona-users can fight them. The gun I used before isn't actually a gun -- it's an evoker, which helps Persona-users summon their Personas. Which are, like... ❞ [Minato paused; it had been explained to him a dozen times over, but it was difficult to translate that information to a newcomer.] ❝ ...masks. They're another side of you that comes around to face hardships. ❞

He held his arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to appear indifferent as the situation was finally explained to him a bit more. He was definitely annoyed and frustrated enough to do so regardless, but it was mostly an excuse to self-soothe in a way that still made him look aloof and disinterested- a well practiced defensive tactic that he'd honed over the course of his fifteen years.

Were this only a few months prior, he would have scoffed at the idea of some secret twenty-fifth hour of the day that only a minority of the population could perceive. It sounded ridiculous- like something straight out of a RPGMaker horror game- but after the Game and its lingering affects on him, it was almost sad at how quick he was to accept the entire concept at face value. It made a weird kind of sense to him. This whole 'persona' thing was sort of like this guy's psych, the gun was like the pin that let him use it, and the 'shadows' were kind of like Noise.

"All right." He stated after a few moments with a small shrug. This wasn't the UG but it was UG adjacent from what he understood, so he'd mark this whole thing down as another unfortunate and overall unwelcome side effect from his three week stint in the afterlife. He had technically lost that last Game with Joshua- maybe this was all was some sort of fucked up punishment for not wanting to shoot the guy.

Neku felt his face warm and shoulders tense up at the fellow teen's acknowledgement that he probably wouldn't be 'comfortable' with trying to use his 'evoker' or whatever he'd just called the apparently fake gun. He hated how he had immediately picked up on his discomfort and he rolled his eyes, instinctively trying to divert attention and act as if it wasn't a big deal. It'd been a lot easier obscuring his feelings from others before developing what was likely some sort of post traumatic stress disorder.

"Thanks, but I think I'll pass on the whole 'pretending to game end myself' shtick." Seriously, that was way over the top, wasn't it? Even more unsettling than Shiki's possessed stuffed pig that he was still sort of worried was going to come kill him in his sleep. "...if this is anything like what I'm used to, I might have something else that'll help." He dug around in his pockets to procure a few of the pins that remained there, making sure they were still present. He was too paranoid to go out without them anymore. If he ever wound up in the UG again, he wanted to at least start out on an even playing field for once.

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shibuyacrossed asked: "What the hell are you doing?" He stared, wide eyed, as the other headphones wearing teen as he put a fucking gun to his head, seemingly seconds away from pulling the trigger. "Are you crazy? Do you wanna wind up in one of those freaky coffins too???" Those weird monsters were making it hard enough to stay alive already, he did not need the only other person that seemed to be conscious right now giving up on him like that. Terrible impromptu partner. Like, almost as bad as Joshua levels of terrible. "Getting shot isn't the easy way out they make it look like on TV dude, trust me. Shit hurts way more than you think it's going to. And it still hurts after you're dead, too!"

[Happening upon someone who had the potential was apparently rare, despite this year's abundance of S.E.E.S. recruits; the others in his dorm and even Ikutsuki had implied as much. Most of their members had been found or discovered by the seniors in the group, but this time around, it was Minato finding somebody who wasn't transmogrified.]

[There was no time to get acquainted, though -- not long after meeting each other, they were swarmed by Shadows. Their appearances outside of Tartarus had been ridiculously frequent, as of late; it wasn't surprising seeing them here, but it was definitely cause for concern. Oh, well. At least Minato happened to be here to protect his fellow headphones-wearer.]

[Of course, he hadn't taken time to explain what he was doing when he reached for his evoker and fearlessly held it to his temple; it was no wonder that the other guy was freaked out. Minato was berated for his actions, under the other boy's assumption that he was mental enough to hold a real gun to his head -- after a certain point, the headphoned kid even tried talking Minato down.]

[He found himself unable to explain anything properly in the moment, so he settled for something simple.] ❝ Trust me. ❞

[With a shaky sigh, Minato pulled the trigger -- a harp-wielding Persona manifested before them, then bashed the horde of Shadows until they were reduced to puddles. He tucked his evoker back into its holster, then turned back to the other kid, completely unfazed ( as he often was ).]

"Trust you?" He gawked at the statement, expression accompanied with a bewildered laugh. God, this really was like his week with Joshua. 'Hello, stranger I just met, please trust me with both of our lives despite me giving you absolutely no explanation whatsoever!' Except this time he hadn't even been forced into a pact so screw that, he was so out of here. He wasn't about to waste his time asking any more questions. Why was everyone around him always so batshit insane?

"The last time I trusted a guy with a gun I-" He really should have taken those last few moments to straight up bounce, because this guy really was not listening. When Neku saw his finger close on the trigger he let out a little yelp, instinctively snapping his eyes shut and pressing his hands against his headphones as tight as he could. If this asshole was going to draw those things' attention anyway, at least Neku could avoid letting his tinnitus getting any worse. Before he died. Again.

...But no gunshot came? There was a noise but it wasn't as loud, and when he peeked an eye open over the collar of his shirt, the other had lowered the gun and Neku watched in a mix of awe and horror as some new monster crushed the ones pursuing them into nothing. And then he just turned back towards Neku and asked him what he'd been saying before, as if it'd been no big deal at all whatsoever.

"What the fuck, man???" He threw his hands in the air in an attempt to express his complete exasperation. Seriously, what the hell was going on? All he'd wanted to do was go on a midnight walk so he could try to feel normal again, but this was so NOT normal. This was the complete opposite of normal! It's like he was dead all over again! He buried his face in his hands for a moment and let out a muffled scream. His confusion and frustration was so overwhelming that he didn't know how else to express it or cope with it any other way.

Shiki had always loved Valentine’s Day. The fun, lovey-dovey imagery, the candy sales! The idea of a day to celebrate love, to show someone how much you really cared about them. She’d heard others claim one shouldn’t need a holiday to express their truest feelings, and while that was true, this Valentine’s day was special, because it was a day she could express her adoration, having been unable to for the last three years. This year, she was going to spend it with him.

She enters the little coffee shop, spotting his stark orange hair among the crowd and behind the counter right away. She lets the customers in front of her finish their business, and she’s face to face with him, feigning a pouty look. “Making you work on Valentine’s Day? Don’t the managers know who your girlfriend is?” she rolls her eyes dramatically, concluding with a smile. After a moment, her gaze falls to an article in front of her; a little gift box. She puts two-and-two together. “Is this… for me?” 

After a moment, a fingertip pulls at the ribbons and she gently tears the festive paper to reveal a box. Opening the top, a set of chocolates are arranged carefully inside. They had a darling sort of home-made charm about them, and it made her heart well as she realized; he’d gone out of his way to make chocolates for her. She wastes no time, taking a choice heart-shaped chocolate lump with a little cherry on top and popping it in her mouth; as she imagined, it was as sweet as the boy who made it.

“They’re perfect.”The hue of her cheeks shifted towards the color of ardency, “Thank you, Neku,” she wanted to smother him with hugs and kisses and his adorably cutesy pet name, but… he was still on the clock. She wished she could’ve spent the whole day with him, but she knew the downs of having to work for a living. In fact, she should probably do her part, then be on her way.

She shifts to reach into the little handbag she’d been carrying. “I… made you something, too.” It wasn’t a lot, and given the amount of money she’d made these days, she could’ve gone all out in buying him just about anything he could’ve wanted, but instead…

She holds out her hands and in them two dolls of their likenesses, quite like the ones she’d made those three years ago, though markedly different in that their appearances reflected their current ages and fashion styles… (though they were still cute!) An older “Nekkun” and “Shiichan”, or perhaps these two were simply just “Neku” and “Shiki”.

“But, this time,” she starts, setting the plush of her likeness in front of him, and pulling his plush back to cradle him against her heart. “I want to keep Neku.”

She pops another chocolate in her mouth and cuddles her beloved fluff boyfriend against her chest. An ardent flush shows on her face, and she’s so happy she gets to see her important person on this important day, for the first time in three years. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Neku.”

“I love you.”

Time always seemed to be passing too quickly nowadays, what with how used to its absence he’d gotten while away, but today it almost seemed as if it were standing still as he waited, anxiously tapping his fingers on the counter as other customers came and went. Every few seconds he’d check the timestamp on his phone, wondering how long it’d been since he’d messaged her. Slowly but surely the minutes passed until finally a familiar face walked in, her beautiful radiance easily setting her apart from the rest of the light crowd.

He opened his mouth to explain that his shift was over, now, but choked on whatever words were meant to come out as she asked if the carefully wrapped box in front of him was for her. Suddenly, all he could manage in response was a small, nervous nod. He hadn’t been to school in years, so why did he suddenly feel like a shy gradeschooler trying to confess to their crush?

Neku had always been nervous at how others would perceive his art, but this was so much more than that. Even when he was commissioned to draw something for someone, he didn’t put nearly as much love into that art as he did for his more personal works. This was the first time in a long time he’d put so much of himself into something that was for someone else. He let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding when she thanked him for the gift. She’d called them perfect, but that wasn’t the part he cared about. He was just glad she liked them at all.

“…You’re welcome.” He would have said more, had she not continued. Neku raised an eyebrow as she retrieved her own gift. Part of him wanted to insist that she hadn’t had to do anything, but the same could be said about the effort Neku had put into his gift, as well. Besides, he was honoured, in a way. She had so much less time now than she’d used to, and she’d still put the effort into making him something. And what a something it was. His eyes widened with surprise as he saw the perfectly adorned little dolls. He held the one he was handed close and carefully, as if he were worried it might break if he looked at it too hard.

“Happy Valentines day, Shiki.” He took in a quick breath to reassure himself before leaning over the counter and planting a small kiss on her lips. He drew back almost immediately, but only so he could jump the counter between them (instead of exiting normally). Once he was over, he held the doll of his partner’s likeness up to the one Shiki held, pretending as if the dolls were kissing as well.

Except…..