#agneyastras

        sojiro had offered him some coffee while he sat, but he decided he really didn’t want to have his heart pounding any faster than it already was, or give himself a reason to do this in the cafe. he glanced over at his phone again. 7:12.

     a less gutsy akira would spare them both the trauma of this and simply call it off. tap out a small ‘sorry, i’m not feeling well’ or ‘something came up’ before he could arrive. he picked up the phone again, fingers hovering over the keyboard. no, that was a coward’s way out. instead, he let it spin on his finger and fall back into his palm.

    the little bell over the door rung, and there he stood. in all his blonde rebellious glory. his best friend. the boy who’s week he was about to ruin. but he couldn’t run away from this. not while he still had the chance to be truthful with him. not when he still had so many doubts about his future. 

He wasn’t expecting such a cute reaction at the mere suggestion of getting ramen.

“I was wondering something.” Goro said, sticking a hand up to his chin as if in a deep thought. “Has keeping your identity as the Phantom Thieves a secret ever been a problem before? Some of you seem very keen on talking about it in public.”

“...snrk.”

Ann barely clamped her hand over her mouth in time to keep the giggles contained--and even then? It was a good thing that Ryuji had his music up so loud because he would’ve heard what managed to escape regardless. While the Lovers wasn’t the best dancer in Japan, well... even she could do better than the Chariot’s attempts to twerk. And when she saw how he was mouthing along to the words with such a goofy-looking attempt to be sexy? She couldn’t help herself, not after all the times she’d caught him eyeing her like she was a steak in a butcher’s case. And once she recognized the song, she knew exactly what to say.

“Whose anaconda are you trying to get the attention of?”

{TXT}: Its nothing

{TXT}: Its late and I shouldn’t be bothering you man

That blush... the Lovers was keenly aware of its presence. Then again? She was keenly aware of everything in the moment. Ryuji’s tone, his posture--how his leg remained within easy reach of her foot lightly tracing up and down his shin. Ann was careful in how she did it, of course. If she remembered right, it was his injured leg that she was playing footsy with... and the absolute last thing she wanted to do was hurt him. The way he complained, though, suggested that she was distressing him too much--so she decided that it was time to act. Ann sighed even as her foot continued its ministrations.

“I said I’d help with your English. You know I’m not good with history... but fine. Here. I wrote this for you to translate.”

A feigned sigh and she was pulling out the note she’d written for him earlier, sliding it over in front of him. She’d agonized over what to write, in part because she needed to be sure he’d be able to translate it without his frustrations getting the better of him. As for what it said?

     it’s not much, just something he had heard ryuji had his eye on, but it was one of his better ideas. much better than wrapping up a spiked baseball bat from iwai’s and trying to give that to him in public, although he had seriously considered it. he kept fixing and readjusting the little bow on top of the box as he waited. 

     it’s just a pair of running shoes, but he hopes the gift will keep ryuji moving forward instead of looking back. he smiles when he catches sight of the blonde. 

( Closed RP with @agneyastras )

“Whoof... huff... I’m...” Shiro was hunching forward, holding himself with one hand. The other flailed clumsily in what was probably supposed to be an “I’m alright” motion, then fell back down to his side again. Why did no one tell him that running was so hard?

“I’m... I’m o-okay... Just... gimme a sec.” It had been Shiro who asked Ryuji to help him train, to help improve his stamina so he didn’t tire out so easily during their whole Phantom thing. That didn’t make it any easier to adjust from a life of never doing any kinds of serious exercise, though.