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     Not getting an answer from one of his friends for a day wasn’t so strange, but when a week passed? And more? Akira had begun to worry, fretting that something might have happened while his attention was focused elsewhere.  If he was going to be honest, it wasn’t entirely outside the realm of possibility that Yusuke was just busy, likely staring at a canvas or seeking out inspiration anywhere and everywhere. But ten days was too much; when Yusuke had finally shown up at Leblanc he almost felt weak with relief.

     A heaviness weighed on his chest once he was finally able to get a good look at his friend, Yusuke’s exhaustion as evident on his face as though fatigue were his mask, rather than the face of the classic kitsune. Akira was more than willing to bet he wasn’t eating well either, but it was sort of ironic for him to preach the benefits of both resting and eating well when he couldn’t follow his own advice. If it weren’t for Sojiro forcing him to eat a decent meal every now and again he probably would find himself subsisting on quick snacks and the occasional diner meal. There just never seemed to be enough time to cook for himself, despite his abilities.

     “--You don’t look fine.” And that would be it, his only comment on Yusuke’s appearance, no matter how heartbreaking he might be. Of course, that wouldn’t stop him from dishing up some of the curry bubbling away on the stove and setting it in front of Yusuke. Steady rains had kept customers off the streets and out of the café, allowing them access not only to the entire building, but to plenty to eat as well. At least he could offer that much, if nothing else.

     Taking a seat at the counter, Akira turned his gaze down to his own plate rather than look at his companion, the faint beginnings of a wry smile tugging at his lips. Now it was his turn to outright lie, the words spilling out of him even as he considered just how foolish they were. 

     “I’m okay. It was just something stupid anyway; I forgot I’d even sent you a message.” Or had it been Ryuji, worried about Akira one late night after the trains had stopped running? The next morning he had woken up to several encouraging messages from other members of the Phantom Thieves, each of them offering the stock response of ‘I’m here if you need to talk’ among other, genuinely heart-felt words. Sequestered or not, Yusuke had probably received a heads up as well.

@artfulfox​​ asked : 🤝   for   your   character   to   brush    their     hand    against    my    muse’s    hand

       It was times like this that Akira was glad Yusuke went to Kosei rather than Shujin, because when most of the group came together for a study session, Yusuke didn’t really have the need to study with them, even if he could.

      As he was writing with his right hand, his left hand rested next to his thigh, messing with the ends of his own shirt from time to time. In the middle of solving a math equation, he felt a soft, slightly cold hand quickly brush against his own, nearly making his writing go off the page. Akira glances down at his left hand, then up at Yusuke--would it be okay to hold his hand right now? He doesn’t think Ryuuji or Ann could look that far over the table, and Haru and Makoto were studying in the other booth.

      No one, as far as he’s aware, was sitting next to him, so he believes it’s okay.

      When Yusuke is done taking a sip of coffee, Akira sneakily grabs hold of his hand, before starting to write again. If someone asks about why he’s trying (and failing) to hold back a grin, he’ll say it’s because he solved a math problem.

@artfulfox​ || This is Halloween!

‘If it’s any consolation, I promise not to ghost you when the season’s over.’

          A minuscule twitch of the eye is the immediate response Goro gives to the terrible pun. The desire to stop whatever they were doing and leave the artist was all too tempting. Of course he expected such things from Kitagawa. He’s heard from the others that he can make puns at inappropriate times. Still, it doesn’t prepare Goro for being on the receiving end of them.

Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes! - No Longer Accepting

in addition, i may also add how much it would heal my muse depending on their relationship with yours!

Adachi was busy reading a newspaper, and doesn't notice a mug near Yusuke's half-finished painting, near identical to the one he was supposed to drink. He grabs one without looking away from his reading and takes a drink...

-and immediately chokes. He'd grabbed the wrong one and accidentally taken a gulp of paint water instead.

[-15 HP.]

Once he grabs the right cup, though, the tea inside helps cleanse his palate.

The slightly cloudy tea inside was immediately recognizable by both sight and taste: sakurayu. Fancy, something Adachi had always considered to be too elaborate, but this cup was actually pretty decent. A little sweet, but a little salty. He sets the cup down and watches as the cherry blossoms that the tea had been infused with slowly unfurl in the hot, cloudy water.

@artfulfox​ said:  [ 📲 • sms ] —— do you wanna come over? (Ryuji!)

Text messages | Accepting

[sms -- Yusuke]: hell yeah i do!! how’d u know i was bored?

[sms -- Yusuke]: i guess it’s more like... i wanted to see u idk

A whole summer spent with the team, huh? Akira is already excited on his own to get the trip started, even if there is the lingering problem of Jails to look out for. But a road trip is still a road trip, and he’s already wondering what the road in question may have in store for them.