#cheerfulfool

Shinjiro was far from being a morning person, but it was the only time he could slip away without colliding into Akihiko’s persistent pleas to spar or seeing his reflection in Mitsuru’s watchful gaze. He thought he would slip out the door and be out of sight. Instead, he found himself face to face with her pleasant smile softly illuminated by the warmth of candlelight.

He instinctively looked away from her wink. Honestly, how did she get away with being so careless of how unabashed she was? And how did she even know it was his birthday? He cleared his throat uncomfortably under her expectant look, slightly displeased with the fact that she assumed he would protest her gesture if the cupcake weren’t home made. 

“You shouldn’t have wasted your time on this,” he frowned. Unsure of how his words would be interpreted, he quickly substituted, “On me.”

“So…what, you’re saying that somehow I twist demonic creatures around so they’re terrifying when I use my Persona? Just how messed up do you think I am?”

“Do you know if the track team is coed in Japan? I know that they were back home.”

A couple of cannons were shot at the screeching Megalodon, his father. It was a long battle. He had no crew, he was just a lone, insecure captain on his way home to his mother. However, no matter how many times they battled, he didn’t always come out victorious. He always bit down on his ship, taking parts with him while it sank and he was forced to swim out into the shore. “Damn you...” he spat out water and glared whilst the shark swam away beneath the surface.

"Happy birthday, Senpai!"