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@chibitantei said: Can you share 5 bri'ish Naoto headcanons thank you

How dare you.

She hasn't visited London since her parents died, and wants to go there again. Even as a business trip. She needs more friends.

Her favorite besides shepherd's pie is good ol' fish and chips. While normally she doesn't eat fried food often, she'll eat this one in a heartbeat with zero shame. It's her father's genes.

No, she doesn't call people 'mate' when she speaks English, even if it's the norm. She finds it too informal.

She's visited lots of other cities in England, but only briefly.

“This kid is a detective?”

Gouto wasn’t the only one who was somewhat surprised to see a teenager present during an investigation, certainly one associated with the police. The summoner himself was perplexed, though not as outwardly forthcoming nor blatant. The cat’s meows were viewed as little else, just a talkative feline accompanying the black clad student. They fell on deaf ears, all but the single individual who could decipher them. The ancient being’s tone felt a little skeptical. His sentiments weren’t shared. While some bystanders observed the scene, Raidou’s bright eyes were honed on the teen. His mind was working, devising a plan.

“Thank you for taking me to the nurses office, senpai.” The younger girl smiled gently up at Naoto from her seat on the cot, the thin, knit blanket which had been provided to her draped loosely over her slender shoulders. She was such a cheerful, pleasant girl in spite of her condition. A fainting spell had overtaken her during lunch period, resulting in her visit to the school nurse. One might have suspected the late spring heat had gotten to her, but Sera quickly dispelled that notion. “It’s just a little anemia. I promise I’ll be fine.”

It is the 5th of December. Almost nothing is right in the world. Distortion rises. People prefer to hide in their worlds of delusion and degradation, rather than face the unknown. Good people are convicted, framed, while monsters roam free. And so very much is wrong in the mind of one Sae Niijima. That is why she is here.

On the front door of Naoto Shirogane's apartment. Late at night. While it is raining.

She cared for Naoto. Did. Does. Both. Felt a kind of sympathy, sororal bond, after she took her in. And she was snappy, abrasive, cruel-abusive-merciless with her while she was under the lawyer's roof.

And for what!?

Because Naoto dared to believe that the world wasn't some cruel, dark place? Because she wanted to make things right where she could, there and then, instead of hedging her bets and changing things for the long-run from within?

Look at how Sae's pursuit of internal reform went. The only thing she managed to accomplish of note...was complete self-destruction. Her relationship with Makoto was in tatters. Her hands were daubed with enough blood to feed the Styx, or to honour Izanami's cursed vow. Her precious sense of Justice...damaged and battered and abandoned to the point of becoming a Shadow.

...But things will not end like this, if Sae has any say in it.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Already, she has made vows to make amends with Makoto. Already, she has found that she is far more capable when she is whole instead of tore in two jagged halves. Ideally, she'd want to burn down the SIU for all its done, once Shido is prosecuted.

But that is not relevant. Not for now, at least. Right now, the eldest Niijima has another reckoning to attend.

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