#etherbonded

"Ah, Yoshizawa-san, how are you?" Ren waved to the red-haired girl. This girl pissed him off so much, the audacious criminal trash. But he had to keep an eye on her. She might get in the way of Shido's plans and, by extension, his plans for revenge. At least she made for good conversation...

He didn't let his true feelings show on his face though. He had a reputation to uphold, for one. Plus, who would want to spend time with someone like his real self, whether they were planning their downfall or not?

Frankly, Ryo was tired from all this Phantom Thieves of Hearts business that the department had him investigating. So what if they were going around "changing hearts" of reckless and honestly horrible people? He didn't want to think of it as a nice change of pace, but investigating the mental shutdowns on the side helped keep his mind elsewhere. If they really were kids as the department suspected...Ryo didn't want to think about it. He didn't like going too deep into his own thoughts either, as the inspector had quite the tendency to find himself on the bad end of his own mind. That, and he became blind to the world around him-ironic when he didn't need these glasses, really-and case in point when Ryo finds himself bumping past someone who was walking the other way as him.

“I never expected to hear from them again. Of all the people...” Wakaba spoke out loud to herself, looking over the texts on her phone. It was a friend from high school, Himari Akechi. Those were the days, even though she had primarily had her focus on getting the best marks that she could, she did have the time to do some shenanigans with people. One of those being Himari. Unfortunately, as a lot of childhood friendships would do, they ended up separating after graduating, the promises to keep seeing each other going unfulfilled due to real life sneaking into it.

Now, she was at a café, wearing her research outfit since this was a rather last minute thing for her, her notes for that day sitting in a folder sitting on the small table. Normally she wouldn’t have them possibly exposed like this, but she hadn’t had the chance to head home yet to put them away. Plus, Futaba was going to be fine at home. Sojiro agreed to look after her until she got home, so she was being taken care of. Soon enough, she would see Himari and her lips curled into a warm smile.

“I never thought I’d see you again. It’s good to see you, Himari.”

He hadn’t known the new worker for that long, but even if he wasn’t a former detective trained in the art of reading body language, it was easy to see that Yoshizawa was a mess. Hell, he was one to talk, but her being all nervous and polite finally got him to press a little further in the hopes that she’d cut it out if she talked about it.

“Jesus, shitty parents? Say no more, sister. That’s a fuckin’ problem if I’ve ever heard one.”

How the fuck she managed to land a job at the bar he didn’t know, but hey, they employed an ex-con, so maybe their boss liked a charity case. They’re busy cleaning glasses and tidying up for Adachi’s shift to start, and when she mentions her dad (with, he notes, a ton of resentment), Adachi sets down the crate of Asahi he’d carried in and pauses to wipe his brow and tie up his hair.

“You know, all these assurances you’re fine make me think you’re not. Word of advice? If you bottle all that shit up, you’re gonna explode like a soda can one day.

" I... I made this for you. I hope you like it. " - sumire c:

It's...all so much.

It's a little too much to process, in the matter of the variety of gifts bestowed upon Akira from his kouhai. The square container was neatly wrapped with a bright red bow, keeping the sweet treats tucked safely inside. It matched the vibrant shades of Sumi's hair perfectly. Even the floral arrangement splashed with crimson colors, and sprinkled with with a touch of perfect white splotches.

He took a careful approach when scooping the bouquet from Sumi's shaky grasp. For a moment Akira studied the various petal shapes adorning such beautiful hues. His time spent towing away at cutting stems or choosing flower sizes for customers taught him how to understand color language. Especially when it came to organizing floral bundles.

Carnations, specifically deep shades, spoke an intense emotion from the gifter. The same could be said with roses. A flower of passion, beauty, love...

"I certainly didn't expect to be given such lovely, thoughtful gifts...that's for sure." He chuckled lightly, airing away the nervous tension obviously present from the younger girl. "I'll say though...you didn't have to give me so much, Sumi-chan, and yet..." A small step forward closed off the safe distance between the two. Akira cradled the flowers protectively in one arm, but the other found its purchase around the woman's smaller frame.

It's not the best hug, considering he rather not squish the flowers, but it was satisfactory for the boy. But to make up for a rather awkward gesture, he leaned close enough to place a small, chaste kiss on the other's cheek. Much better.

- Cuddle for mako from sumi!! :DD

"O-Oh...Yoshizawa-kun..." The contact was a surprise, but not unwelcomed. It may be a bit awkward in Makoto's case but she let the younger girl hold her for some time.

@etherbonded​ || Settling Dust Prompts

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “ - sumire :0 ( also hihi !!! )

          Yoshizawa was still new at this. Like a fawn on shaky legs she tried to run. Perhaps in some form Goro gave her a little credit. She was at least willing to try and keep up with him, as fragile as her psyche seemed to him. It was admirable to a degree. Maybe if he was someone else like Joker he’d praise her for her efforts. Offer her words of encouragement and guide her in the right direction. But he wasn’t him. He was Goro–––all harsh words and sharp, jagged edges. He could only put up with her newbie efforts for so long before he would huff and do it himself.

          It’s why he’s standing between her and multiple Shadows. He’s reminded of unpleasant memories and the nagging feeling of weakness as he tries to hold their only line of defense with his saber and Loki. His energy is flagging and his breath is coming in short, painful bursts.

          “Shut up! Get the hell out of here or we’re both going to die!” His voice echoes throughout Mementos’ walls as he levels another Laevateinn at the closest Shadow to send it sprawling.

          He feels almost powerless as he falls to one knee causing Loki to retreat back into the lens of his mask. His saber is swapped for his gun.