#fukariin

Unprompted. || @fukariin

“ Ah! Fuuka? ” Akihiko was surprised! Her baking this time smelled ... really good this time around! He was always anxious to try it prior, knowing the consequences that would ensue if he had. But this time around, it was actually a good smell. Not something burning or something that could be just a Shadow. Grey eyes staring down to the protein cookies, he already grasped onto one and lifted it up to examine it. “ This smells ... actually pretty good for once! I don’t actually eat sweets normally but I will try! ”

A fond smile. A light chuckle. Fuuka had always been the most soft-spoken of the group. And perhaps the one most willing to understand? To accept? 

Her reaction to his reappearance was perhaps the only one he truly had an idea for, at the very least. 

“I am still not a hundred percent sure as to how I became free,” Ryoji repeated, eyes creased with laughter. “But my presence here does not seem to be triggering a reawakening of the Dark Hour or The Fall.”

“However, whether these things are a temporary peace or a finality remains to be seen.”

“Fuuka?” He asks, door opening slowly. He’s carrying a heavy binder of thick supplies, wincing at the weight of them and shifting on his feet with some wariness. He’d brought in as much as he could copy of the files on Medjed that he could get away with. He’d had to explain to his boss why, but when he’d said Fuuka’s name, the man had given him the go-ahead, to his own surprise. “I brought dinner!” He’d packed a rather full looking set of bentos, well aware of her tendency to skip meals when engrossed in a project.

“I got you those files on Medjed...”