#goodbyegoro

20/12/2022

The loud, angry thumping with every step, echoing through the empty stairwell. Finally feeling a sense of relief from not having the world's eyes on him, our Detective Prince gave up on his goal. Instead of reaching his apartment, pouring himself a glass of something strong, and reminding himself that second was still higher than what Joker had achieved, Goro sat down on the cold concrete step. He fumbled his keys with his right hand, as he continued to scroll through Twitter with his left. #GoodbyeGoro trending, again.

He couldn't even win against a fucking child. 

It worked for his publicity team at least. "I wouldn't dream of taking the win from such a cute kid, she deserves it after all. I would have opted to vote for her, had any of us been given the chance to do so, but that would be against the rules of the competition." The lie worked so perfectly well for the cameras. The Prince Detective wouldn't have dreamed of doing something so dastardly. 

Goro Akechi however, would have. If it were a contest of strength or wit, something he had control over, he would have gladly ripped victory from the awfully gleeful and kind child. She didn't deserve to win. He did. He was the one who perfectly refined his public image. The calm, polite, intelligent detective that the world knew him to be. How could that lose to a child?! Was he not the picture perfect incarnation of justice!? What could have that 7 year old possibly done to endear herself to that many people?

The warmth from her infuriating hand on his shoulder still lingering. Reminding him that in the face of his latest failure, he still forced a smile, and hoisted her up in celebration. Her innocent smile, her chirpy voice: "I think we're both winners!" It made him sick.

Another tweet, another celebration of his loss. "EVERY DAY'S GREAT" Fuck you @ScreamingRathalos. You deserve the bullet between your eyes.

A younger him would have thrown the phone against the concrete, shattering it against the stair. But he no longer had Shido's money backing him, and phones had been getting expensive. The sound of his keys smacking against the wall in front of him would have to do. 

Picking them up at least got him back in motion again. One foot dragged in front of the other, he grabbed his keys, and then dragged his pathetic self towards his apartment. A shot of whiskey, a dash of syrup, with an orange twist. That would calm him down. 

Opening his apartment door, he expected the lights to be on. He expected noise, whether it be the sizzling of something being made in the kitchen, or some 80's high beat workout music rumbling through his apartment. He didn't expect the giggling he was welcomed by. Kicking his shoes off, not in the mood to go through the effort of properly untying them, he forced the words through his mouth; "I'm home."

"Welcome home!" they shouted back. He at least had comfort that they also lost. This wasn't Arsene vs Loki, he at least won against Joker this time. Walking into the apartment proper, he found them together on the couch. Sumire and Akira, watching the news of his defeat. "Right there!" Sumire shouted, so much excitement in her voice. Pausing the steam they were watching. "You can see it right??"

Goro couldn't figure out what she was trying to point out. It was mere seconds after the announcement, after he shut his eyes and regained his composure, his hands were about to be around Nanako Dojima's waist, as he was making eye contact and trying to ask for her permission to lift her into the air as a celebration of her victory. He remembered it well, remembered the screaming cheers that marked his defeat, so many people, so overjoyed. It was only 46 minutes ago afterall, the pain was still fresh.

Akira snapped his fingers, letting out a low chuckle; "Yeah you're totally right!"

Putting his keys in the bowl Sumire insisted he used, sliding off his jacket. Goro still couldn't work out what they were talking about.

"You can really see the moment he wants to rip her in two." 

Goro snorted. "I do not want to 'rip' a child in two."

Sumire giggled again, "Maybe he just wanted to hit her with a sword. Scream 'LEVIATHAN' while he watches her fall to her knees" There's her mocking tone again. Always so quick to put on a voice and mimic his metaverse behaviour.

"Just because you lost to her, doesn't mean you need to project onto me." Goro snarled, only to be laughed at again.

Sumire finally got out of Akira's arms, walked over to Goro and wrapped her arms around his neck. This wasn't the time to wonder why she was only wearing a shirt, Goro was too distracted by the heat being pressed up against him. Great, just what he needed, more human contact. "I'm sorry you lost Goro. I know this meant a lot to you after last time."

...Fuck. That is what he needed. 

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Her warmth, unlike Dojima's, was welcomed. "At least I beat Akira this time."

Goro Looked at Akira. Hanging over his couch, Akira sat there, shirtless, and with an infuriating grin. "Yeah, I was really surprised. Guess I could have voted for myself after all."

Sumire took her head from his chest and looked towards their third still on the couch. "...We weren't allowed to vote Senpai."

"..." Akira didn't reply. He just stared at her, his face overwhelmed with confusion. He knew he wasn't allowed to vote. His confusion stemmed from the idea that Sumire thought that would stop him.

"I did notice that you didn't enter as Sumire. I imagine that wasn't particularly pleasant for you." Goro ran his hand through her luscious, soft, silky hair. The conversation needed to be off him, and if that meant pointing out Sumire's terrible decisions to the rest of the group, he'd gladly throw her under the bus this time.

"...It wasn't. But..." Suimre stepped back, glancing between himself and Akira. Her voice became much lower, much harder to hear, as if she were ashamed to say the words out loud. "It was really cathartic to see Kasumi Yoshizawa lose to a 7 year old girl." The smile on her face betrayed her though. As fucked up and twisted as that was to say about her sister, Goro was really proud that she could finally voice these thoughts, instead of bottling them up. Their new therapist was doing wonders.

"Sumire Yoshizawa would have crushed the 7 year old." Akira boldly stated as he jumped over the couch. Oh good, he also wasn't wearing pants.

He looked good in just his underwear though. Very good. No matter how many times Goro saw it, Akira's chiselled abs always forced his eyes downwards. 

"I'm not sure about that Senpai. She did beat Goro somehow. I guess people really like her." Sumire shyly replied, but the blush on her cheek screamed a 'thank you' towards Akira for the support. 

Akira had finally made his way over to them, making their hug a Sumire sandwich, as he wrapped his arms around the both of them. 

His arms were tighter than usual. More tension in his grip around Goro's waist. "I wonder if next time I can enter under my actual name? Narukami gets Yu, and I get Joker? Shouldn't he have gotten 'hero' or something?"

The tone in his boyfriends voice couldn't be mistaken. It took Goro by surprise, but as his jaw dropped, he could only utter; "...You're jealous." Akira Kurusu didn't get jealous when Goro fucked his girlfriend. Oh no, he smiled and threw off his shirt to join. But apparently, Yu Narukami, the lightning god himself, got under his skin.

"I don't like the way you look at him." Akira was blunt. His eyes shooting daggers towards Goro, a warning that their polyamory was closed, and Goro wasn't allowed to make eyes at the handsome man he wound up tangling with in the semi finals. 

Sumire giggled again. "He was pouting so much. I wish I could have recorded it for you Goro-Senpai."

"I was not." He definitely was. 

As Goro felt Akira's arms tighten around him. Sumire hummed into his chest, as she snuggled against him. Anger dispersing, the thoughts of GoodbyeGoro#2 falling away. Reaching over his girlfriend's head, Goro planted a kiss on Akira's forehead. He rested his head against Sumire's, as he grabbed at Akira's waistband  and held his boyfriend tight.

"I'll take you two as my consolation prize."

Based off this

Kaede sweep

【OLD ART - OCTOBER 2020】

Completely forgot to upload this little something I made during the #GoodbyeGoro fiasco on Twitter a while ago LMAO