#heistcard

Washing dishes was a tedious chore, but the monotony was almost comforting- Especially when there was something weighing on Iwai’s mind. It had been nearly a month since he’d taken Kurusu in and he’d never delved too deeply into the boy’s past out of concern he might be poking his nose in where it didn’t belong. The longer they’d spent time together, he realized he didn’t mind having the extra hands around the shop, not to mention as Akira’s personality was slowly becoming less guarded and less hesitant to speak his mind.

If he were being honest, the kid was a bonafide smart-ass, but Munehisa could see so much of his younger self in the other male. He really couldn’t help wondering if Kurusu had family, people who cared about him who might be worried sick about him. Even neighbors, as he seemed like such a nice kid... It seemed almost wrong to let things continue as they were, especially if there were people out there who might not be sure if Akira were alive or dead.

Setting a coffee mug down on a clean hand towel, he tilted his head in Akira’s direction.

“Hey, listen... I never asked before and I know I said your past didn’t make no difference to me, but don’t you got a family somewhere? I can only imagine what your parents must be going through-” he trailed off, looking awkwardly concerned.

“Heh, now that’s a tough choice,” 

He could see the pros and cons to each - nothing beat some healthy snacks like fresh fruit, but junk food was so much more tempting, as well...!

@heistcard​:

“It’s only illegal if you get caught” He countered, fighting the urge to flash a shit-eating grin at the adult.

He was….mostly kidding.

Iwai sighs and pinches at the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, taking his feet off of the counter and tossing his magazine aside.

“You tryin’ to give me more gray hair? At my age?” he chuckles tiredly, the hard candy in his mouth clicking against his upper teeth as he speaks.

“Such a troublesome kid I’ve picked up...” he muses aloud, but he’s putting on a front and they both know it.

He had no clue what hell Kurusu had been through before he was found rooting through the back dumpster of his store, but he was sure that his survival had probably hinged on his ability to adapt to unexpected situations. As quiet and almost fearful as Akira could be around strangers, once he got to know the boy, any entirely different side of his personality had emerged- One that was more confident and almost recklessly bold. It was pretty amusing to notice the change.

Still, it had been nice to have the extra set of hands to help with work and Munehisa made sure that the frizzy-haired teen stayed safe. He wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if he’d just left the kid to his own devices.

“...You know, my offer is still on the table,” the demon lord hums, “The collective subconscious is a realm that you could always access, if you so desire it. You simply have to take the sea of chaos and give it order. I can show you how to do this, if you’d like.”

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