Akechi was at a local cafe, working on some notes for a case he was working on when something caught his eye. When he glanced up, he spotted a uniform that looked quite familiar. Curiosity getting the better of him, he went to approach the new customer...

  He was late.

 Shibuya station was abnormally crowded today.  Large crowds remained huddled around the entrances to the many stations that connected the shopping district to the neighboring areas.  Of course today, of all days, he would choose to oversleep his alarm, even with Morgana staying with him.  At Shujin academy, he already had a hard enough time keeping unwanted attention off him, especially with the rumor of his delinquency spreading, and certainly being late would not help his already tarnished image. 

  Letting out a soft sigh, he pushed through the crowds, none seemed to be members of his high school at least.  All Ren could do now was pray that he could immediately board a train without waiting an unnecessary length of time.  After all, time was not on his side at the moment.  It was almost a given that if Sojiro received a call about his tardiness he would be in hot water, not to mention the risk of his first tardy would come to light, being almost half a day late to school was inexcusable.

    Catching his breath, he paused in front of his stop.  The grinding brakes of the train echoed like sirens amidst the clamoring of the passengers.  A sudden feeling crept up his back, a sense of familiarity reigned heavy in the boisterous atmosphere.  Lifting his head, he cast a quick glance around the station only for stormy hues to fall upon a high schooler who was roughly the same age as him.  Ren could tell by his solid black uniform he was not from Shujin; however, there was something about him that caught Ren’s eye.  Finding himself staring for just a moment, he quickly tried to break contact, fixing his glasses upon his face and entering the train as the metallic doors slid open. 

“Sayaka-san! Are you done with those boxes yet?”

“Ah....In a bit!” Sayaka calls before frantically opening the last box she had before shoving the drinks into their respective slots. Her rare daytime shifts and she’s failing way behind.

The convenience store wasn’t this busy, but it would seem today was the rare days it was.

   |Walking along, his thumbs tacked away, their growing callous having a prominent pale color as he pressed repeatedly on the glass texture of his black-cased cell phone’s interface. Its phone charm danged and swung from side to side with a neutral calmness even he felt deep in his usually anxiety-ridden chest. The charm was a small sea urchin made of rubber that he’d just gotten as a gift from his uncle.

But soon enough did someone who was walking nearby briefly tap his phone, getting his attention long enough for him to notice a small snack that same person was carrying and lighting Mishima’s face up with a glowing smile that was forced down from being a grin. He jogged after them quickly after. With one hand swiping at the air, he tried to pat their back and get their attention, even if it they weren’t in the mood for his nonsense.

      Akira knew of the rumours of a transfer student that arrived for their final year. But, he guessed he trumped all the gossip about them the moment he arrived at Shujin academy. He knew of their name and what year. But that was it. Not like he really cared either. The teen had other priorities now. Like being a model citizen. Or ensuring he kept good grades. Things he’s doing well at... Not as if it matters here. Not when everyone is constantly talking about and staring at him. 

                  Speaking of staring...

“Hey.“ Akihiko knocks on the door of his roommate’s new room, smiles in. “I hope you don’t mind the small size... It’s a bit different from your old room.” He’s smiling as he says it, knows Ken is still tired from the move. Ken had agreed to move in at the suspicion of a conspiracy in Tokyo, though he was still unsure if Mitsuru was using that as an excuse to get Ken in the city.

That didn’t make his life any easier though - especially with the sudden resistance in the police force in investigating suspicious claims on the school. “How are you holding up?” He was holding a cup of coffee of Ken’s favorite brew regardless, a smile on his face.

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