#phantomthiievery

“Oh; yeah, guess it is that late.” His voice was more subdued than usual. Ryuji just...couldn’t find the energy at the moment to brush off what had happened.

It was an incredibly awkward moment, one that Yusuke was starting to think was quite inappropriate now that he was in it. But it wasn’t but moments ago that it felt incredibly necessary.

Up in the attic of Leblanc, on the truly far too warm day of July, Yusuke was observing Akira (as he was prone to doing – the boy honestly was fascinating to watch), when he noticed that he just seemed… off. Yusuke could not quite pinpoint it, and kept looking him over. It was some time before Yusuke recognized it for what it was, surprised to see an emotion that Yusuke really only saw in himself: loneliness. Whatever had sparked it, whatever had brought it forth, Yusuke did not know. All he knew was that he did not like how it looked on his friends’ face. So he decided to do something about it, and rose to his feet towards Akira’s bed, sitting at his side and reaching out for him, wrapping his arm around him and drawing him towards his chest.

It was irregular enough for a prosecutor to thoroughly question a suspect—so it was downright bizarre that said suspect seemed happy to talk to Sae Niijima. At the very least, the youth hadn't been anywhere near as chatty with Katsuya's men. In the hopes an inspector's presence would loosen the boy's tongue, Katsuya found himself here, in a gloomy interrogation room that could really afford to install air conditioning.

From the looks of it, Kurusu had been subject to brutality in custody. Bruises like that on a child made Katsuya's stomach churn—but now wasn't the time, as his bosses had told him, for a bleeding heart.

“Hey… are you alright?” Naoya asked in a concerned tone, tapping the other teen’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Are you really alright with pretending to be my boyfriend..?”

She keeps her head low and her voice quiet. Coming to him was risky, based on the rumors she kept hearing but she wasn’t scared because of rumors she probably thought weren’t true. She was scared because of her confession.

“I...I know you have something to do with the Phantom Thieves. I heard a boy speaking about knowing someone who was close to them in an arcade once...” Her heart was racing but she couldn’t bear it anymore, the pain and abuse.

She bows deeply and holds out a small envelope for him, an envelope that contained her name and a plea to hear her.

@phantomthiievery

     Even though Akira had insisted they weren’t the thieves it was pretty obvious to Mishima the male was lying. As there was a look in the other’s eyes that seemed to acknowledge him as didn’t chase him off. All Akira had to do was threaten him, and likely the teen would stay quiet but instead the other gave him a chance to show his worth. Not that he had much to offer besides basic HTML creation and knowledge on how to create a website. Still, he didn’t want to believe he was just going to be the group’s PR and decided to try and integrate himself into the Phantom Thieves.

     Though he did note that it felt like his intentions were less than noble compared to the PT’s motivations. As he also wished to in some way gain value just by association but he actually did admire their goals to reform society. Mishima, especially, adored their leader in an entirely platonic sense he would swear. The guy was just really fresh and didn’t take shit from no one, as well as being Leader of the thieves the fact the other tolerated his presence was a treat. Also, no one at school would dare mess with him if he’s with the problem kid. Oh- That’s a pretty selfish reason for befriending the other too.

     He was still working on the whole, trying to be a noble person. It was harder then he imagined, but he strived for it!

     “Yo, Akira!” The young male shouted as he had invited the other to hang out and by some weird diving province, the other AGREED to it. Mishima counted his lucky stars as he had tried to figure out how to get the leaders attention. Though likely it might have something to do with the fact he insisted on it and the prospect of pretty girls. As he had arranged a meeting for them to meet, though thought better then to wait at a spot. Instead using his normal savings for games for reservation at a really average restaurant.