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❝         THANK  YOU  FOR  INVITING  ME  OVER  -----------------  i  don’t  often  get  to  take  time  off   ...       ❞            a  soft  laugh  escapes  him  as  he  lifts  his  coffee  cup  up  ,  taking  a  sip  of  the  warm  liquid  with  a  quiet  hum.             ❝      mm.        truly  ,  the  things  you  do  with  a  coffee  bean  are  just  magical.       ❞

— Next stop, Shibuya Station.

Perhaps Akira was a bit selfish in choosing the Tokyo Plaza in Shibuya for their belated Christmas shopping. Given the overflow of traffic in the stations due to the holiday season, he figured he had a right to be. After all, it was Goro who decided to broach the subject of needing assistance in shopping for the others just a week before the big day. Akira had already done his shopping; having gotten the group’s gifts, Goro’s included, months prior.

It wasn’t all Goro’s fault, of course. He was new to experience true friendship, to being around people who wanted to be around the real him, flaws and all. It was a bit strange, still, having Goro beside them. Watching as he tried to acclimate to being around people sincerely, without the fake smile he used to plaster on his face akin to a mask. On more than one occasion, usually during group gatherings, Akira caught glimpses of Goro slipping—still relying on the pleasant persona he used as a crutch for so long.

He was making progress, however; and Akira was going to support him as much as Goro would allow. If that meant dragging himself through the crowded train stations and bustling streets of Shibuya during the holiday season, so be it. 

He’d be sure to pester his friend accordingly for it, as he would with Ryuji or Yusuke, if either of the two tore Akira out of the warmth of the Café to go last minute shopping.

 He’d never pester the girls; he knew better.

 ..Maybe Futaba.

Stepping from the crowded station into the just as crowded and busy streets of Shibuya, Akira dug his phone from his jacket pocket to send a quick message to Goro.

             ✉  《 akechup 》

                                               『  making my way to the plaza now (⎻▵ ⎻)  』

                                                                          『 you better not be late ¬_¬ 』

After hitting send, he placed his phone back into the safety of his pocket before tugging on the scarf around his neck, a gift from Sojiro, and pulling it up over his nose to keep it safe from the icy December air.

Perhaps he’d make Goro buy him a coffee, a half smile formed behind his scarf, for his troubles.

2     am. right now this isn’t a good time to call, really. he had to sneak down while making sure to not awaken akira. he silently thanks satanael that at least the rain is loud enough to mask his feet.

ren had to scroll down to see who’s awake on this ungodly hour. some stood as online, but he decides ann seem like the most sound solution to give a ring. “ hey, ann; sorry for calling you up so late. can we talk? ”

APRIL DOES WHAT IT WANTS ——————— it is only the second hour of the day and she had heard it hail and rail. normally it is the perfect weather to sleep through, but the restlessness of events that had transpired the last season still leaves her awake with questions. they had been so busy with the proper send-off of their leader that she only now had the time to mull over the past that isn’t there anymore.

that dream... she stares into her cup, a similar-looking reflecting of her staring back. it would have been her twin, but she wasn’t wearing her hair in a braid nor broken glasses with her blood on it.