#reversejustice

The last thing he had been expecting that night was to walk into his apartment and see a new pair of shoes at the door. Of course, he shouldn’t be to surprised considering the nature of the project but-

He can’t help but feel a little angry that someone had just waltz in but what could he really do about it? God, he just hoped they were the quiet type.

Shutting the door he slips his shoes off, glancing around the living room, spotting the stranger looking back at him from the couch. He makes a small ‘tsk’ as his eyes narrow, taking the stranger in.

Figuring out how she got here was easy enough, at least. At her best guess, the metaverse navigator had messed up and tossed her out here instead of Shibuya, most likely due to the Holy Grail’s interference. That much made sense to a degree. Why it had only thrown her here had yet to be seen, but she was less concerned with that, and more concerned with how to get back to her friends, to her sister -- to familiarity. 

What she hadn’t expected was to find that familiarity so close by. What she expected even less was for it to come in the form of long, chestnut tufts of hair in the library. What she expected the least was for him to still be there after she rubbed her eyes to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on her. She had come seeking information on Koi, and maybe a book to take her mind off things. Instead, she found the last person she ever imagined she would see in this strange city -- or rather, the last person she ever imagined she would see again in general.

“A-Akechi?! You’re here -- you’re --” Alive, she wanted to say, but stopped herself short. Alive, and here of all places. She supposed it wasn’t completely out of the question for him to have been thrown here from the metaverse as well, but it still posed several questions -- and she had every intention of getting answers. “How did you -- we thought you -- Futaba lost your signal! On the ship, we heard gunshots, and then --” She paused, intaking a sharp breath. The memory was still as vivid as ever, and though they weren’t close by any means, it still shook Makoto to her very core.

“... No, nevermind. Just -- tell me. How did you get here? And why didn’t you contact any of us?" 

It took me digging to find one you didn’t know about honestly but I haven’t mused her for literally 10+ years

“A-Ah, hello…” A quiet voice hidden behind her hands, Hinata gave a tiny wave. “I-I’m… Hinata. Nice to meet you…!”