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“Are you SURE you’re done with boys? You haven’t let me take you out yet.”

He stares out the window as he stands, holding his briefcase close as he lets out a yawn-- waking up early for entrance exams and then going straight to work today had been brutal, and his day was still far from over. 

He sighs as the train comes to the next stop, taking a moment while it was stopped to take the ponytail out of his hair, fingers combing through locks he just hadn’t gotten around to getting cut lately, and retying it more snugly at his neck with just enough time to grab the bar overhead as the train took off again. 

One more stop. 

Hs mind raced. He was probably late. He’d wanted to be there before Akira got home, but he was sure he was far too late for that-- too late to pull him into a hug the moment he walked through the door. The party had started an hour ago at the very least. Or at least, he’d gauged as much given when Makoto had texted him asking where he was-- he’d replied to start without him, since he would be so late. 

Another yawn. 

He hadn’t had time to visit, either... he’d at least left a note with Sae the last time he’d seen her, letting Akira know he’d been far too busy to stop by even though he’d wanted to, along with a promise to make things up to him-- though he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to fulfill that tonight.

He steps out the moment the doors open, rushing his way up the stairs and down the street, yanking the door open once he’d finally reached Leblanc. 

Waiting for a train home that day was somehow sad and Goro sighed pretty much already the fifth time for the last two minutes. He couldn’t help it, though - he had gone through more than ten job interviews in the last three months and he was either rejected during them or not contacted after. And today - rejected. 

Really now, was he never going to find a job? There were so many failures and so much disappointment. And all he currently wanted was to work and find a place where he could be useful while getting a little bit of money he needed to survive. Nobody wanted him, though. As with everyone he had met through his life. But... really everyone...? Suddenly, a face of Kurusu Akira came to his mind like it did so often in the course of more than four years. What if Akira didn’t lie and really wanted to offer him a place just for him, among them? Damn, Goro wanted to see him... Only he was still to cowardly to finally find him himself...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH

Just give him a moment, Akira.  He may not look like the sort who depends on coffee to live, but when you’re up all night on the computer, reality starts blurring at the edges and sometimes you need a jump-start to your day.

Thanks god it was a Sunday.

Her smile only grew when she read the message in return. She wasn’t sure what possessed her to reply again, be it the silent urging of her Persona or her lewd nature reeling around once more, but she replied once more to his text.

{Text}: Not a problem. If you want any more pictures, just let me know.~

xheister said: good do it