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The AU where Gojo is actually All Might's California kid that literally no one asked for, including me 🤦♀️
Satoru’s best friend just told him she hates him. Actually, she told him she wanted to go hiking, which is basically the same thing.
There is emphatically nothing he’d like less than being dragged through the parched, dry hills around the Dish on an otherwise perfectly normal Saturday morning free of classes, but Makoto is only in town for two days and he promised her he’d do whatever she liked barring arson and/or more tequila shots.
“Can’t you just get Captain Underpants to go with you?” He throws out as a token protest, staggering into her rental jeep with the darkest shades he owns tossed over his eyes in a desperate attempt to keep his hangover at bay.
He squints at her as she settles in the driver’s seat of her rented death contraption. And why isn’t she hungover, anyway? She had even more to drink than him last night.
“You know his hero name is Captain Celebrity, and please don’t say that where anyone can hear you.” She rolls her eyes as she starts the car. “Until I get a more famous client he’s still my cash cow, and I’d really rather not get fired right now.”
“You couldn’t have picked a worse one.” Satoru snorts, flopping into the passenger seat. “Isn’t he still cheating on the daughter with the stepmom or something?”
“Alleged,” Makoto hisses. “Allegedly cheating. And no, obviously. I wouldn’t still be his publicist if he was that much of an idiot.”
She tries to back out of her spot and almost immediately slides several inches down the heart-palpitation-inducing San Francisco incline he’d parked her on last night. She gives him a look of pure, sheer terror over her steering wheel.
Satoru quickly undoes his seatbelt. “Yeah, okay. Put the parking brake on and switch with me— I’ll drive.”
He has them up and off the worst of Hyde St.’s incline with the undisturbed impassivity of a kid who’s spent his entire driving career wedging himself into tenuous and visibly improbable parking spots all across the bay area. Makoto gives a sigh of relief once they clear the worst of the soaring hills, and actually doesn’t bring up the topic he knows she’s itching to broach until he’s pulling onto the 101.
“You know, I wouldn’t have to bother with Captain Celebrity if someone would just finally agree to be a hero.” Makoto needles him, for the umpteenth time.
He rolls his eyes behind his glasses. “Not happening.” He shoots her down flat.
“You can’t stay in college forever!” She protests.
“What do you mean, forever?” He protests back, offended. “I’m not even twenty-two yet!”
And she makes it sound like he’s wasting his life away going to college or something! As if getting into Stanford isn’t the most snobbish badge of supremacy you can wave around in this damn state!
This is what he gets for saving her all those years ago, he laments. A best friend who nags him over all his life choices. He should have let her just fall from that damned New York skyscraper. Or more realistically, just waited it out and let an actual hero swoop in and save her. It’s not as if there hadn’t been plenty around at the time.
She’d been a twenty-one year-old intern at a prestigious marketing agency caught at the wrong end of a villain takeover, and as far as his mother was concerned he’d been a seventeen year-old ostensibly touring the city for colleges, but in reality had been touring music dive bars more than campuses. They’d immediately bonded over the fact he’d saved her life, but also the indie band shirt he’d been wearing as he’d done it.
Growing up in LA, his only two real options were surfing or surf rock, and he’d chosen to spend more time on the route that wouldn’t lead him to immediate skin cancer. His mom had eventually moved them to San Francisco, but he’d never quite grown out of his SoCal roots. He’d loved music in his last life, and in this life, he’d decided to chill the fuck out and ignore society and all it’s problems, and music seemed as good a way as any to do it. And he was pretty damn good at it, if he did say so himself. His expansive catalog of songs from his last life and eidetic memory made most people call him a genius, even if he rejected the label. So he was a passable— if not prodigal— guitarist, and Makoto had just learned to play the bass herself, so it was really no surprise they’d not only immediately bonded, but immediately decided to make a band together.
Makoto jumping ship and splitting her time between the US and Japan had thrown a bit of a wrench in their rockstar dreams, but they were making it work somehow. And considering he can teleport around the world at will, it’s really not that much of a hindrance.
That does beg the question though, of why Makoto would rather him be a hero than a musician. But he imagines he actually already knows the answer to that.
“How about you stop cleaning up after stupid celebrities, and become a celebrity yourself.” He argues, with a raised brow.
Makoto scoffs. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to break into the music industry?”
With the confidence of several dozen platinum hits spanning several dozen genres sitting pretty in his head, Satoru retorts; “I don’t think that will be a problem for us.”
She laughs him off at first, but then seems to give it genuine thought. “I guess you are pretty enough to have lead singer appeal,” she concedes, uncharitably. “But we haven’t even released an album yet; you have no idea how well it will be received on the charts. Playing little dive bar shows isn’t going to get us anywhere.”
Satoru just shrugs. “Then what’s stopping us? Let’s record an album.”
Makoto just rolls her eyes. “Yeah, sure. Come pop by Japan next weekend, and let’s do it.”
“Sure.” He agrees immediately, making her do a double take. He grins winsomely at her. “What? I’m free next weekend. Why not?”
She just shakes her head in wonder. “Even seeing it multiple times, sometimes I really do still forget you can just… teleport across the world. And stop bullets with your eyeballs.”
“It’s telekinesis,” he corrects, but at this point it’s just rote.
“No, I specifically remember you trying to explain it had something to do with your eyeballs, don’t try to change it up now.” Makoto pokes him in the shoulder— or tries to, but is stopped with his barrier. “And how the hell that’s supposed to even make sense, I have no idea. But you definitely said it.”
Yeah, he probably deserves that for trying to explain his cursed techniques while he’d been several mystery drinks deep at a college frat party. Makoto probably still hasn't forgiven him for dragging her to that madhouse, but in his defense, she’d all but begged him to take her to an American college party in the first place.
“It’s… complicated.” He hedges off. “My eyes just help me understand how to use my powers; they’re not actually what creates my barrier.”
Makoto squints at him suspiciously. “... What’s your mom’s quirk again?”
He chuckles awkwardly. “Oh, she can convert energy from the sun. Mine’s a mutation, obviously.”
“Could just be a strange combination.” Makoto muses. “What did you say your dad’s quirk was?”
“I, uh, have no idea.” Satoru coughs, keeping his eyes on the road in a vaguely panicked manner.
“Shit, that’s right, I’m sorry.” Makoto jolts in her seat, apologetic. “You still haven’t heard anything? I thought your mom said… I mean, they’re not on bad terms, right?”
Frankly, Satoru almost wishes she would continue pestering him about becoming a hero over this particular topic.
“They’re not on bad terms, no.” He hedges off, shifting in his seat. Why couldn’t his best friend have a normal quirk, like fire breathing or water bending? Or anything besides being a human lie detector when he has so much he needs to lie about? “But they don’t talk much. I’m not sure she even knows what his quirk is herself.”
“Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter anyway, your quirk is what it is.” Mercifully, Makoto lets the subject drop. “Even if it makes no damn sense.”
Satoru laughs that off. “Does any quirk ever really make sense, though?”
Makoto just clicks her tongue, then launches into a spirited rant on the laws of quirk science. Satoru breathes a quiet sigh of relief as the conversation devolves into a nonsensical argument on what would be the most useless quirk in history.
One of these days he’s going to have to cave and tell Makoto the truth, but he’d really rather not do it when he’s hungover and facing the prospect of a miserable hike for the next few hours.
//
And to be fair, nothing he said to Makoto was a lie.
His parents aren’t on bad terms. Or rather, they’re not on any terms at all, as he doesn’t think they’ve even spoken once in the twenty-two years he’s been alive in this world. But according to his mom, they hadn’t parted on bad terms. They’d been college sweethearts, and his father had always been honest about his intentions to return to Japan. His mother had been adamant about staying in America and pursuing her own career. They’d split up for practicalities sake, unaware he was already on the way, and his mom looks back on that time of her life fondly.
His mom would go on to have him several months after his father had left the country, and raise him as a single-mother as she built a life for them. His father would go on to be the world’s strongest hero.
His mother had only ever known Yagi Toshinori as All Might, unbeatable and unbreakable, with a quirk so strong it would have him going down in history as one of the strongest heroes of all time. As far as she— and the rest of the world knew— he had some kind of strengthening quirk.
But Satoru had seen him before, on one of his trips back to Japan. It had been from a distance, as he’d taken down a villain to the delight of the cheering crowds around him, but it had been enough for Satoru’s Six Eyes to see his quirk wasn’t quite as straightforward as the strengthening ability listed on his hero profile. All Might’s core— where most humans had a swirling mass of plus alpha energy— was as empty as Satoru’s. Satoru was quirkless because his father, All Might, had been born quirkless. The quirk All Might had now must have been given to him when he was older, growing around that empty space and spreading through his body almost like a parasite. Or a curse. Satoru honestly couldn’t tell.
Satoru honestly didn’t care.
He has no opinion on All Might, or what choices he may or may not have made to wield the power he has.
When he was much younger, and saw how much his mother struggled to raise him on her own without help, he would resent him a bit for leaving her on her own like this. But his adult mind could understand the logic in both his parents’ motivations. They both made their own choices, and did what they thought was right with only care and consideration for each other.
And it’s not as if Satoru’s childhood was lacking in any capacity.
Actually, his childhood was awesome.
To be entirely honest, he doubts he would have wanted All Might around even if that was possible. He can’t imagine a better way to grow up than the way he did, rocking out in the garage with his mom on the weekends, surfing in the mornings (with adequate sunscreen), skating from school to the skatepark in the afternoons, and having the complete and utter autonomy only a latchkey kid could have. His mom did what she could to make sure he grew up comfortably and well-cared for, and that included putting in long hours at work that had him on his own for most of the week. It was the best. There were no rules against using quirks in America— someone finally got their act together on personal bodily autonomy and all that— so he’d use his ‘quirk’ to teleport himself all across the world in his spare time. As long as he was back by dinner time, his mom didn’t need to know if he decided to spend the afternoon wandering the streets of Seoul in search of the best hotteok.
He tried to keep his excursions on the down low, and keep his grades up and his nose out of trouble. While he adored his freedom, he never wanted to worry his mom. She was honestly too good for this world— and for him too, if he was being honest. The least he could do is be as good of a son as possible.
Well, he can try to be as good of a son as possible. As it stands, the majority of his chaotic existence usually gets in the way of that.
“Oh, Sacchan, you’re home already?” His mother peers out of her office, thick, horn-rimmed glasses making her purple eyes look comically large on her face as she pokes her head over the wall. “Where’s Makoto-chan?”
“Probably on the plane already, unless it got delayed.” He tosses his keys into the basket by the front door, toeing off his shoes.
She frowns at him. “You drove her to SFO, right? Don’t tell me you let her go by herself!”
He rolls his eyes. “She had a rental car to drop off, ya know. But yeah, I drove her from the rental place to her terminal.”
Not that she deserved the consideration, after dragging him on a hike of all damn things yesterday. They’d just stayed out the whole night drinking beforehand, what madwoman does that?
She gets up out of her chair, stretching her arms over her head as her hapless bun spills silver-white hair over her shoulders. “She’s such a nice girl,” his mother enthuses, as she cracks her neck. “I wish you’d bring more of your friends around, Sacchan. Your poor mother worries.”
“I’m in college now, mom.” He rolls his eyes. “We don’t really bring our friends around to meet our parents.”
More to the point, he wouldn’t want to anyway. College boys are emphatically the worst, and his mom is a very pretty woman. That’s just asking for trouble. And beyond that, he doesn’t have anyone at school he’d feel close enough to introduce her to anyway. He has plenty of people in his orbit to pair up with in labs, hang around the quad with while he’s killing time between classes, or drag to various house parties, but those are superficial bonds at best.
He’s a young, handsome boy who surfs and skateboards and is good at all sports and plays rock music and still ranks at the top of his class; suffice it to say, he’s never wanted for friends or popularity. But he’s also a full grown man living through a second life; he has very little in common with the people in his age group. It’s gotten better now that he’s a full-fledged adult again, but he still tends to find the petty struggles of his fellow undergrads to be a bit pedantic.
“You never brought any around in highschool either.” His mother laments. “Sacchan, you’re not embarrassed over your mother, are you?”
“Not at all.” He protests, then adds, because he doesn’t want to worry her, “I just don’t want people knowing exactly where I live. They seem nice enough, but you never really know with people these days.”
He says it to assure her that he’s a perfectly well-adjusted and well-liked kid who has plenty of deep and genuine friendships (entirely untrue) but only serves to worry her even more.
She frowns at him, eyes downcast. “Oh, Satoru,” she says, in a sad tone that automatically has him lurching forward to comfort her. “I know things with your father are… complicated, but I never wanted to make you feel like you had to hide yourself from the world. I want to keep you safe, but I want you to have fun too, you know?”
“Yes, I know.” He rushes to reassure her. “And I do have fun— you know I do! You came to my show just last week!”
His mother gives him a watery smile. “Yes, and your bandmate Kenji nearly started a bar fight, and the crowds got so unruly that the fire department got called in.”
“That guy deserved to be slapped around a bit.” He returns, unapologetic. “And the fire department was just there to make sure we stayed under capacity— we weren’t causing any trouble!”
“No trouble, he says, when the cops were still called by the end of the night.” She teases him.
He rolls his eyes. He can’t control whether or not two drunks decide to get in a brawl over baby mama drama outside the venue, that was totally not his fault. And also probably not the best show to take his mom to, but it was one of the few local performances they’ve ever done, and she was always making noises about finally seeing his band play in person. Unsurprisingly having two bandmates that live across the ocean and one that hops between two countries means they rarely play shows on this side of the Pacific, and he still hasn’t found a way to admit to her that his teleportation radius is a lot larger than he’d originally told her as a five year-old manifesting his ‘quirk’.
“Cops or not, it was still a good time.” He grins, adamantly.
“It was indeed a good time.” She nods, grinning back. She leans up to pat his cheek. “You looked like you were really enjoying yourself up there, Satoru. I always knew you’d be a star.”
“It was a weekday performance at a local bar, I would hardly call myself a star.” He protests, helplessly.
Her eyes twinkle behind her glasses. “Maybe not yet.”
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Yes the title is from All Star by Smashmouth 😂 this fic has the most millennial playlist I've ever made
Conan, running through a crowded train, dodging passersby while simultaneously texting five people and micromanaging yet another fake homicide: Akai I need you to go throw a grenade at your ex and also Kaitou Kid.
Akai, three traincars away, who's been waiting his entire life to hear those words: Say less.
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Akam watching QATAR WORLD CUP. I just know they do. I bet Rei was mocking Shuuichi for the defeat of USA, only to realise he actually cheers for England.
Since Japan lost, and England was still going, Rei kicked Shuuichi out of the bed (or the house?). Now that England is out of the championship too, they’re both drinking their asses off, just dying silently. Just depressed.
!slight spoilers for DetCo movie 26 (regarding character interaction)!
The tension between Akai and Furuya??? I'm used to those two basically being a divorced couple but Akai IMMEDIATELY starting to flirt right after noticing Rei is in that damn call as well and Furuya jumping on by praising him and THEN THEY USE THEIR OLD CODENAMES??????? Lemme live, bro.
Right, so. Akai and Rei, and what makes them so fascinating to me.
First of all, go check out this post by @the-red-thread-that-strangles about the whole lone wolf stereotype that Akai seems to be written as (and how it doesn't fit him at all, but actually fits Rei instead). The Rei section isn't a connection I had made and it really just fuels my thoughts even further.
Onto my thoughts. Let's start with the similarities between them.
You have two men that are undercover cops working (or who previously worked, in Akai's case) inside the Organization.
Their motivations for doing so, at least to start, are the deaths of a loved one: Tsutomu for Akai, and Elena for Rei (Akai's father, and something of a mother figure for Rei). (And the fact that Elena is actually Akai's aunt is another fascinating detail that further entwines Akai and Rei's stories.)
They both experience the death of another loved one at the Organization's hands in the more-present day that leads them on even more of a revenge quest: Akemi, killed by Gin, and Hiro, who killed himself three years ago to protect his loved ones, Rei included. Both Akemi and Hiro are traitors to the Organization (at least, that's how the Organization sees them; the argument can be made that neither of them are traitors because neither of them wanted to be loyal to the Organization in the first place).
They are both skilled detectives, fighters (with differing specialties), and marksmen (though we don't know how Rei does with long-range). Both are mixed race (half or more Japanese).
And they both have canine-themed "nicknames" for each other. Rei refers to Akai as an FBI dog in the Mystery Train arc, and Akai refers to Rei as a wolf on two occasions: towards the end of Scarlet Return and at the very end of file 1150 (the second most recent case as of writing this post). (Part of this goes back to Iris' Lone Wolf post, but there's more depth there that I'll bring up in a bit, because how they refer to each other is notable.)
(They both tried to save Hiro the night he died, and they both failed. And it's a failure that eats at both of them. I'm not sure that entirely fits the point of this post, but it's worth noting.)
So unless I've forgotten something (which is entirely possible, as I didn't make an outline and I'm mostly writing this off the top of my head), that's it for similarities.
As for the differences, there are many. To keep things as simple as possible, I'll try to follow the same order as much as I can.
Family:
Akai obviously has many family members brought up throughout the manga: his father, Tsutomu, killed by the Organization when he was young. Elena, his aunt, and her husband, Atsushi, also killed around the same time as Tsutomu. Akemi, killed by Gin in basically present-day.
But he also has several living family members: Shiho (who he doesn't know is his cousin), his mother, Shuukichi and Masumi, all of whom are relatively important to the story.
On the other side of things, you have Rei, who has never had any family mentioned. The closest argument you can make is 1) Elena as a pseudo-mother (which is how I see their relationship, because I don't buy into him being "in love" with her, when he's like 11-12 years old), Hiro, his best friend/possible brother figure, or the other WPS who could be see as brothers as well. None of those are biological family, and even within the story, none of them are referred to as family.
And, notably, they're all dead. Rei does not have any living family members (or family-adjacent people) that have ever been brought up in the story. The most we know is that he's half-Japanese. Presumably, his father is Japanese (due to his family name being Furuya) and his mother is foreign. That's all we've got.
(Obviously most of this is, again, brought up in Iris' post. I felt it was worth reiterating here, as I'm using it for contrast.)
Work:
Within the Organization, Akai, then known as Rye, was a sniper (we're told he's the best, at least in M26; this may have also been brought up in the manga). I don't believe we're ever told if he doesn't anything besides the sniper gig, but I may have forgotten. Either way, his primary function is as a killer.
His identity got exposed two years prior to canon, so he left, and only recently returned to Japan. While he doesn't often work in an FBI capacity directly (due to having faked his death), when he does, there's usually some sniping involved.
As for his role within the FBI, he doesn't seem to have any sort of elevated position. James is his supervisor (even if he mostly does what he wants, rather than following orders), and he works with the team of James, Jodie and Camel (and occasionally other unimportant FBI agents, when it's specifically relevant to a case, such as the FBI serial murders). He, as far as we're aware, is not anyone's boss.
And then there's Rei, aka Bourbon, who works in reconnaissance. Gin, Kir, and other Organization agents liken him to Holmes with how effective of a detective he is, to the point that they seem to be a bit scared of him. He's the one going around disguised as Akai (by his own choice, but with Vermouth help, so she must have given some sort of approval) to investigate whether he's really dead. He's the one with a long-term undercover assignment as Amuro to first look for Sherry, and then look into Shinichi.
So Bourbon has more of a "brainy" role versus Rye's "brawn," if you want to look at it as like a spectrum.
As for Furuya Rei, he has at least one subordinate: Kazami. He has other men that have worked with him, but we don't know their specific roles within the PSB. He does take orders from Kuroda, but we don't really know Kuroda's place within the PSB, either (he's superintendent over the MPD, but, structurally, I'm not sure that also puts him over the NPA-PSB as well). Rei has an actual leadership role (and not just because people follow him), and is usually the one giving orders when Kuroda's not involved.
Appearance:
Akai is a black-haired, pale-skinned man whose usual outfit (as himself) is a black leather jacket, a dark navy shirt, and brown(?) pants. He rarely deviates from this when not in disguise as Okiya.
Rei is a blond-haired, dark-skinned man whose usual outfit (for work) in a grey suit, white shirt, and teal tie. Sometimes the tie color changes, and only once has the rest of the suit changed when he's working in PSB capacity. One a couple of occasions, when he's home alone, he's been seen wearing a white t-shirt.
So they do even have the whole contrasting dark/light motif going on. (Although whether they actually fit what you normally expect from that is another story entirely. Hint: they don't.
And argument could be made for yin and yang, however, which I feel is much more fitting for them. Opposite but complementary, two halves of a whole.
...although that may just be getting into soulmatism. Which isn't really what this is about, but hey. If the shoe fits.)
Dogs:
Rei calls Akai 'FBI dog'. Akai calls Rei 'wolf'.
This is actually very interesting to me because it's sort of the opposite 'nickname' of what you'd expect looking at them surface-level.
Dogs are domesticated. They're loyal, can be trained to follow rules, generally friendly and outgoing, and are generally beloved to the point where we have a whole 'dog people' thing.
Wolves are wild animals. They are untrained, undomesticated, and, due to being, you know, wild animals, are a bit more unpredictable. There's a whole genre of horror that focuses on people who turn into dangerous wolves (werewolves).
So, based on that, you'd look surface-level and think that the one who Rei gets angry about working outside of his jurisdiction (doesn't follow rules, 'undomesticated'), who stalks his prey on account of being a sniper, who the Organization isn't necessarily afraid of, but certainly they're wary -- you'd think that person would be the wolf.
And you'd look at the ideas we're present with Rei and think 'definitely dog.' He doesn't like that Akai breaks the rules, so he must follow them pretty rigidly. He seems to be very well-liked, and he acts very friendly a lot of the time. And he's very loyal to his master (his country, which he loves so much).
But the thing is that that's just surface-level, and doesn't actually describe them all that well. They have it right with what they call each other (because they actually know each other far too well, definitely better than most other people know them).
Akai may break the rules he doesn't care about, but he has his own set of internal rules that he follows, and those generally seem to be mostly about protecting the ones he cares for, which is a circle that has grown fairly huge within the series these days (can refer back to Iris' post here again). Nearly everybody he comes into contact with loves him. Yukiko even calls him Shuu-chan, for crying out loud, and he doesn't seem to object to it. And Vermouth calls him a Silver Bullet - the thing that kills (were)wolves. He is the very essence of a dog when you get past the "Lone Wolf" stereotype he got incorrectly saddled with.
And Rei? He may complain about Akai's rulebreaking, but he's even worse. He's the one stealing keys and breaking into a civilian home to confront Akai. His Amuro persona is beloved (and I guess Kazami might care a little about him), but that's just a mask he wears to get people to like (and more importantly, trust) him. He's the one more liable to snap and bite someone (metaphorically; he's not likely to literally bite someone in canon). And speaking of stalking prey - that's exactly what he's been doing to Akai for months.
So Akai is, in fact, the dog, and Rei's the wolf, despite what they seem to present to other people.
Personality:
So, like I said before, light and dark don't really fit them because rather than being dark/light themed in like personality or personal principles, they're both pretty grey. But you know what does fit them? Fire and ice. (And it's complicated. We'll get to that.)
Akai's the ice, with his Cool Guy personality. He keeps his emotions locked up tight, and rarely shows anything deeper than completely mild. He doesn't even smile that often (so it's notable when he does), and doesn't seem to like to talk about the important things, only sharing bits of himself when it's necessary, even to those closest to him. He is patient on account of being a sniper.
And Rei is all fire. He's prone to violent, angry outbursts (especially when it comes to Akai). He's impatient (though a lot of that falls back to Akai being a problem for him; he's a lot less chaotic when Akai isn't involved). In the past, we're shown that he warms to people pretty quickly (he made friends with Hiro during a time when Hiro wouldn't even talk to him yet, and he and Matsuda beat the hell out of each other and then shared their tragic backstories and became besties. It didn't take much for him to warm to Elena, Date and Hagi, either).
Now, here's where it gets complicated. In present day, Rei doesn't warm to people easily. The most notable connection he's made is with Conan, which didn't start off as him being fond of the kid, but rather curious about him. The fondness came later. (And it's very one-sided, but that's beside the point.) He just doesn't make those connections anymore, partially due to being undercover, but also probably due to having lost everyone he loves. So, in that respect, it seems like he's someone warm who became cold.
And then Akai, someone who is generally cold, but has his moments where it seems like he's warming up. He took to Conan quickly, and aside from him, Rei is one of the few people that gets him to smile (if we set aside the Okiya persona). A cold person, who becomes warmer around the right people.
Soulmatism. Complementary opposites.
I think that's everything I wanted to bring up, but feel free to bring up other stuff. I just think they're neat.
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i forget akai facts frequently, but his "わからん" in response to conan asking him where amuro-san is (m20, while they're hiding from the BO's shots), will always live rent free in my head
Thinking about how Akai kept Bourbon’s existence a secret from the FBI for years and it was Kir who ended up telling them.
About the way Akai heard someone was running around with his face and decided to investigate… and then just watched while Bourbon stole a guy’s phone and solved the case.
(About how Bourbon was so convinced Akai couldn’t be dead at Kir’s hand that he used such a drastic measure to confirm his theory, despite the risk to his life since Gin had no idea what he was doing.)
(About how Akai went out of his way to show his real face to Bourbon on the train, letting Bourbon know for sure he’s still alive. Almost like he wanted Bourbon to find him.)
About how he still hasn’t told Rei what really happened on the roof that night (as far as we know), despite the fact that it would probably get Rei to back off of him a little bit.
About the way Akai smiles at Rei despite the gun in his face, like this is fun to him. Something to smile about.
About how Akai trusted Rei to get himself out of Gin’s hands, as long as he caused a little distraction. How he wasn’t worried that Rei would die in that warehouse.
How he wasn’t surprised when Rei showed up on top of the Ferris wheel, and how he let the fight happen despite knowing he could end it any time he wanted.
(How Rei stopped immediately when Akai signaled.)
About how Akai knows which face Rei’s wearing by the tone of his voice.
(The way Rei is just a bit more civil to him, a bit more accepting of his shenanigans by then.)
For one, he's eerily calm at most times, for two, he's way too capable so the situations where he has to get serious are few and far between and for three, he's a terrible simp for Rei
Rei pointed a presumably loaded gun at him and Akai almost wagged his tail in happiness, so-
Y'all really have no clue what a true ship is until you have experienced Akai Shuuichi x Furuya Rei. Truly. I can't say it enough. They make me insane.
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I do love that the title of Ch. 677, the Scar Akai/Bourbon introduction case, is 運命の人, i.e. soulmate. If you google 運命の人, all you'll get is articles about meeting your (romantic) soulmate, about whether soulmates really exist, etc.
And then the official Viz English translates it as "A Twist of Fate":
Meanwhile, unofficial translations are slightly better but literally translate the individual words instead of translating the whole term itself:
C'mon guys. Call Bourbon a soulmate. Don't be shy now.
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