#akimitsu

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Ride-or-Die

[thesarcasticism]

all right i don't even ship them but come ON

[kibu-me]

Happy V-day and Happy P3 Reload release! (ft. a redraw)

[miumiumandoodz]

german shepherd boyfriend or idk

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Hi chat. Here’s my formal Shinjiakimitsu proposal.

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Akihiko Sanada & Mitsuru Kirijo in Persona 3 Reloaded (2024)

[chuckuddin]

Confession

[bruxairacunda]

Still a WIP, but it's my first drawing in digital so I gotta watch a ton of tutorials before coloring (traditional artist here). But as I'm busy and it's going to take (a long) while till I finish it, here you have some AkiShinjiMitsu product of my Persona 3 Reload brainrot

Coming back from Tartarus but Mitsuru of course has to use the time for studying, Akihiko overexerted himself again and Shinji is fed up of Junpei and the fucking camera he always carries around

I miss them so SO much

(Picture I used for reference under the cut)

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

It’s less than fifteen minutes until midnight and the coming of the Dark Hour by the time Mitsuru returns to the dorm. There had been so much that needed to be done– even though she had spent the day working with the members of the school board and the heads of faculty in lieu of attending any classes, the work had still spilled over to wash away the entirety of the evening and much of the night.

Her head feels waterlogged, her thoughts bloated and mired and sluggish.

The moment she steps over the threshold she’s buffeted by a swell of warm familiarity so vast that she has to briefly close her eyes against it. Her chest aches for the feeling, as though she’s finally gasping down air after holding her breath for far too long.

The relief, however, is double-edged. 

When had this place begun to feel more like home than the one she had shared with her father?

Akihiko’s quiet voice nearly startles her out of her skin. She hadn’t noticed him seated on the couch mere meters away, almost directly in front of her. Aragaki sleeps on the other couch with his hat pulled over his eyes, curled loosely around Koromaru. He had also escaped her notice entirely.

The television is on, an old black-and-white monster movie flickering silently over the screen. It casts the room in a cold, watery light that contradicts– but does not conquer– the comfortable atmosphere.

Akihiko is already standing before she has the chance to tell him that he doesn’t need to. He crosses the space between them until he is within arm’s reach, his expression taut with worry as his eyes scan over her face. He clearly has questions– about the future of S.E.E.S., about her own well-being– but he mercifully refrains from asking any of them aloud.

Whatever answers he finds, his entire demeanor softens. She can’t say whether it’s a sign of relief, sorrow, or resigned exhaustion.

Mitsuru nods. How else is she meant to respond? What could she say? ‘It’s good to be back’? The phrase feels cheap and trite even in the privacy of her own mind. It isn’t true, in any case.

It’s better, certainly, to be back here. The best it’s been since she last crossed through those doors in the opposite direction, into the cold, fossilized stillness of the Dark Hour.

But good?

She won’t devalue Akihiko’s sincere concern by offering empty niceties in return.

That feeling– sentimentality so intense as to be painful– threatens to overwhelm her again.

For refraining from asking even such an innocuous question as ‘are you hungry?’ For waiting into the small hours of the night for her return. For being so steadfast, so constant. For being so very much himself.

The words come out sharper than she intends them to, but Akihiko doesn’t flinch.

His tone is soft and kind, and utterly unyielding to any argument. He makes an abortive gesture with his left hand, reconsiders. Then he seems to reconsider again, and reaches out to put that gentle hand on her shoulder. He squeezes lightly, his thumb rolling a small arc. Honestly, she can barely feel it through her winter layers, but even so it’s… grounding. Correct. Safe.

He is, and she does. But–

He seems to anticipate her protest before she can fully articulate it.

Aragaki heaves a long, gusting breath in his sleep, as though even from within the depths of dreaming he can sense Akihiko needling him.

Something inside her unties itself, just a little. Her next breath comes a bit easier, the smothering weight on her chest shrinks by a few grams. The tension dragging at her eyes and mouth weakens slightly.

The measure of her relief is, objectively speaking, miniscule– but it feels immense. Even so, she doesn’t think she’s up to the task of directly addressing Akihiko’s earnest declaration. Not quite yet.

She feels buoyant suddenly, nearly dizzy. The bright surge of elation only lasts a moment, but it’s enough to pull the corners of her mouth minutely upward in a way that has already become so foreign to her.

Akihiko smiles back at her like he’s accomplished a personal mission.

On impulse she reaches up, lays her hand atop his. He isn’t wearing gloves, but Mitsuru is. She can still feel the warmth of his hand despite it.

The television blinks off before either of them have the chance to speak again, plunging them into shadow. The omnipresent hum from the lounge’s electronics peters out into silence as the Dark Hour descends upon them. The timing feels intentional and cruel, nevermind that the passage of time is capable of neither, nor that she had been anticipating it.

She should take this as her cue to retire. She’s so tired, exhausted in a way that sleep never quite seems to relieve. Even that, of course, bears the assumption that Mitsuru will be able to sleep tonight to begin with.

She politely disengages from their contact and excuses herself, thankful when Akihiko steps aside to let her pass without a fuss.

She halts midway up the first set of stairs. Perhaps she had spoken too soon about the fussing. Wordlessly, she turns to face him.

He winces and looks down at his feet, as though he’s mulling carefully over what he wants to say.

There it is again: that sunlight warmth that almost burns against the frigid numbness that’s crystalized around her core. After a week of listening to people offer empty promises of the same thing, it genuinely feels incredible to hear from someone who actually means it and doesn’t have any ulterior motives. Mitsuru manages a miraculous second smile tonight.

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!! P3 SPOILERS !!

I don't think I've seen anyone talk about this line from right after Mitsuru's father dies, and it keeps me up at night

Like this is so incredibly sweet! He just picked her up??? I always imagine Akihiko carrying Mitsuru back to the dorm and comforting her that night 😭💜 He cares so much for her and is so heartbroken when she's grieving.

Sigh... I could write an essay on how Akihiko, who's gone through so much, is ALWAYS the first one to speak up / be there for someone after a death (Ken when he was grieving shinji, junpei & chidori, all the strega deaths etc) but I'll save that for another day

[artsquirrelb]

I think they should all kiss 👉👈

Pls excuse me I think I'm in my villain arc 🫶

(my first OT3 ever pls be gentle 🤣)

[luvthevalley]

i havent posted art on here in literal months anyway happy reload release pls follow my twitter LOL its tabanomi

[ari-blueberry-bloop]

Akihiko 'I love my wife' Sanada

[miumiumandoodz]

Shinji said he wants to watch Homeward Bound again. Mitsuru and Akihiko understand.

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I’ve seen this meme format around constantly and I physically could not rest until I made it my Shinjiakimitsu child

Original

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💖🧡