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pink-imagines · 5 years ago

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anything for you

request: Bakugou wrangling his rowdy children?

a/n: so i made this into a whole other thing but it still has the basis of what you wanted, so i hope this is okay!

warnings: none (unless you don’t like kids, idk?)

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You could hear the shouting and laughter as soon as you got out of your car to walk up to your house. A smile graced your lips as you hurried inside to not get too wet by the rain. Once inside you hung up your jacket on a hook and took off your shoes before you walked inside. When you walked into the kitchen your smile grew even wider at the sight in front of you. Katsuki was trying to make dinner as your oldest child, Kimiko, was playing around with her newfound quirk along with her younger twin brothers, Ryuji and Ryo.

Kimiko was almost identical to her father, in both looks and quirk. Tiny sparks were flying from her hands as she ran around Katsuki’s legs. Ryuji and Ryo were running after the best they could after their big sister, but they really stood no chance.

“Oi! Stop that!”, Katsuki shouted at them, “You’re gonna get yourself hurt, Kimi! We can practice after dinner!”

“It’s pouring outside, so I wouldn’t recommend it.”, you chuckled and revealed yourself to be home.

“Shi-”, he stopped himself, “You’re home already?”

“Sorry, should I have stayed at work longer?”, you joked and walked into his arms so he could embrace you.

“No, no... I wanted to surprise you with dinner, baby.”, he said softly and kissed the top of your head.

“Thank you, honey, but I really don’t mind helping.”, you smiled and gave his lips a quick kiss.

“Eww!”, Kimiko exclaimed, her brothers immitating her shortly after.

“Hello to you too, darling.”, you said and crouched down to your daughter, “You didn’t bug your dad too much when I was gone, did you?” You and Katsuki had a schedule; he worked one day, you worked the other and once a week you both stayed home.

“Nope! I practiced my quirk too!”, she grinned.

“That’s great, Kimi.”, you smiled and kissed her forehead.

“Can I show you later?”, she asked.

“Maybe tomorrow? It’s raining a lot outside, and you know you can’t use your quirk inside.”, you told her softly.

“Okay!”, she nodded.

“Can you take care of your brothers while dad and I make dinner?”, you ask her, which she nodded to. Kimiko walked out of the kitchen along with her brothers after you had said hello to them too.

“How do you do it?”, Katsuki chuckled as you stood back up.

“Just bribe them with TV and their fine for a few hours.”, you shrugged and went over to the kitchen island to keep chopping up what Katsuki had started, “So, what are we making?”

Once dinner was ready you all sat down and had dinner like a normal family. It had been a while, usually it only happened once a week when both you and Katsuki gets home.

When dinner was finished and you had helped Katsuki do the dishes the two of you tucked the kids into bed. Ryo and Ryuji were surprisingly easy to put to bed tonight... unlike Kimiko. Katsuki had gone to bed after getting the boys to fall asleep, so it was your job to tuck Kimiko in.

“Kimi, honey, you need to sleep.”, you muttered to her tiredly.

“But I don’t wanna.”, she yawned, “I wanna practise with daddy.”

“Daddy also needs to sleep, darling.”, you put a few strands of hair behind her ear, “You can practise tomorrow morning.”

“Then... can I sleep with you so we can get up early?” The thought of getting up early on your day off with Katsuki almost scared you, but you couldn’t say no to the adoreable face of your daughter.

“Fine, c’mere.”, you lifted her up and carried her to your’s and Katsuki’s bedroom, quietly not to wake Ryo and Ryuji.

Katsuki was in bed with a book when you got inside, the sheets covering his legs but not his bare torso. The sight gave you a warm, but tired smile.

“I see you’ve brought a visitor.”, he smiled and put down his book on the bedside table so that he could take Kimiko in his arms.

“She wants to wake us up early in the morning.”, you chuckled and gave Kimiko over to Katsuki. He sighed as you walked around to the other side of the bed.

“Well then, the princess gets what she wants.”, Katsuki kissed Kimiko’s forehead, making her let out a quiet giggle. Katsuki put your daughter between you two in the middle of the bed. Both of you cuddled up next to your daughter and fixed the sheets.

“Goodnight, my girls.”, Katsuki whispered after he had turned off the bedside lamp.

“Night night, dad.”, Kimiko whispered back.

“Goodnight.”, you kissed the top of Kimiko’s head before leaning over her to kiss your husband.

You woke up to an empty bed and the smell of something good cooking in the kitchen. The sun had managed to find it’s way through the blinds and got right in your eye. You moved around for a bit before eventually just deciding to get out of bed.

Suddenly, Katsuki walked in through the door.

“Thought I heard shuffling in here, guess I was right.”, he smiled, “Goodmorning, baby.” He walked up to you and embraced you in a hug, which you responded to by hugging him back.

“Goodmorning.”, you took a deep breath to take in his scent. His shampoo, which you loved the smell of, and what was smelling so good in the kitchen.

“Are you making me breakfast?”, you smiled against his chest.

“Yes, so don’t go into the kitchen yet.”, he kissed the top of your head, “I want it to be a surprise, so if you could go back to bed I’d appreciate it.”

“Okay, okay.”, you chuckled, “I’ll go take a shower and then I’ll pretend to fall asleep again, sound good?”

“Sounds great.”, he nodded.

“Are the kids alright? Have they eaten yet?”, you asked softly.

“Yeah, I let them eat breakfast while watching TV... you were definietly right about that, they’ve been completely quiet.”, he said, “They’re completely glued to the screen.”

“Just don’t take advantage of this now.”, you giggled.

“I won’t.”, he smiled and started walking out the door, “Take your shower while they’re distracted.”

“Alright. Thank you, Katsuki.”, you smiled.

“Don’t worry about it, honey.”, he smiled back.

When he closed the door you stood still for a while. You thought about how much he had changed. How he was like during your time in UA, where you had first met. Sure, Katsuki still had his moments but he was never aggressive or rude towards you or the kids. Something in him had changed, for the better. A smile made it’s way on your lips and you hurried your way to the shower.

As soon as you put on one of Katsuki’s shirts, that you liked to steal, and had gotten into bed the door opened.

“Goodmorning momma!”, Kimiko ran in along with her brothers.

“Hey, hey, hey!”, Katsuki exclaimed as they ran around his legs.

“Mom, we made you breakfast!”, Ryo exclaimed and got up on the bed, though he couldn’t pronounce “r” so it sounded more like a “w” when he said breakfast. He engulfed you in a hug and soon enough your two other children came running over the soft bed.

“Oh my goodness! Thank you!”, you smiled wide as they all piled on top of you.

“Dad made pancakes!”, Ryuji grinned, showing off the few teeth he got.

“Then I’m sure they’re delicious.”, you looked up at Katsuki and smiled.

“I helped too!”, Kimiko said proudly, “I poured in the flour and the milk!”

“Then I’m sure they’re even better than usual.”, you nuzzled her nose with your own. You looked back at Katsuki, who was putting the tray on the bedside table. The sun hit his skin in a way that almost made him glow and when he looked at you with that beautiful smile your heart absolutely melted.

“It’s a beautiful day outside! Why don’t you kids go to the backyard and play for a bit?”, you said kindly.

“Okay!”, they all answered at the same time and started running out.

“Don’t play around with your quirk when we’re not there, Kimi!”, Katsuki shouted after her and she gave him a thumbs up in response.

“And don’t forget to put on your coats!”, you added.

For as long as you could, you looked at your kids running to the back porch to go out to the yard. When you couldn’t see them anymore you shifter your gaze towards Katsuki instead. You stared at him with a content look on your face for a while, until he noticed you.

“What are you looking at?”, he chuckled and got into bed, getting the tray as soon as he had settled.

“Just the most wonderful human being on the earth.”, you smiled.

“Oh, stop being cheesy and eat your food.”, he scoffed, but you could see the hint of a blush striking his cheeks and the smile on his lips that didn’t seem to fade. The two of you ate in silence, it was a warm and welcoming silence, and you felt your entire body relax. As if you had taken a deep breath after being under water for too long. You scooched over to Katsuki and rested your head on his shoulder once you had eaten your breakfast and he lifted away the tray.

“Thank you.”, you whispered.

“Anything for you.”, he whispered back.

“We should get to the backyard.”, you sighed.

“Just a minute...”, he kissed from your temple, to your cheek, down to your jaw and left small sweet pecks on the side of your neck.

“Katsuki...”, you laughed tiredly.

“Just one more minute, please.”, he whispered and finally kissing your lips. You turned your body towards him before falling down on your back onto the bed. He followed your every move, never breaking the kiss. The thin silver chain he always wore around his neck lightly carressed your neck and jaw.

“Mommy, could you help me with my jacket?”, Ryuji walked into the bedroom, jacket and shoes on.

“Fu-”, you stopped yourself, “Coming, honey! Don’t walk in with your shoes, please!” You gave Katsuki an apologetic look before hurrying after your child.

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ryuijsakamoto · 5 years ago

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I just would like to take a moment to talk about my fave headcanons i have for all the characters

Akira:

he is the most OVER DRAMATIC bitch on this earth

he definitely did theatre at some point in his life

after his arrest he sometimes gets really nervous and has trouble conveying his words. he stumbles over them and cant convey his point well

ann and haru like to braid his hair sometimes

when he was younger he faked not being able to see so he could get glasses, it didnt work tho

so hence now he wears fashion glasses

he had braces in middle school

there is One(1) picture of middle school akira. One

he 1000000000% believes in ghosts and has since he was a child

aliens though? not real.

takes lots of selfies when he moves back and sends them to his friends often

biggest flirt but if u flirt back with him he. Dies cannot talk his face is fully red and hes hiding behind his hands

takes every opportunity to visit his friends

claims hes not a sap but futuba swears she saw him crying over a handwritten thank you card from ‘’that one arcade kid names the kind or smth’’

Ryuji:

when he was a kid he has a fluffy mess of hair similar to akiras and it was the cutest thing ever

he needs reading glasses but no one knows because hes embarrassed by them

he likes to doodle on papers, hes not an artist but he likes to make dorky quick drawings in the corner of his paper

he has trouble focuing sometimes and likes to tap his foot silently or draw lines on paper to help him focus

calls yusuke and akira pretty boy by habit, it started as teasing but then it just became a Habit

he keeps every gift his friends give him and therye very dear to him

he has akira help him dye his hair

when one of his friends is gone / in danger he doesnt dye his hair again until he knows theyre safe

his mom sewed his purple jacket for him herself

he likes to cook and bake

he hold his bros..bro come cuddle me...he very affectionate with his friends and casually touches like hugs, hands over shoulders, etc.

sings to himself when hes alone

Ann:

she has a pretty popular instagram account

she has really bad handwriting

like ryuji, very affectionate

she loves beanies and wears them especially in the snow

likes to make pointless arguments with ryuji sometimes, stuff like is water wet?

likes to curl her hair over breaks, thinks it looks cute

she loves to watch sappy romance and drama shows / movies

she stress eats

hates when people attack her friends on her instagram

she has pet fish

she picked up gardening from haru, its only a small plants and she forgets to water it sometimes but shes trying her best

Yusuke:

he is secretly a sucker for cutely decorated sweets

he had a small anime phase, not that he told madarame, but he has a box full of his old anime drawings and he will Never show them to anyone

he, like ryuji, sometimes drawes in the corners of his papers

unlike ryuji his are more detailed n not as dorky, its usually a detailed flower pattern or something of the sorts

he straightens and dyes his hair

his room? full of art pieces and posters u cannot see his original walls

he always has his phone on dnd and forgets to check it for days sometimes

he has 5 pairs of the same shirt, each one for a different occasions (they all look the same though...we dont ask why)

when he gets too worried over his art and stuff usually his friends will drag him out of his room and make him go eat with them

his friends pictures in his phones are hand-drawn little sketches he did

when hes concentrating really hard he puts his bangs into a ponytail so they dont fall in his face

so clumsy. he trips over everything

Makoto:

got through school before highschool without having to study

is not good with change

loves cute plushies and clothes

is Tired please give her a break

when Sae notices shes overexerting herself she makes sure to leave some of makotos favorite food and a small note for makoto on her bed

she just loves her sister very much

actually really likes spicy foods

u mention around her youre having trouble in school? not getting enough rest? forgot your lunch? Mom Mode Makoto activated

when shes alone she can curse up a storm

likes to play poker

is really good at talking to people and keeping up frienships

after highschool she is always busy u wanna hangout? she has 2 available days for the next 5 months

Futuba:

she has braces. she despises them

a very picky eater

sometimes she falls back into her old habits of hiding and isolating herself, when that happens shes learned to text someone and they sit outside her door and talk to her untill shes feeling better

cries easily, especially over characters and shows

has a phantom thieves fan account

when morgana and akira move away she gets a cat plushy because she misses her friends

shows everyone so many fun online things, discord? they have s discord gc because of her

akira has to remind her to drink water and fix her posture too much

wants to cosplay

shes really nervous for her first day of school but joker texts her all throughout the day even if he got in trouble for it

surprisingly a morning person

Haru:

she Runs on caffeine

likes to spoil her friends, yusuke spent all his money again? heres enough to get home and also buy a 3 course meal

works at a plant shop even though she doesnt really need to because she loves being around plants

plays piano and cello

touch starved pls hug her PLEASE

likes to fish

cutest laugh please protect her

also dabbled in acting, though hers was more classical stuff like shakespear

she loves golf and swimming

knows how to fight and will do so if needed

she bullet journals

Akechi (in general + if he got to stay with the pt):

actually doesnt have a strong opinion on pancakes, just was really feeling like eating pancakes that day when he overheard morgana

he loves the praise he gets but the spotlight is exhausting

shido told him long hair didnt look good on him once so now he refuses to cut it out of spite

loves to watch gordan ramsey, thinks its hilarious

Bottles up his emotions like crazy

actually really caring towards his friends, always checking up on them and making sure theyre taking care of themselves

loves shit talking his dad, esp with ryuji haru and yusuke who join him and shit talk their own father figures

he wears colored contacts

writes poetry, no one knows this though

cannot back down from a bet, tell him that he wont eat that spoonful of wasabi? hes choking it down with tears but at least he proved you wrong

kinda very incredibly petty

a big fan of mythology, he looked into it after getting his loki persona

loves movie dates with the phantom theives

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lilyhoshikawa · 5 years ago

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Futaba headcanons master post time >:3c

Much credit to @a-missing-ache for talking to me a bunch about this girl so I could put this together~! Many of the ideas here were either ideas she had that I adopted, or things that came up in conversation with her.

- Autistic trans girl with depression, PTSD, and psychosis. Experiences paranoid delusions and visual and auditory hallucinations prior to her arc in the game. Prone to suicide idealization and intrusive thoughts. Susceptible to self-harm if her self-hatred goes unchecked.

- Some of her main special interests are computers, video games, and anime. She gets extremely hyperfixated on games that she really likes and will play them basically nonstop. She’ll play Animal Crossing for a full day if someone isn’t there to cut in and stop her.

- The coat she wears in winter is her favorite, it’s a very good texture stim and she likes to rub her face against the fluffy bit at the top. She also likes to stim with arm flaps or kicking her leggies, but she gets nervous about doing this in public.

- She wears her headphones pretty much all the time as a sensory tool. Often times she won’t have anything playing, but the headphones have a noise-cancelling mode that she leaves it on most of the time to avoid sensory overload and feel safer. She basically only takes them off if they need to charge or she knows it’s safe to. She panics when they run out of battery, but she has an additional pair of wired headphones to use when her main pair is charging. She has basically the longest battery life she could get on her wireless headphones, but since she frequently passes out at random times without turning them off or plugging them in they still die fairly frequently on her. She can’t go to sleep without some headphones on playing white noise or a podcast or quiet music from a video game.

- She goes nonverbal fairly frequently, and typically makes use of texting to communicate with others instead. If she’s alone, she’ll often call one of the other thieves (Ren most often) to have them talk to her and ground her, and sometimes speak for her if need be. After her initial arc, Sojiro learns about her texting thing and gets help from Ren with learning how to use a phone to text and starts using it to text her when she needs to.

- Sojiro’s curry is her staple food, and she eats it pretty much at least once a day for the most part.

- She’s a big coffee drinker, and she takes it black. Sojiro previously would make her a cup in the morning and bring some back from his work when he came home at night, with her leaving the room to make her own cup during the afternoon. She finds drinking it relaxing.

- Prior to meeting the Phantom Thieves, she experienced fairly regular hallucinations and delusions, often being convinced that her mother was in her room or was out to get her somehow. She would hear her mother talking to her or see her appear in her room and usually leave in a panic if she could manage to get up. Sojiro did his best to help her but really didn’t have the tools to understand what she was going through. After her Palace, she gains the confidence to be open with him about her experiences and is eventually put on medication to help with them. It doesn’t make it stop entirely, but becomes far less frequent and allows her to live a more normal life.

- She’ll sometimes have panic attacks which usually result in her laying in bed for awhile experiencing suicidal thoughts until they go away, but as time goes on she learns to manage these attacks a lot better, and avoid hurting herself or letting her intrusive thoughts run wild.

- Part of her shyness and social anxiety comes from a mix of autism, dysphoria, and a general lack of experience being out in the world. She’s easily startled and frightened and usually still needs someone to go with her any time she leaves the house. She likes to make herself small, which is why she frequently sits the way she does, and a lot of times she’ll just sit down on the floor, because she likes it there. She’ll frequently ask others to stop if she’s in too noisy of an area and begins to experience sensory overload, sit down on the floor in a quieter place somewhere and recharge.

- After the Hawaii trip, Ren decides to do video calls with Futaba sometimes so he can show her where he is or what he’s doing when she’s not feeling able to go outside that day. If she doesn’t want to show her face, she holds up a plushie or Morgana in front of her end of the screen instead.

- Part of her social anxiety is with presenting well in public, having fits of big dysphoria, and she’s pretty self-conscious about her voice, so she likes to do the texting thing a lot when she gets nervous and also just speak quietly sometimes, especially if it’s with Ren.

- She retains an issue with eating normally and still has a hard time convincing herself to eat sometimes, and will skip meals on occasion. She has a habit of texting one of the Thieves and asking them for permission to get a snack or a meal, and they always immediately tell her it’s okay, and that confirmation is enough for her. Sojiro sometimes takes her and Ren out for ice cream as a family bonding experience and she loves it. It was meant to be a one-off celebration after she recovered but she loved it so much Sojiro decided he had to make it a regular thing.

- She’s prone to taking depression naps, though before she starts recovering it’s less “depression naps” and more “she stays in her room with lights down and her curtains drawn so she has no concept of time and just kinda passes out and wakes up at random intervals with no consideration for what time it is”. She gets better about it but she falls back into weird and irregular sleeping patterns fairly often and she always hates resetting her internal clock. It’s at least easier than going until she collapses for days on end, though.

- She’ll often take naps inside her Persona, Navi, if she randomly gets tired while the group is just exploring and confirms they don’t think they’ll need her for some time. She’ll also sometimes nap in the Mona car. They’re safe, cozy little spaces that make her feel protected and comfortable so they’re prime napping spots.

- Ren has insomnia and Futaba has a really messed up sleep schedule so sometimes when they’re both awake at like 4am they’ll just text each other and sometimes play a game with one another to pass the time.

- She’s still very prone to nightmares and will sometimes wake up in a panic, and if no one is around it sometimes results in a full meltdown and in the worst case scenario she ends up getting hurt, so she tries to keep people on standby.

- She is, in fact, very funny and snarky when she wants to be, and is actually good at communicating her infodumps with humor and casual speech that makes it understandable for the others.

- If she’d not immediately involved in a conversation that involves a large enough group of people, she’ll just zone out until she’s mentioned again or feels a time to interject. Sometimes she’ll start playing phone games.

- She plays trading card games. She sometimes joins competitive tournaments online when she can, but is too scared to go to them IRL. She promises herself she’ll try it some day.

- As a disaster pansexual, she is very prone to developing crushes on any random girl at a coffee shop who’s even the littlest bit nice to her. She’s still got crushes on Ann and Haru, both of whom know it (it’s fairly obvious), but they don’t let her know that.

- She likes to pose, or do silly energetic motions just for the fun of it. She takes joy in just doing a little dance while she’s talking to someone sometimes. She likes to go “nya” also, especially around Morgana.

- She has nicknamed the position she always goes into whenever she sits (usually to make herself feel cozy and safe and also to be as small as possible) the “Futababall”.

- Before meeting the Thieves, she actually didn’t play multiplayer games very much, as even that level of interaction with others intimidated her to some degree. Ren was the first person she ever played video games with, and she kicked his ass at Smash Bros.

- She experiences periods of severe dysphoria during which she struggles to look at herself and often feels hopelessness or despair. During these periods Ren and Sojiro have taken to putting up a blanket to cover the bathroom mirror so that she can still shower normally and wash her hands and go in and out of the bathroom.

- Before her Palace, she would often go days without eating, or only eat once, through a mix of forgetting to eat, losing track of time, and convincing herself she didn’t deserve it. She sometimes relapses on this but is usually good about bouncing back after a day or two.

- The Thieves star making Futaba’s room one of their main meeting places because she feels safe and comfortable there.

- She doesn’t like it when her room is brightly lit up but if it’s pitch-dark with no lights on she becomes extremely anxious and terrified, gets jittery and sometimes has panic attacks or experiences visual hallucinations. Her preferred method is to use the light of her computer to keep the room dim, but bright enough to see everything, or having curtains half-drawn.

- She sometimes forgot to take her meds when she first started on them and this bothered her so much that she eventually began setting five distinct timers for each dose, and sometimes they’ll just all go off in succession when she’s with the group and confuse them all.

- She collects plushies of her favorite anime characters, because it’s merch you can hug!! She loves cuddling her plushies, especially when she’s feeling a bit nervous. They’re a nice sensory feeling, they remind her of her friends, and they feel safe.

- Sometimes when she’s having a hard time sleeping, she’ll invite Ren to come to her room to hang out while she falls asleep to help her feel safe. He’ll often invite Ryuji over for a date or something and she’ll help them set up a video game to play with each other while they’re there. Ryuji initially had a problem of yelling when he lost in the game and waking her up but he got better about it after awhile.

- Every morning around 5-6am Ren wakes up usually due to insomnia or nightmares and he immediately goes to check on Futaba to see if she’s asleep yet, he often finds her in her room on her laptop unaware of what time it is and when she sees him she does a little yell and jumps into bed and he reassures her that it’s ok before leaving and going back to bed.

- She likes to make fun of Ren for having a criminal record sometimes, noting that the hacking she’s done with Medjid is by far more illegal than him beating up a rich abuser once.

- She like spending time with the lady Phantom Thieves because she really likes girls and they all think it’s cute how gay she is, and try to give her tips about it. If Ren isn’t available she opts for inviting one or more of the girls to hang out with her and it makes her feel very good to be around them. Ann sometimes gives her some of her old clothes and it feels super validating for her.

#long post #rambles #persona 5 #futaba sakura #suicide mention #self-harm mention #ask to tag

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ryuukiras · 6 years ago

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pegoryu headcanons #1 ( ✧Д✧)

hello everyone! i hope you enjoy these headcanons :>

everything is a competition — friendly/romantically, of course.

they always compete to see how fast they can get ready in the morning, who can eat the most at the big bang burger challenge, and how quickly they can make each other blush (they like to save that one for rainy days)

they are always having fun together because of it

akira usually wins, ryuji pouts and ignores akira, then finally akira cuddles with him, and the cycle starts again

you CANNOT go out with these two

they will BOOK IT to the next spot just for the thrill of it

ryuji is 5’10 ½” while akira is 5’9” — this calls for a lot of teasing from ryuji, since height is one of the only things he beats akira at

this also calls for some (slightly difficult since the heights are so similar) forehead kisses (´･ω･`)

ryuji is a really good singer — but he’s super shy about his voice so he never sings in front of others

but, ryuji BELTS in the shower and akira just quietly smiles to himself everytime he hears his boy singing his heart out

sometimes, akira is literally blown away by ryuji’s strong vocals and range! step aside mariah a new skinny legend has arrived

akira and ryuji have no boundaries — they always use the bathroom whenever the other is in the shower, they tease each other until both of them are ready to effin’ fight, and they love sitting down together and just silently pissing the other one off (let your mind just imagine that one)

ryuji has stolen akira’s clothes once while he was showering just so he’d have to run around in leblanc naked

what happened afterward is a story for another time ,,,,

akira can’t sing to save his life — another one of the things ryuji beats him at

one time, while akira was brushing his teeth while ryuji was singing in the shower, he just sang along with him

ryuji was BEET RED because he forgot that he was there and he never sings in front of people, ever

but soon ryuji was able to sing in front of akira because of the fact that he could beat him in karaoke nights

akira calls ryuji “juji” — this is everyone’s favorite thing EVER

juji, juj, ji, ryu, you name it

but juji is their favorite

whenever akira would leave, he’d always say “bye, juji” and give his blondie a lil kiss

it always made juji’s heart go WHOOSH 💕💘💖💗💓💞💞💘💘💕💖

ryuji is just glad that akira isn’t there to tease him about how softftie he got over him

ryuji is the definition of big dogs are still lap dogs — the boy is not small, i’ll tell you that, especially with his headcanon height and his damn muscles. but he is huge on touching and just being close to akira

whenever he’s tired he’ll snuggle his face in the crook of akira’s neck and just leave a lil kiss there, or he’ll just smile onto akira’s skin

ryuji is the king of protective and loving back hugs!! if akira is not facing him, you bet your sweet ass he’s gonna run up to him and hug him from behind

akira loves it when ryuji back hugs him, it just makes his heart go ZOOM ✨🎀💓💗💕💝💕✨🎀✨💕✨🎀💘

it’s even better since akira is just a lil bit shorter than him so ryuji can still snuggle his face into his neck

ryuji loves lying down on akira, and vice versa

whenever akira is the one with his head on juji’s chest, he looks up at him with the most loving look ever it melts ryuji’s heart

you know he’s getting a fat smooch

they switch being big spoon and little spoon, but ryuji loves being the big spoon because he gets to hold him as close as possible

akira has definitely almost died from big ass ryuji’s cuddles

akira is the most adorably annoying boyfriend ever — he’s always trying to pull dumb pranks on ryuji (which never work by the way, ryuji’s seen too many click-bait social experiments to fall for his plans) and scare ryuji (which does work, btw)

akira also loves telling ryuji dumb dad jokes just to piss him off

ryuji secretly finds them hilarious, but he would never tell akira, he wins too much

but akira’s favorite is annoying him while he’s really into his video game

did i mention that akira loves attention?

one time, ryuji was playing a game and akira just decided to climb all over him and kiss him in every place he could see skin (unfortunately for him, it was winter and ryuji was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants)

ryuji pushed him off the bed by accident and akira faked getting hurt

ryuji felt so incredibly bad that for the rest of the day he just sat on the floor and showered akira in kisses

and that’s the story of akira’s only successful prank

ryuji can get really insecure about his body really quickly — but it’s okay because akira will punch the living shit out of anyone who makes him feel like that

even ryuji himself

he just loves him so much

if he hears one negative thing about ryuji coming out of his boyfriend’s mouth, he’ll just kiss him to make him shut up

he loves to smooch his scars and stretch marks

ryuji loves it so much, akira really helped him with his confidence

they’re just so loving and supportive to each other

ryuji reciprocates the love with friday dates

which leads into our next headcanon…

they have dates every friday like losers — they don’t believe in having only one person pay the bill, so they always split it (unless it’s just something small like a coffee or ice cream)

ryuji’s favorite dates are when they just go out and explore the city

he loves the artificial glow of the city lights surrounding them and how it reflects off akira’s glasses

every time, akira finds something that he thinks is just astonishing (ugh what a country boy) and he suddenly feels like a kid looking at the stars again

and every time, ryuji falls deeper in love with that little kid looking at the night sky over and over again

they’re his favorites because it’s when akira just lets his tough guy persona go and really just explores the city that stole his heart with the boy that stole his heart

akira’s favorite date nights are the ones where it’s just him, ryuji, and the space between them

don’t get him wrong, he loves the crazy city nights and fancy restaurants, but his favorite ones are the ones where he can just forget everything and just focus on the love of his entire life

one time, ryuji snuck akira into shujin academy at night and they just ran around exploring

after they finally got tired, they went out to the back field and just looked at the sky together (there’s no stars- they’re in a city)

ryuji would love to tell dumb stories and just talk about nothing with him

after one of his stories, the two just settled down on the grass, not quite touching but close enough to feel the heat of their blush

ryuji found himself consumed by the beauty of akira’s eyes, just like the first time he shared a tender moment with him

akira scanned his face and smiled at all of the things he loved about it: his dumb, goofy smile, the way his eyes scrunched up when he laughed, and the non-bleached roots on his head (ryuji had yet to have his mom bleach his roots again, but he didn’t care)

this is when they shared their first i love yous, and they weren’t saying it just to say it, they truly are deeply in love with each other

and that date is in their instagram bios uwu

wow this was a lot longer than i expected! request some specific pegoryu headcanons in my ask box! love y’all

#pegoryu #pegoryu headcanons #persona 5 headcanons #p5 headcanons #ryuji headcanons #akira headcanons #akiryu #akira #akira kurusu #joker #arsene #ryuji #ryuji sakamoto #skull #captain kidd #persona 5 #p5 #pgru headcanons

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rnr4ev · 7 years ago

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‘Tis the Season

Merry Christmas @autumnsayshey here’s my gift to you from the @personasecretsanta2k17 I hope you enjoy it (AND thank you so so much for the art it is adorable and I love it).

P5, Ryuji/Akira -> mistletoe kiss with supportive hugs for all and some pt Akechi friendships. (also snuck in a ponytail Akechi for you)

fic length ~2k

AO3 Link

Akechi watched as the last customer walked out of the cafe, letting his polite smile droop into a relaxed expression as he turned to start rinsing out the dishes and coffee maker. The sign on the door said closed but he didn’t need to worry about locking up just yet, not with Sojiro still out shopping with Futaba. The water was warm under his hands as he scrubbed out the coffee machine. This was the first time Sojiro had left him alone in the shop. It was nice to feel trusted, even after, well after… Akechi was thrown out of his musings by the sound of the bell on the door jingling, followed by a loud bang and muffled swearing.

Akechi turned to see Ryuji clutching his knee, his previously non injured knee, if he remembered correctly, and some colorfully wrapped presents scattered around him.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah just walked into a chair and tripped. Man, why’d the girls make me carry all the gifts over?”

“Oh are those for tomorrow? I can help you take them upstairs, although I can’t promise if Akira is back or not.” Akechi replied, quickly drying his hands off. Things were, while maybe not the best with Ryuji, they had improved a lot after Akira vouched for him and Sojiro started letting him work at the cafe. He’d never be Ryuji’s best friend, that place would likely always belong to Akira, but Ryuji had put his trust in him surprisingly fast after everything. He’d trusted Akechi enough to let him slowly back into their friend group, he’d trusted him enough to help him through the physical therapy he had had to go through and most telling, he’d trusted Akechi’s help with his mother’s legal proceedings regarding her court official divorce with his father.

“Man, I didn’t even recognize you at first with your hair up like that. Boss make you do that to keep hair out of the food or you trying to something new?” Ryuji replied, straightening himself up and picking up the pile of presents.

Akechi reached up to feel his hair, it was up off the nap of his neck. “No, Futaba shot a hairband at me before she left, but she missed so Boss made her pick it up and that somehow translated to putting my hair up for me in Futaba language? I’m not sure it was a bit strange.” Akechi responded.

“Huh, well it looks nice. You should put it up more often.” Ryuji, now carrying a towering pile of presents responded.

“That’s what Akira and Mona said as well, maybe I can ask Sae-san if she could help me braid it sometime, since she was nice enough to let me stay with her and Makoto, or maybe I could ask Makoto, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Are you sure I can’t help you with that?” Akechi watched as a particularly small package wobbled with every step Ryuji took.

“Nope, I got this.” with that Ryuji continued walking towards and then up the stairs to the attic where Akira was staying. Akechi went back to washing dishes, stifling a laugh when he heard the telltale sound of crashing and thumping as the package pile no doubt collapsed again upstairs.

In theory, Ryuji’s plan was simple, so simple it was flawless. So how the eff did he keep on messing up?

Sure dropping all the presents on the floor and waking Akira from his nap had meant that he wasn’t able to sneak mistletoe up on the beam by Akira’s desk but still, that’s what his back up plans were for. But yesterday he and Akira had been under the holiday decoration at a nearby store and when Ryuji had turned to point it out to Akira, his boyfriend had somehow managed to teleport himself to the other side of the store, examining a small cat costume. Admittedly imagining Morgana in the costume had raised his spirits but this wasn’t the first time Akira somehow managed to wiggle his way out from under the mistletoe with him. If it wasn’t for the fact that Akira’s had given Ann a kiss on the check when they were caught under one together, Ryuji would be convinced that Akira was just flat out avoiding them. But he wasn’t and that somehow made it worse.

On Thursday, Ryuji had planned everything out, putting mistletoe near the entry to the attic and of course as soon as he and Akira were about to reach the final step together, Mona slipped between them causing Ryuji to lose his balance, fall into his boyfriend and then tumble onto the attic floor, a few steps away from the mistletoe.

On Friday, first Akira and Ann were stuck under the mistletoe, and then Futaba and Makoto, and then Ryuji and Ann, who had blown him a kiss and giggled at his frustration.

On Saturday the worst happened when the mistletoe that Ryuji had strategically placed disappeared right when Akira and him were perfectly situated underneath it. Ryuji kicked over a chair (and then sheepishly picked it back up) when Yusuke told him that the mistletoe made the scene “off balance” and so he had moved it to “improve the composition” or whatever fancy art words he’d used.

Akira sleeplily blinked up at him as he shuffled the present pile near the small decorated tree in the attic.

“Ryuji? What time is it?” Akira asked, voice groggy with sleep. Behind him Morgana let out a low grumble that was either a complaint or insult or possibly both.

Ryuji shrugged, Akira had a hellish work schedule the past few days so he could comfortably take Christmas Eve off.

“I’m not sure, late probably because Akechi seemed like he was closing. But you should go back to sleep.”

“-m not tired” Was Akira’s reply, slightly muffled under blankets. Ryuji sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Listen, you and I know that Makoto might kill you if you sleep through the party tomorrow so go back to sleep dude”.

Ryuji heard some more muffled grumbling before Akira poked his head out from the covers.

“Your worse than Mona.” he replied sticking his tongue out, “but I am really tired and I did promise Yusuke I’d help him look over the decorations tomorrow, so see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.” Ryuji replied, leaning over to give Akira a brief forehead kiss before standing.

12/23/xx 9:00 pm

Ryuji : ANNNNNN

Ann: wat

Ryuji: i think Akira’s psychic

Ann: ?

Ann: explain

Ryuji : avoids mistletoe better than palace shadows

Ann: lol. Why don’t you just ask him for a kiss under the mistletoe

Ryuji : nah, that’s not romantic or smooth at all!

#1 Best Hacker: >implying that u can be smooth

Ryuji: what the eff futaba stop eavesdropping, aren’t u supposed to be wrapping presents or something

#1 Best Hacker : no, already finished

#1 Best Hacker: >:3

Ann : u just put them all in gift bags didn’t u?

#1 Best Hacker is offline

Ann: just grab him and give him a smooch Ryuji, you can do it

Ryuji: ...

Ryuji sighed setting his phone down and throwing his arm over his eyes. Two days left ‘til Christmas and all his plans for getting Akira under the mistletoe had failed. The guy just had an uncanny ability to dodge and duck out of any place with mistletoe in it before Ryuji got there. Whatever, tomorrow was Christmas Eve and the party they’d been planning he’d get his mistletoe kiss or die trying. Resolve set, Ryuji rolled over on his side, falling into a peaceful sleep.

Futaba walked into Leblanc just in time to catch Akira posing with his arms in the air, completely covered in tinsel as Yusuke circled him trying to add to his masterpiece and Akechi surreptitiously tried to take photos on his phone. On the side Makoto was standing worriedly by occasionally taking a worried step forward to break them up and then stepping back as she thought better of it.

Her phone dinged as Akechi sent out a picture of Akira covered in the glittery decoration to the group chat. She plopped herself down on the booth next to him.

“They been at it for awhile?” She asked scooting over to him to grab a handful of mixed nuts on the table.

“At least an hour” Akechi replied, “I got here an hour ago with Makoto and they were already like that”.

Group Chat

Akechi : [pic]

Ryuji : Oi tell Yusuke the decorations go on the furniture not my boyfriend.

Ann : oo tell Yusuke to add more red

Haru : oh no

Ryuji: Ann no! Tell Akira I’m coming to rescue him rn

“Akira, your knight in shining armor is coming to save you!” Futaba called out, laughing as Yusuke let out an “excuse me” and Akira let out a grateful smile.

By the time Haru arrived the decorations had been thankfully, put up in more traditional places with Yusuke instead choosing to fiddle with the tree ornaments.

“Hi everyone, sorry I’m late, the meeting took longer than anticipated.”

She was greeted with various hello’s as she took in the state of the cafe.

Akechi was smooshed in the corner of a booth with both Makoto and Ann fiddling with braids in his hair and talking animatedly to each other. Ryuji was cuddled next to Akira, manga in hand as Akira read over his shoulder. She took a seat next to Futaba who was tapping away on her phone on a bar stool.

“Okay coffee and hot chocolate are done so if anyone wants any come get it” Sojiro stated passing out drinks to everyone.

“You know”, Haru started after everyone was sitting comfortably around, warm drinks in hand, “It’s been a long time since I was able to celebrate a holiday like this, dad was always working or he’d go to really official fancy parties to rub elbows with politicians, so I guess I just wanted to say thanks.”

For a moment the group fell silent, then Akechi opened his mouth,

“I -uh never really celebrated at the orphanage, or had actual friends to celebrate with. It means a lot that after everything that happened, everything I did, you all accepted me and helped me recover. So I… thanks” Akechi trailed off, taking a sip of his coffee.

Ryuji wasn’t sure who started sniffling, probably Ann, although she would definitely slug him if he pointed that out.

The next few minutes where filled with a combination of hugs and sniffles as the group consoled each other.

As the party wound down, the members took their leave one by one, first with Makoto and Akechi who both mentioned wanting to be home in time to surprise Sae with some presents, then Haru who drove Ann home since Ann was complaining about being too full to move. Next was Yusuke, who after staring fondly at the “Sayori” for awhile stated that he had to get back to his dorms.

Finally the only ones left were Morgana, Futaba, Ryuji and Akira. And then, Futaba scooped up Morgana (despite his protests) and waved goodbye to Ryuji and Akira. It was around this time that Ryuji became acutely aware that one) it was christmas eve and two) with all the celebration going on he’d forgotten about the mistletoe. He reached into his back pocket frantically, and when he didn’t find the sprig he’d been carrying with him he began searching through his jacket pockets.

“Ugh for reals?” he exclaimed as he came up empty.

“Hmm did you misplace something?” Akira asked, carrying over another cup of hot chocolate for Ryuji.

“N-no, it’s nothing” Ryuji stammered, blushing at being caught

Akira looked at him a twinkle in his eye.

“Hmm could it be that you’re missing this?” He replied dangling the mistletoe above their head.

“Wha-?” Ryuji’s question was stifled as Akira leaned over, pressing his lips to Ryuji’s.

“Merry Christmas Ryuji” Akira stated, laughing at Ryuji’s gobsmacked expression.

“You, you- When did you?” Ryuji questioned looking at Akira with an adorably confused expression.

“Well you seemed disappointed that we didn’t get to have a kiss under the mistletoe and I may or may not have found this in your back pocket so...” Akira trailed off as Ryuji reached up and grabbed the mistletoe from Akira.

“Merry Christmas Akira.” Ryuji replied, leaning over to give Akira another kiss.

Ryuji: I did it!!!!

Ann: good job

#1 Best Hacker : we poppin’ the biggest bottles

Ryuji: Hey what’d i say about eavesdropping

#1 Best Hacker: :3c

#p5 #persona #My writing #hopefully this copied over well im pretty sure that the ao3 link has better formatting lol #personasecretsanta17

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velvetroom--imagines · 7 years ago

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Might I also request for Phantom Thieves boys + Akechi HC for them comforting a sad s/o?? Thank you :)

No problem! I gotchu! Thank you for requesting!

Phantom Thieves (Boys) + Akechi comforting a Sad S/O

Akira Kurusu

Akira is a master at reading emotions. Remember all those Confidants he had to get through? He’s gotten better at recognizing someone’s sadness by even the smallest hint. Not that he assumes they are sad right away, but he catches on pretty quickly.

He knew you very well. Through observation, he knows that you were not one to let anyone see how vulnerable you can be. The boy always wondered if you were ever going to let him into the darkest parts of your heart.

Akira didn’t fail to see through that fake smile of yours that morning. It wasn’t like the ones he was used to seeing. That smile of yours was always warm and bright, this one felt colder. He wanted to question it, but he smiled back anyways.

You weren’t being distant at all, but everything around you just felt restrained and forced. Akira could see through you, those fake smiles and laughs towards your peers and teachers.

For a short moment, he thought that his lover was a stranger. Everything just felt too fake, staged and forced. Your strange behavior had begun to affect him.

It surprised you when he took you to Leblanc at night. Most times, he never takes you there unless there was something he wanted to talk about. “Akira, what’s wrong?” You asked in forced light tone.

He frowns at your attempts to cover up. “What’s bothering you, S/O?” Your eyes widened in astonishment. Hadn’t you been acting really well? “What are you talking about, Akira?”

You force a smile but your defenses were starting to crumble down. “I’m perfectly fine, nothing’s wrong! I swear...” Eventually, you falter. The smile falls apart into a frown, head hanging low in defeat.

“I really am fine.” Akira’s suspicions were confirmed. At that time, you didn’t go to him for comfort or such. Once you knew you were caught, you stood up and walked out of Leblanc, not wanting to face confrontation.

At first, Akira planned to solve the problem first. Through your friends and peers, he eventually found out what was bothering you. If it was about something that can’t be helped like the death of a loved one or a failed test, he will wait for you to calm down first.

However, if someone was bothering you to a bad extent, he won’t hesitate to march into Mementos and change their heart. Even if it wasn’t that bad, he would confront them in person instead and make them stop upsetting you.

Somehow, Akira finds you again, alone on the way home. You looked even more exhausted. “Akira...” You immediately feel someone’s arms wrap around your figure, head against someone’s chest.

Akira silently, ran his fingers through your hair in a comforting manner. For some reason, that alone was enough to make you weep into his shoulder.

Whether he took you to his place or back to yours, he planned to stay the night. He’d order takeout or cook for you, and cuddle to ease the pain. “It’ll be okay, S/O.” He’d murmur, laying a kiss on your forehead.

Akira would let you spill everything and vent it out before giving you good advice. He shows his support and intends to help you overcome your challenges. At the end of it, he will help you patch up all the wounds caused and kiss every mark left. Even if it didn’t end well, he will stay by your side and patiently wait for you to smile again.

Ryuji Sakomoto

Ryuji really doesn’t like meddling in with problems, especially if they involve some drama. He’s already had a glimpse into Ann’s dramatic affairs and had a lot of scenarios where he had to act as support, but they never ended well.

He gives advice to people, but that only made people angry at him. His solutions aren’t the best, and when people dismissed him, he thought himself as hopeless when it came to comforting someone else.

School had ended, and he was waiting for you outside your classroom. He planned to walk you home that day since the Phantom Thieves weren’t going to meet up.

He waited by the doorway as your classmates left the room one by one. Eventually, they stopped making their way out of the room. He stares at the door with anticipation, confused. It had been minutes since almost everyone had left the room.

Where were you? Ryuji decided to peek into the doorway, refusing to get caught. Discreetly, his eyes caught you sitting by your desk, head slumped down onto your arms.

His first instinct was to go and wake you up. He entered the room, taking note that you looked as if you were ready to leave. At first, he thinks you had been knocked out by some person but that wasn’t likely. You could’ve fallen asleep, but that was unlikely. It was the end of the day, and you were always ready to leave school.

“S/O, you alright?” He asks as his calloused hands shake you away from sleep. You let out a groan, turning your head towards the cause of your disturbance.

Ryuji didn’t ignore how puffy and red your eyes appeared to be, immediately sensing an exhausted feel from your gaze. “Sorry, have you been waiting for me long?” You ask, rising from your seat and taking your bag.

The boy didn’t say anything for the first few moments. He knew there was something wrong, but he didn’t want to upset you further by bombarding you with questions. He acts like nothing is wrong, and walks you to the station.

Just as both of you are waiting for the next train in Central Street, he finally hears a sniffle coming from his side. Turning to the source, he finally caught a glimpse of a tear slipping down your cheek. “S/O? Hey, S/O?” He asked as you began to unfold in front of him.

He didn’t care if there was a crowd watching. Grabbing a hold of your hands, he looks at you with such concern. “I’m fine Ryuji--”

“No, you’re not.” Aggressive yet gentle at the same time, he drags you out of the line and into the streets of Shibuya. You question why, and maybe even punch him but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

Eventually, he drags you into the Diner. You don’t object as he orders a meal and bottled water. While you two were left alone in the booth, he looks at you dead in the eye. “Something’s wrong, but it’s okay if you don’t wanna tell me. You might wanna tell your folks that you’ll be out late.”

You look at him, confused as to why you’d be out late. Ryuji simply grinned at you. “Tonight, just forget everything and trust me.”

After a quick meal and hiccups, he drags you over to the Arcade. Soon enough, you find yourself glaring at a machine. “Release you anger out on that thing!”

Whenever Ryuji was upset, he’s the type of person to release all his frustrations out on games. He gets destructive when upset, and this was his way to cope when Kamoshida would pick on him.

If you were a Phantom Thief, Ryuji may take you to Mementos to beat up some Shadows. He may also take you to the batting cage, and such.

Once both of you felt tired, he’d find a bench to sit down on or a private area. You weren’t as broken as earlier, to his relief. He looks at you softly, grasping your hand. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Under most circumstances, Ryuji would just nod and listen. His advices were no good, but he did listen. At the end of the day, expect him to barge into your home and sneak under the covers to hold you. All he can give is comfort and warmth at this point.

If it were about dangerous circumstances (Targeted by bullies, blackmailed, etc.), Ryuji would consider fighting them head on himself. He also explains the situation to Akira, and would be willing to enter Mementos to make things better for you.

Yusuke Kitagawa

In Yusuke’s case, it’s hard to get him to notice that something’s wrong. He does sense danger in the atmosphere when it came to battle or tense situations, but when it came to emotions, it was difficult.

People say that you’d have to be spilling tears in front of him if you wanted him to acknowledge your pain. However, that’s just not the case. Yusuke just doesn’t like assuming that you are upset just because you didn’t speak to him and acted cold yesterday.

He catches onto your strange behavior. It starts off as you cancelling dates and missing out a couple of classes. Yusuke suspected that you were sick until he catches you entering your home.

Initially, he was afraid that you were breaking up with him but he notices your empty gaze. You looked so lifeless and ill judging by your expression. Concern flashes on his face as he enters your home.

Luckily, he had his own key. You haven’t noticed the sound of the door opening and shutting, occupied in trying to lull yourself to sleep in your room.

Your home was a mess. Trash laid about the room, unwashed dishes and neglected rooms weren’t a good sign. Yusuke slowly began to grow more fearful, heading upstairs. Eventually, he slips into your room to see you curled up against the wall.

“Yusuke?” You uttered in confusion, but your voice was very weak. “What are you doing here?”

“S/O...” It was clear to him that you weren’t happy. Quietly walking over to your side, he looks into your eyes. He hated how they looked so lifeless, every spark and light absent. “What happened?”

Suddenly, something snaps within you. Your lips curl inwards, hoping to hold back a sob. Eyes began to tear up, letting go of your self control. “I’m sorry, Yusuke.” Finally, you collapsed into a mess of tears and sobs, hiding your face behind a blanket.

Yusuke took initiative and enveloped you in a hug. “It’s okay.” What else could he say? For now, he would hold you for as long as you’d like. He’d whisper assuring phrases like “It’ll be okay” or “You can tell me, I won’t get angry”.

Once he got the answer from you, he immediately stood up to go an get rid of the source of your tears. Friend or foe, he wanted to go and confront them about what they had done to you. Even if you protested against him, he still intended to do so.

He finally calms down and focuses on you instead. For as long as you remained upset, he would remain by your side to hold your hand. He’d be surprisingly sweeter and kinder to you, paying extra attention to your behavior.

He’d run baths, give you a wash, clean your trash if you weren’t fit to do so. If it got worse, he’d advise you to see a doctor. At night, he’d hold you extra close and tell you about the good things you’ve accomplished to outweigh the bad.

If the source of your sadness ever did return, he will really speak or confront this problem either in private or with the Phantom Thieves if needed.

Yusuke’s exactly not a comforting guy, but he will give you all of his support. He will do anything and everything to bring back your smile.

Goro Akechi

Akechi often feels drained and angry at the world, but seeing his S/O happy always brought his spirits back. You never really expressed any sort of negative emotion to him before, though. Maybe he saw you angry once, but never sad.

When you didn’t react to him coming home early, Akechi knew something was wrong. He always came home late, and he had expected you to even look a little bit surprised since he was early. He watched as you left your bag by the staircase, your figure heading up the stairs.

Quietly, he followed you from behind. Something was wrong, and he knew it. Your aura wasn’t as bright and lively compared to earlier, did this mean you were upset?

You entered the bedroom, collapsing on the bed both of you shared. Akechi followed suit, sitting beside your motionless figure. Before he even asked, he noticed your body tremble, following a pained sob.

At that moment, Akechi gently pulled you into his chest without any words. If you attempted to struggle, he didn’t let you leave. Even though it’s none of his business, he didn’t want you to cry alone.

Wrapping you up in a blanket, Akechi would hug you closely from behind. “Let it all out, S/O. It’s okay.” If you cried, he only wanted to be the one to comfort you. It didn’t matter to him on how long you cried, he’s there. “I’m here for you, I’m here.”

Once you ran out of tears to cry, he would help you to some water and a nice hot meal. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. Is there something bothering you?” He asked in a gentle tone, wanting to console you.

All his life, Akechi never really had anyone to comfort him when he was upset. When he saw you break down, he didn’t want you to feel as empty as he did. He won’t let you feel neglected or ignored, he will listen to every word and hang onto the smallest details of your story.

Akechi wouldn’t go far if it was something that had to be dealt on your own. If you were upset about a failed test or a fight between your friends, he would try his best to comfort you and maybe give some advice. If it gets out of hand to the point nothing could be fixed, he’d simply advise you to move on. He doesn’t like seeing you so sad, and will do everything to bring your smile back.

If the problem was about someone harassing you or even bigger than that (Blackmail, assault, ie.), Akechi would be ready to enter the Metaverse and get rid of them. All you have to do is say their Name, and they would disappear very soon.

#persona 5 imagines #persona 5 headcanons #p5 imagines #p5 headcanons #akira kurusu #ryuji sakomoto #yusuke kitagawa #akechi goro

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kairiofknives · 7 years ago

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The S Word (TftTG Ch. 2)

Summary: For almost two years, Futaba and Akira's relationship has been...rather tame. But one well timed innuendo sends the house mates into a spiral of assumptions and jokes that starts as amusing, but ends up being a source of stress for our young couple, especially Futaba.

Advisory: Contains discussion of body insecurity and sexual themes. (Nothing too major, but still something to prepare for.)

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If Makoto tried hard enough, she could probably pin point the week in which this whole debacle started. It was probably late in June, in their fourth month of officially living in The Guild, when the assumption first brewed in the minds of their members and started spreading like wild fire. Honestly, as much as she would like to remember it being Ryuji who started the whole thing, it could have been anyone. All parties were interestingly enough on the same page back then.

Futaba and Akira recall what most do not: that the topic of their sex life was first brought up by Makoto herself during a movie night.

Life in the Guild changed a few things for everyone. Now, there was constantly someone doing something interesting and worthy of their attention. Spontaneous trips to Central Street were common place. There were frequent video game tournaments in The Den, which was what Ryuji and Futaba referred to their bedroom as. Akira hadn't argued so the decision was decided to be unanimous. (Akira had also been asleep, but no one mentioned that part.) The most scheduled events were family meal times and the Saturday night movie.

With seven different movie preferences, it became obvious that a rotation of movie selection privileges was required for this to work. They had installed a large white board on the wall, indicating such important things as who picked the movie that week as well as who was doing dishes (the most despised chore) and an open slot where any plans for outings could be formally announced. This particular week, Ann had chosen Leap Year. From Makoto's perception of the cover, it was your typical Rom Com. Still, that was perfectly fine. Two weeks ago, Yusuke had offered up A Dog's Purpose as their movie, which had brought every single person to tears and prompted Morgana to take a pilgrimage to tell all dogs in the neighborhood they were good boys. It seemed no one had yet to recover their full range of emotions, so sure, a Rom Com was fine.

By the climax of the movie, most people were asleep, including Akira and Futaba who were curled up on Makoto's lap and snuggled against her shoulder respectively. Ann and Ryuji, the only other two conscious beings by the time the credits rolled, looked over and cooed affectionately at the display.

"Hey, Mom, look. You're cuddling an entire relationship," Ryuji snickered.

Makoto giggled good heartedly. "So it seems. On the topic of our family designations, doesn't that make this," she gestured to the sleeping beauties, "kind of weird? The Dad of the family is dating the cute little sister?"

Ann stood to stretch, laughing. "Yeah it's pretty weird, but those are the most accurate family titles. I mean, when any of us have problems, we literally just wander the house until we find you or Akira. And you guys were the leader duo of the Phantom Thieves too. So yeah, you're our parents. And Futaba is...Futaba so she's our littlest sister."

"Literally and figuratively," Ryuji pointed out.

Makoto smiled, stroking Akira's hair. Futaba snuggled in deeper to her shoulder and added groggily, "You forget that Akira is basically Sojiro's adopted son so he is also my brother."

"Oh my God, that's so true," Ann muttered. "He's Phantom Dad and Coffee Son."

Akira finally joined the conversation, flopped from his side to his back and yawning, "The family that stays together gets together. What is life without a little incest?"

Makoto rolled her eyes. "Well, I suppose the one silver lining is that you aren't blood relatives. Congratulations. Your children may not have horrific birth defects."

Ryuji burst out laughing, "May not?! Holy crap, Makoto."

Futaba finally sat up, wiping at her eyes. "Well, I'm kind of hoping we are all still least tangentially related because my line of the family is a curse to all daughters."

"What?!" Ann demanded, indignantly. "What's that mean, Futaba?"

The girl simply blinked and cupped on small breast in her hand pointedly. "As the one girl in this group without bombshell tits or a tabloid worthy butt, I feel justified in this assessment."

Akira made a very unhappy grumble from his spot, still not opening his eyes. Futaba smiled a bit and kissed his forehead. His frown remained present.

Makoto shook her head in amusement, "I agree with the others on this one, Futaba. You're lovely just as you are. Besides, Akira seems to have no complaints about your body."

Akira's eyes shot open and met Futaba's. They passed a look of "whut" between them, that was drowned out completely by Ryuji's added, "Yeah! I mean, come on, Futaba. How many people could Akira have conceivably ended up with? He picked you over all of those "bombshell girls". Your sex appeal may not take the same form as Ann's, but it landed Akira freaking Kurusu in your bed, didn't it?"

"Wow Ryuji, way to make it seem like the only reason she should approve of her body is if a guy does," Ann scoffed, heading into the kitchen.

Makoto ushered Akira off her lap and patted Futaba's head before following Ann. "Good try Ryuji. We will work on it."

Ryuji grumbled, swiping his drink off the table and headed upstairs.

Akira and Futaba sat in the silence of the living room, listening to Yusuke and Haru's deep breathing. Akira was the first to speak up. "Do you think we should have said something?"

"Meh. I mean, it really isn't any of their business."

"I feel like they're making it their business anyway. And with inaccurate information at that."

Futaba stood, stepping between Akira's spread legs to wrap him in a hug. Her still tired boyfriend hummed happily, wrapping his arms tightly around the girl and nuzzling against her chest. "I don't see it being a big deal. It might even turn out being kinda funny if they think we're always sneaking away to bone at all hours of the day."

Akira laughed into her stomach. "You derive amusement from the strangest things."

"Guilty as charged."

~~~

In truth, Futaba expected to never hear about the conversation post movie night ever again. Surely, everyone else had better things to talk about, right?

Evidently not. The references to her private life started out rather timid and vague. Ann complaining about guys who were taller than her and Makoto sweetly pointing out that she and Akira got along just fine. It was cute and harmless and Futaba liked the feeling of being the referenced source material for "successful relationships".

Then, things got a bit weirder.

Haru and Ann had convinced Futaba to let them paint her nails. She liked having her nails painted and liked being pampered even more so she agreed. That's how she ended up with her hands on her thighs and her legs comfortably in Haru's lap. The girls chatted on and off about various things, mostly Ann's modelling gigs, when suddenly, Ann turned on her. "Hey, Futaba, I was wondering...ya know, Akira's a pretty tall guy. How does he not like...crush you when you do it?"

Futaba.exe is not responding.

"Uhhh, what?"

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, I was just curious."

Haru shook her head, shooting Futaba an apologetic look. The youngest girl struggled to keep up. "I-I mean, it's not that big of a deal. He lays on me all the time. He's not that heavy."

Ann beamed, feeding off the power of "girl talk" like it was a consumable resource. "Yeah, I guess he is kind of a string bean. Not the same way Yusuke is, but, you know what I mean."

Futaba really did not want to think about Inari and sex in the same sentence.

Uncaring of Futaba's lack of response, Ann carried on, "I guess I've just been thinking a lot about the physicality of it, ya know. Porn makes it look so easy, but I just can't imagine sex with a super tall guy being comfortable. Where would his legs go? Where would your legs go?"

Haru huffed, putting the cap back on her bottle of nail polish. For a moment, Futaba hoped that maybe Haru was going to spare her poor soul and end this strange conversation.

"You haven't been watching the right porn if you think missionary is the only way to do things, Ann-chan," Haru chirped pleasantly, before placing Futaba's feet carefully in her chair and strolling out of the bedroom.

She wasn't sure who was more shocked: her or Ann.

Luckily, that embarrassing endeavor ended there. Akira had also been falling victim to gratuitous sex talk. He pulled her aside one night before dinner. "Can we please tell them they're misunderstanding the situation? I feel like all I hear about anymore is other people's opinions of some made up version of my sex life. It's making me pretty uncomfortable honestly."

Futaba felt for her poor boyfriend, but was still sort of having fun listening to the weird conversations that were prompted by this whole situation. She laughed, "Oh come on, Akira, lighten up. You're not embarrassed are you?"

Akira's gaze darkened a bit. "Honestly, yeah."

With a scoff, she muttered petulantly, "Well I'm sorry I'm not who you want people to joke about you rolling around in the sheets with. Geez."

The silence following her quip was heavy. Futaba cautioned a look up at Akira to see him staring at her with an almost emotionless expression. Uh oh. Before she could say anything, he turned and walked down the hallway, up the stairs. She heard his door close heavily and sighed. She didn't see him again that night, but he responded to her to good night text. So, he was mad, but not completely avoiding her mad. She could work with that. She vowed to try to make it up to him the next day.

~~~

When she got to the house the next afternoon, she had absolutely no plan for how to approach this conversation with Akira, only knew that it had to happen. She had spent a good deal of the day trying to get the thoughts in her head to condense into words, to almost no success. Nothing would help though, so Futaba planned to politely ask that Ryuji chill in the living room for an hour and hash it out with Akira. That probably would absolutely not make the "our friends think we're having sex but we're not" issue worse, but she could only battle one thing at a time.

That was the plan anyway. When she climbed the stairs, she was instantly spotted by Ann.

"Futaba! Hey! Can we talk real quick? I need your advice."

She sighed. One quick diversion wouldn't derail her plan. "Coming."

When she entered Ann's room, she honestly had no idea what to expect. Ann loved to chat with her, but very rarely ever asked her for help unless it was about her laptop.

"Ok, so you know how I've been talking with this male model I did that shoot in July with?" She nodded. "Well, we've been flirting. A lot. And it's been getting a little....intense. Anyway, he offered to send a pic and I figured, eh, why not, and...well, just look."

That...was certainly not a part of the male anatomy she planned to see today.

"He sent you a dick pic?"

Ann nodded, looking completely casual about the extremely explicit image on her phone. "Yeah. He said I didn't have to send anything back, but now that I have this, I don't really know what I'm supposed to do with it. It's sort of...weird to look at without the rest of the body to also look at, huh?"

She had to get the hell out of here. Like now.

"Uh, I don't know. I've never gotten a dick pic before, I guess."

Ann giggled, "Yeah, but you've see a dick though. That's much more helpful. So, reason I called you in here, in your opinion, how...sizable is this?"

Oh my god. "Sizable?" Could her face get any redder?

"Yeah, like...do you think it would hurt? I mean, you could just compare it to Akira's I guess and tell me if that hurt."

Futaba squeezed her eyes shut. Ok, no way. Uh uh. Nope. Akira was right, this was actually the worst. "Ann, I don't really feel comfortable talking about that."

When she opened her eyes again, she was surprised to see Ann looking a bit, panicked. Ann shook her head quickly, frowning. "No, no, I'm sorry that was super untactful." She was speaking pretty quickly. Even for Ann. "I...guess I'm just not sure what to do here."

The younger girl smiled to herself. Ann was quirky and could sometimes be far too blunt, but she never meant to make her uncomfortable. Still, Ann's behavior ever since she starting talking to his guy had been...a little bit off. The level of boy crazy the blond had been recently was just a bit too drastic to be normal. It almost felt fake. Futaba's eyes widened a bit. Maybe it was. "Do you even like this guy, Ann?"

The blond blinked, bit her bottom lip and then shook her head. From the troubled look on her face, Futaba knew she had hit the nail on the head. "I mean, kinda? He's cute. But, we don't click super well." Ann sighed, picking at her nails. "But, ya know, it's not like I have anyone else lined up. And he's not that bad. I could maybe start to like him...if I tried hard enough..."

Futaba frowned, tone stern. "The Ann I know and love would never just try to make it work with a guy just for the sake of it."

Ann groaned and dug her palms into her eyes, "Ugh! I know! I'm just...ugh." For a moment, Futaba was worried Ann would start crying. She was not well equipped for that sort of comforting. Eventually, though, Ann lowered her hands, looking more defeated than Futaba had ever seen before. "I guess I just wanted something."

"Something like what?"

"I don't know," she whined, "Like what you and Akira have, I guess." That one, Futaba did not expect. She had been half viciously enjoying how envious everyone had seemed of her apparent experience on this matter. Unsurprisingly, watching one of her bed friends actually acting out due to jealousy that she was making worse...didn't make her feel too great.

"Ann, no. You're wonderful, and gorgeous, and driven and a fantastic catch. I'm honestly jealous of you. How...effortless everything seems to you. And even if you don't have everything all figured out, you sure look like you do, which is even more impressive." She paused, holding Ann's hand. "I'm not single, so I can't exactly relate to how you're feeling. But, I do know that you're worth a hell of a lot more than settling for some guy, who is willing to send out dick pics rather than connecting with you like a normal person, just because he's pretty to look at."

Ann's smile started small but grew larger the more Futaba talked. Finally, she decided, "Ya know what, you're right Futaba." She stood, hands on her hips and a determined shine to her eyes. "Ann Takamaki settles for no one!"

"Here here," Futaba agreed, glad to see Ann back to her normal fiery self. "Now if you don't mind..."

Ann blushed, "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry I dragged you in here just for this. Enjoy your evening with Akira!"

Futaba fled before any more innuendos or attempts at long emotional conversations could be made.

~~~

Futaba wandered down the hall in a daze. She loved her friends dearly, but sometimes they could be a little bit...exhausting. Also, she never wanted to think about another penis for as long as she lived.

Ok, well maybe not, but it would be at least a few hours. Maybe even days.

As she approached the end of the hall, she ran into Ryuji who was dressed in a ironed button down, nice jeans and holding his pillow and blanket. What?

"Going somewhere, Ryuji?"

The boy grinned at her. "Hey Futaba! Guess what? No actually, you'll never guess. Or just be mean about it. Anyway, I got a date tonight!"

"Huh, really? You look like you're headed to a business casual slumber party."

Ryuji puffed his chest out, "Nope, your sarcasm cannot hurt me now, Futaba! I've just scored some expert advice so I may not be home until late."

Futaba's brow raised at the idea of "expert advice". So Akira had gotten grilled too, huh? Damnit. She'd be giving him back rubs and head scratches for weeks to make up for this mess...

"And you have your pillow with you because...?"

"Oh I'm gonna. Ya know. Give you guys some alone time. Sleep out on the pullout tonight. Figured it's the least I can do."

The girl groaned, "Ryuji."

"No no. I get it. Couples gotta do the do sometimes. If this date goes well, I'm gonna need to be kicking you guys out. It's all good. Equivalent exchange." He snickered to himself. "See what I did there? That was totally an FMA reference."

Futaba blinked but let him run his mouth. She was far far too tired to argue at this point. What the ever living hell had she gotten herself into? Maybe she'd take advantage of Ryuji's generous offer. To hang herself quietly in the privacy of their quarantined "sex den". Geez.

"How kind of you. Alright. Well, gotta run. Lots of carnal relief to be had. See you later. Good luck on your date," she replied mechanically, shuffling to the room and shutting the door firmly behind her. She leaned back against it with a sigh.

When she finally opened her eyes, she spotted Akira wrapped in the large blue comforter, face down in the bean bag chair she insisted they buy for the room. She observed him idly for a few moments before sighing again and grumbling, "Ok. You were right. I was wrong. We should have told them right away. This kinda sucks."

Akira unburied his face from it's cloth tomb and looked up at her, looking utterly unamused and just as exhausted as she was.

"Oh, don't give me that face. You know I can't deal with that sort of emotional blackmail," Futaba groaned, slumping against the door a bit. Akira continued to stare at her, blinking occasionally. He didn't even seem mad at her. Or even annoyed or disappointed. Just tired. Her heart squeezed, unable to just leave him looking like that even despite her own crabbiness. "Oooh. Damnit! Alright. Fine, you win."

She threw herself down on the bean bag with him, assuming Akira's favorite position of her on her back, arms spread wide open, waiting to cuddle the hell of him. It took him a minute. At first, he only looked at her blankly from his blanket cocoon. But eventually, he huffed, untangling himself to flop down on top of her chest, face hiding in her neck. She took some time to tug at the blankets, arranging them to fit over her as well. Futaba arranged her legs so he was trapped between them and pressed her face into his hair. There. Finally comfortable.

They laid like that for awhile, one of her hands scratching at his scalp, the other buried under his shirt, running her nails softly up and down his back. By the amount of happy rumbling and sighing she was getting, she imagined he had forgiven her. Still, didn't mean they shouldn't talk about it. "I'm sorry, Akira. When you said you were uncomfortable with how much everyone was talking, I should have immediately corrected them. I wasn't thinking about you at all. All I cared about was what I was getting out of it. I'm an A tier jerk. And a trash tier girlfriend. And I'm really really sorry."

Akira huffed against her neck. "I wouldn't go that far." He planted a kiss on her pulse point, sending pleasant shivers through her. "What were you getting out of it, out of curiosity?"

Closing her eyes, Futaba grimaced. "In reality, nothing. But. I guess. In my mind, I thought I was being adult." Akira made an inquisitive noise, nudging her with his nose. It was such a feline thing to do, she made a mental note to buy him a black cat onesie for Christmas. Morgana would probably love it. "I don't know. It's like...hmm. You know how Ann and Ryuji call me the little sister? Well, suddenly, I was better at something than them. They wanted to be in my shoes for once, not the other way around."

"Futaba, you were already better at something than them. Than all of us. How many times a week does someone ask you to fix their computer or teach them how to use a program? You're a genius and the only tech savvy soul in this building."

"Not like that though," she mumbled. "Ok, fine, maybe it was more so Ann than Ryuji. Almost entirely Ann actually. And Makoto." Futaba sighed, biting her lip. "I guess the whole thing about the other girls being more...womanly than me wasn't just a joke. I'm only a year younger than Ann and look at the difference between us. She's literally a super model and I'm...just me."

Akira adjusted his weight, trying to get his arms underneath him and push himself up. Futaba tugged him back down her chest. She needed to say this and knew the moment their eyes met, her train of thought would be derailed. Once he stilled once more, she continued.

"It's not just physical looks either though. It's. Ugh. Ann is so confident in herself. And maybe it's because she looks the way she does, but part of me feels like if we traded bodies right now, she'd still have this aura of utter sexiness and I'd still be a wreck. I know you're the one who suggested we go slow. You've said multiple times you're content with just kissing. But. I guess I wonder if that's really true. It's been almost two years after all. And I've...felt you get excited while making out but you never push me. Which is so sweet, but..."

Futaba paused, drawing in a breath, then releasing it slowly. "I know you want to go further. I'm worried that you're holding back for my sake and not enjoying it as much as you could. And as much as I wish it weren't necessary that you hold back...it is. I do get overwhelmed easily and that frustrates me. Because if I were Ann or Makoto or Haru, I probably wouldn't have any trouble jumping your bones and not feeling like...I was about to explode even thinking about it. And I guess I just feel like...you deserve someone you don't have to hold back with."

She stopped and listened to the combined sounds of their breathing. Akira's was a bit faster than normal. She knew he was probably clenching his fists a bit. Maybe she had made him mad. But, she thought, looking at the ceiling as if it contained the answer to the meaning of life, she wasn't unsatisfied with how the words have come out. She wasn't sure exactly what outcome she wanted. What did she want him to reply? Her breath hitched in her throat at the idea of Akira actually agreeing with her. Eyes squeezed shut, she tried to convince herself that would be ok.

It wouldn't be, though.

"Are you finished?"

Sweet boy, always careful not to overstep his bounds. Even now. Futaba loosened her hold on him. "Yeah."

Akira sat up and scooted backwards a bit. His eyes were trained on the his crossed legs, a dark gleam to them that she simply couldn't decipher. The distance he was putting between them, in both the physical and emotional sense, made her heart constrict painfully. She was not the biggest fan of having these tense, seemingly life or death type conversations. But, despite the obvious discomfort of having to drag all their shadows into the light and look them in the eyes, they had never had a rough heart to heart of his nature that didn't immediately and thoroughly clear up misunderstandings and provide plans of attack for the future. They were good at this, she and Akira. They were on the same team, she reminded herself. Oracle and Joker. If she just honestly conveyed her thoughts and trusted in him, everything would be fine.

Didn't mean it wasn't nerve-wracking though.

She mirrored the boy's stance, maintaining the distance he had purposefully created. As soon as she was settled, Akira let out a loud sigh. "Does what I want not matter at all in this situation?" Futaba stayed quiet. The unspoken rule between them was that if the other wasn't meeting your eyes, they were still thinking. Akira pointed watched his fingers fidget with the hem of his pants. She would wait.

"People use the word 'deserve' a lot. 'You deserve better' or 'I don't deserve him'. As if the only things worth having in life are that which we are somehow derived to deserve. Never mind how subjective the idea of deserving something is, but if everyone got what they deserved...well, Shido and Kamoshida would never have even met me, in all likelihood." Akira shook his head, clenching and unclenching his fists. "My father is no sage, but he has taught me a couple interesting things. One of them was that the word 'deserve' is usually never directed at the right person. It usually reflects the speaker's own desires. I don't think that's always true." Akira spared a glance up at Futaba, eyes roaming over her face before flickering back to his lap. "But I definitely think it is true in this case."

Both hands came up to run through his hair roughly. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, his gray eyes stormy in appearance. Whatever idea he had rolling around in his head spun and spun, until he finally lowered his hands again. "Whether I want to go further is irrelevant. This wouldn't be bothering you if you weren't discontent yourself." Akira clicked his tongue against his teeth, "When we first tried getting you acclimated to being outside of the house, I pushed you. We threw you into different social environments head first and expected you to swim or me to save you. We very well could try that here too, but..." Akira wrung his wrists in agitation, frowning. "This is so different though. This isn't just coaxing you out a room that you thought of a prison. This is more like...trying to coax you out of the assessment of your body as a prison."

Futaba inhaled sharply. Akira's eyes flew to meet her own but she closed them defensively. She remembered with striking vividness what being a prisoner of her own heart felt like. The constant desperation, echoing self hatred. No, this wasn't quite like that. This type of discontentment settled in her stomach, akin to the feeling she got before the panic when she first got separated from Akira in Akiba. She opened her eyes again, and saw that Akira had placed his hand next to hers, palm up. An invitation. She met his anxious eyes, smiled just a bit, just enough to show she was ok. "It's not a prison," she corrected, tone soft, almost a whisper. "It's more like...an unfamiliar place. It's...my body, but I don't feel like...I completely own it. It's like a stranger sometimes." She grimaced, shook her head, met his eyes. She needed help.

Akira wet his lips and offered, "So a bit like a new house, maybe? Your name is on the sign out front and the lease, but the inside doesn't quite look like home yet. Is that it?"

Futaba ruminated over the analogy for a bit, tried to picture it. Her time as a shut in meant she ignored her body, in multiple ways. Didn't eat always. Slept too little or too much, no in between. The loathing and self hatred made emotions like arousal and lust just as useless to her as happiness and hope were. The most time she ever spent naked was in the shower, which she admitted to herself she didn't do often enough. She supposed, in many ways, it was a lot like a new house. She hadn't spent time in it, didn't try to decorate or make it hers. Yet, was shocked or upset when it felt alien to her.

...And if she didn't even feel content in this house, why would she feel comfortable inviting guests over...?

She nodded, slowly at first, then more firmly. Akira's eyes lit up a bit, pleased. "Yeah, that's exactly it. I'm not completely comfortable looking at my own body naked yet, so it kinda makes sense that I'm jittery about letting someone else see." She sighed a bit, slipping her hand in Akira's outstretched one. She liked the way their fingers slid together, nice and snug. In a weird tangential way, that was what she really wanted out of physical companionship. Feeling a secure connection. Being close for the sake of closeness. As close as two people could possibly get. Futaba met Akira's eyes once more. "I want to be with you. Closer than anyone else. I want to touch you and make you feel good and not be scared for you to return the favor. I just...I want you." A bright red blush spread across Akira's cheeks, bringing a smile to her equally red face. Her mood dampened a bit as she admitted, "I want that so much, but...I don't know how to get there."

Akira squeezed her hand and declared, "I do." Futaba's eyes widened. "Same way we got you used to being out in the world again. You just need to get used to it. Much slower this time, probably, but same basic process. We can give you assignments to get you more comfortable being naked or being touched. Work our way up to whatever end point you want to reach."

Futaba's smile was soft, but excited. "Another promise list?"

"Exactly. We'll go at your pace. You write out the steps you want to take, and we can get there however or whenever we please."

Her optimism made her bold. The smile slowly spread to a smirk. With mischief in her eyes, Futaba leaned in right next to Akira's ear and purred, "And if my end goal happens to be 'fuck Akira Kurusu absolutely senseless'?"

Futaba felt the body underneath hers shudder, a hand coming up to hug her close to him. His voice was a bit raspy, "Well, first I would ponder where on Earth you got so disillusioned as to think you're not the sexiest woman living in this house." He planted a firm kiss on Futaba's cheek, and nudged her gently back a bit to look into her eyes. "And second I would say that Akira Kurusu must be a pretty lucky guy."

Futaba snorted in amusement, obviously blushing, "Stop fibbing, you nerd. Didn't we just agree my body is like an ugly house or something?"

"Hey, don't insult that house. I happen to like it a lot and would be honored to become intimately acquainted with it, should to invitation arise," his hands rose up to cup her face, pressing kiss after kiss to her hairline, soaking in the sound of her happy giggles. Akira pressed their foreheads together and waited until Futaba met his eyes before whispering, "I love you, Futaba."

"I love you too, Akira. I don't know what I did to deserve you."

"Would you like the mystical Chinese fortune cookie answer or the dry simple answer?"

She giggled, "The latter, please, sir."

"It doesn't matter what you did or didn't do. I wanted to be with you and you apparently want to be with me, so we are together. Now, no more of this deserving or undeserving bullshit please?"

"Deal," Futaba nodded.

They decided that it was late enough that getting home might be a stretch for Futaba, even if she left immediately. She anticipated that Sojiro would be livid with her, but as soon as he answered the phone, he immediately barked, "Just stay at their house tonight, Futaba. I'd rather begrudgingly trust Akira not to do anything stupid than risk you missing your connecting train in Shibuya and getting stuck out there."

Futaba smiled, "Alright. Thanks, dad."

Sojiro sputtered, as he always did when she threw down the Dad Card unexpectedly. "Well, just...," he sighed, "Just make sure you get to school on time alright? And you can thank me by having dinner at the Cafe tomorrow with your poor dad. Both of you."

"Okie dokie, artichokey."

"Alright. Good night, Futaba."

"Nighty night, Sojiro."

Akira was dressed for sleep, sprawled out on his bed like a content cat. She giggled to herself. The resemblance between their wonderful Trickster and dear old feline guide was sometimes uncanny. The usual post important conversation exhaustion hit her immediately. She knew she was free to use Ryuji's bed, or even ask Akira to take Ryuji's bed, if she so chose, but they did just decide to start pushing her comfort zones again...

"Hey, Akira," she got a hum in response. "Can my first promise list item be to sleep in your bed with you?" Akira smiled sleepily at her, patting the bed and waggling his eyebrows. She grinned. "And would I be able to borrow a shirt to sleep in tonight?"

"Only a shirt? Damn, girl. You'll be jumping my bones in no time."

Just to spite him, she did indeed jump into bed without pants, relishing his surprised squawk when his hand landed on her bare thigh. It took her awhile to fall asleep, but Akira was warm and she fit quite nicely tucked against his side, one leg thrown over his hips and head pillowed on his chest. The gentle up and down motion of his breathing was soothing and when she did finally drop off to sleep, it was the deepest and most comfortable rest she ever remembered having.

~~~

She woke up on her own, about twenty minutes before her alarm was due to ring, based on the LED clock on the bedside table. She had obviously done some tossing and turning at some point because her face was squished against the mattress, which she found to be sopping wet. The culprit was likely the trail of drool dried on her cheek. Gross. Futaba shifted her body, trying to account for all of her limbs. As she became more aware, she realized there was an arm trapped beneath her rib cage and a hairy leg shoved snugly between her thighs. When she turned her head to look at her bed-mate, she very nearly burst out laughing. Akira's face was perhaps the most calm and adorable she'd ever seen it. She'd seen Akira sleep before, but this was the deep, lost to the world type of sleep. Long eyelashes and gorgeous relaxed facial features. He really was one of the most attractive men she'd ever had the pleasure to meet.

The large amount of her hair trapped in his mouth sort of detracted from the angelic image though.

Trying hard not to laugh, she slowly pulled her hair, watching with gross fascination as Akira attempted to chew it as it slide by. Like a freaking cow. She pressed her face back into the bed, body shaking with her mirth. Falling asleep with another person was a bit difficult, but soothing. Waking up with another person was actually pretty disgusting and slightly uncomfortable.

She loved it.

The arm under her suddenly curled around her and jerked her against Akira's incredibly warm body. She squirmed for a minute, giggling. The sleeping beauty crackled one gray eye open and slurred, "Wh's so funny?" which caused her to laugh even harder.

"You uh, probably don't need breakfast I guess. Your stomach must be pretty full from all the hair you were munching on."

Akira hummed. "Your hair?"

"Who else's hair could you eat?"

"It wouldn't be the first time Morgana's tail ended up in my mouth."

"Oh my god, that's soo gross."

Akira simply hummed again.

Her alarm going off was what finally pushed them out of bed. When they got downstairs, Ryuji and Ann both had large grins on their faces, no doubt overly invested in the fact that Futaba had spent the night. Makoto was quietly sipping coffee and petting Morgana, who looked to be half asleep. Haru was long gone, headed to her morning shift at LeBlanc. Yusuke was buttering toast in the kitchen, but not so subtly throwing glances their way every now and then. What a bunch of idiots, she thought. Akira looked like he was going to say something, but Futaba put a hand on his arm. She started this mess. She would end it too.

Akira didn't argue, instead went to heat her up some curry, portioning out the rest in a container for her lunch. As she waited, Ryuji and Ann kept giving her looks. Fine, if they didn't want to make the first move, she would.

"How'd your date go, Ryuji?"

Ryuji blinked, then grinned at the invitation to blab about his evening. Idly, Futaba noticed that Ann's grin visibly dimmed at the mention, but she promptly filed this information away under the category 'things to absolutely not butt her nose into' along with following up on their...enlightening conversation from last night. "It was fantastic! We really hit it off. I don't know what it was about Akira's advice, but no matter what I said to her, she was eating out of my hands. We've got a second date coming up soon."

Makoto smiled, "That's wonderful, Ryuji. Glad it worked out."

Ryuji nodded, chest puffed out proudly. "Yep! Man, who would have thought my best friend getting some would benefit me? Like this weird spiritual wing man thing."

"Well," Futaba started, getting right to the point, "I'm happy the advice helped, but you do know that the only 'some' Akira has gotten has been a pretty stellar amount of making out, cuddling and long heart felt conversations, right? Well...at least from me."

The room was quiet for a moment before Ann and Ryuji both muttered, "huh?"

Akira chuckled, placing a plate of curry and rice in front of Futaba before sitting down himself. "It's true. We never indicated that we were in a sexual relationship. That was something you all suspected all on your own."

Makoto squinted at the pair, "You never denied it either."

"Yeah, you're right," Futaba acknowledged around a mouthful of rice. "That was mostly my fault. Didn't see a reason to correct you because I didn't think it would be much of a conversation topic. That was until...well, it was the only conversation topic."

Morgana stretched and launched himself into Akira's lap, nuzzling his best friend in greeting. "I'm surprised none of you dumb asses thought to ask me. Not only do I often sleep in that room, but I'm the one with heightened smell and hearing. If anything were going on, I would have probably known about it."

Ann smiled awkwardly, "I think the real issue is that we just didn't ask anyone. We all just rolled with the assumption. I'm sorry, you guys."

The other guilty parties murmured apologies as well. Silence fell over the group once again, everyone sitting there awkwardly and not looking at each other. It was surprisingly Yusuke who chimed in, "Damn. I was so hoping that you'd agree to model for me. I'm close to perfecting the artistic portrayal of lust, I just need about an hour of reference material."

Various screams of indignation and laughter broke out and just like that, the weird tense atmosphere was shattered. Their morning moved along as normal then. They all rode the train to Shibuya, Futaba still muttering to herself about "that pervy Inari." As empties out into the underground walkway, Ann timidly pulled her aside. She motioned to Akira to wait and went with Ann to a slightly secluded corner.

"Futaba, I am so so sorry about last night. And how obnoxious I've been in general. I can't even imagine the sort of pressure all that talk must have been putting on you. I promise that I at least will try my best not to let something like that happen again."

Futaba shook her head, amused. "It's fine, Ann. I could have said something at any time. You couldn't have known." She gave a weak laugh and joked, "And see? Not so much to be jealous of between Akira and I, now is there?"

Ann blinked at her, stunned. "No, Futaba. If anything, I'm more jealous. Our whole society thinks of sex as the pinnacle of development in a relationship. It's like some weird milestone people rush off to reach and let control their whole relationship. You guys have gone two years just enjoying each other's company and going against the flow." She grinned, rubbing her neck awkwardly, "That's the sort of dynamic I'm going to strive for now."

Futaba felt pride bloom in her gut, pride for her relationship that relied on healthy conversations and pride in her partner, who constantly pushed her to be the best version of herself she could be. "Thanks, Ann."

When she met back up with Akira, Ryuji and he were having one of their bro hugs. Maybe even Ryuji could have important heart to hearts when the need arose. She sidled up to her boyfriend's side and tilted her head curiously. Akira merely smiled and flicker her forehead playfully. When they all went their separate ways, Futaba assured Akira that she'd just meet him at LeBlanc for dinner after school let out.

Speaking of school, she had to seriously haul ass to make it on time. She felt like her lungs were about to pop as she sprinted up the stairs and burst into her classroom just before the final bell rang. She very narrowly restrained herself from fist pumping in joy and made her way to her seat so the teacher could start.

Everything was back to normal. The group chat was filled with senseless garble, mostly courtesy of Ryuji. (She certainly helped though.) Classes were as boring as ever and the window was just as lovely to distract herself with. At lunch, her friends were discussing the idea of living in the dormitories at college. "Can you imagine living with like all of your friends though? I can't tell if that would be amazing or absolutely terrible!"

A smile crept over her lips at the thought. So far, living with the Phantom Thieves was hectic. Everyone shoved their noses into everyone else's business, there were more weird quirks to get used to and deal with than ever before in her life, and everyone had their own issues that all slammed into each other when they got home. But for all of that mess, Futaba knew there was only one thing she could say on this topic.

"I think it sounds like the best thing ever."

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