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spyder-m · 5 years ago

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Shumako Week 2020, Day Six: Immersion

@shumakoweek Day Six:

AO3 / FF.net

A/N: This story references Makoto's Showtime attacks in the Royal. If you're someone who has been avoiding trailers and wants to go in completely blind, you might want to give this a miss.

Summary: After visiting the arcade with Makoto more often, Ren begins to notice the moves she does in battle seem to take inspiration from the games they play.

Makoto grit her teeth, readjusting the white-knuckled grasp she'd locked around her weapon as she ducked down, trying to recuperate.

The attack had taken them completely by surprise; a swarm of enemies ambushing both her and Ren while their guard was down. Their numbers were too great, and in the ensuing chaos, they’d been separated from one another.

As their strategist, Makoto felt a burden of responsibility; that she should have some advice or words of encouragement to help them out of this plight. Especially seeing as, while she was pinned behind cover, Ren was still fighting. Valiant, as always.

Makoto growled, desperate to help. Yet, every time she so much as lifted her gaze slightly beyond the threshold, her head was narrowly grazed by a spray of bullets.

She flinched and pulled back, knowing that she couldn't afford to take another hit.

Still, Ren couldn't have much left in him. She noticed, even fleetingly, the weariness and pained expression settling across his face; weakness he didn't usually let show easily.

Makoto was caught between the natural instinct to keep herself from harm and her desire to protect and fight alongside him; two urges struggling to pull her down different paths.

But now was not the time to deliberate. They were losing time and she needed to act.

Determined, Makoto lifted her weapon and stormed out into the fray.

With the last sliver of her health bar fading away, Makoto lowered her gun, pouting as the 'game over' screen flashed before their eyes.

She turned to Ren, visibly disappointed, who stifled a chuckle; not wanting to hurt her feelings. Though her reactions weren't as vocal as the time first time they'd played together, it was still adorable to watch her become so immersed in a video game.

"Not bad," He said, their final score rising through the ranks. "We held out much longer that time."

While Ren seemed cheerful in defeat, the loss weighed heavily on Makoto's mind; shaken by the very real threat that the game had presented.

Even though their party was much larger, they could still be outnumbered just as easily in the Metaverse. If it was a strategy that an AI programme could mount against them, then shadows could surely do the same.

She would have to come with a countermeasure they could employ if such a situation faced them.

From his periphery, Ren noticed Makoto's hand touching her chin, a sign she was lost deep in thought. Her face relaxed as he cleared his throat, pulling her back to reality.

"Want to go another round?" He asked, nodding towards the cabinet.

"No. I think I'd like to try something else," Makoto answered, locking the gun back into its stand and glancing over the throng of machines surrounding them.

She held a soft spot for the Central Street Arcade.

It was the first place she and Ren had hung out together and quickly became something of a sentimental, date-night favourite for them.

It also didn't hurt that, upon doing research, Makoto found that there actually a number of benefits to playing video games. They helped hone reflexes, hand and eye coordination and could even make one more adept at problem solving; all skills that would greatly benefit them in the Metaverse.

She had especially developed a fondness for the MotoGP racing games. Still without a motorcycle license, it was the closest she could come to recapturing that liberating feeling of riding Johanna; without the added distraction of shadows or palace infiltration.

As tempting as it was to play again, Makoto wanted to try something different. Particularly, after they had fallen short in their last round of Gun About.

After their first trip had helped her devise new tactics and approaches to battle, she was enthusiastic to find what other potential inspiration could be waiting for amongst the myriad rows of games.

Perhaps one of them could offer insight into how to help sway the flow in battle in their favour.

Makoto was fascinated, wandering between the different consoles. The brightly flashing lights, the whirring of mechanics, the clash of different jingles and sound effects resonating over one another in an effort to catch her attention.

She wasn't entirely she was searching for, but sensed that something would strike her as interesting.

Fortunately for her, she didn't have to go far.

"Oh? What's this?"

She was first drawn to the gun.

Unlike the futuristic models on the Gun About machines, this looked similar to the revolver she wielded in the Metaverse. Weighing it in her hand, Makoto already felt an affinity for the control, finding it fit comfortably in her grip.

Looking up, her eyes narrowed in on the cross hair, testing her aim on the screen.

While the controls had led her to expect something reminiscent of American Wild West films, she was surprised to find the game portraying gangs of outlaws dressed in leather dusters and bandannas, their faces caked in paint and soot.

They drove around in giant, rusted cars modified with turrets and spikes protruding from the sides; enormous wheels that elevated them several feet off the ground.

It was unlike anything she had seen before.

Were these the "steel horses" referred to in that song Ryuji sung to her?

"Oh that?" Ren stopped beside her. "That's one of those post-apocalypse games."

"I see."

"Want to give it a shot?"

"I- I suppose so."

Outside of Futaba’s palace, a sprawling, desolate wasteland stretched in every direction. The oppressive heat weighed them down, sand dunes carrying as far as the horizon.

The Pyramid was different from any of the other distortions they'd ventured into. Their presence was not registered as a threat. Their clothes did not transform initially, and the entrance was free of lurking enemies.

Futaba's Shadow had even approached them directly, ordering that they retrieve something from a neighbouring town, something of hers that had been stolen by bandits.

It struck Ren as odd. Was Futaba talking about her treasure? Was this all they needed to do? Recover it from Bandits? They wouldn't have to defeat her, the Palace Ruler. He supposed it made sense that this operation would be different. This was the first time someone had willingly asked them to change their heart.

Perhaps for anyone else, the trip might have posed a risk. The town was miles away, lost amidst the arid desert. But the Mona Bus allowed them to traverse the distance without much difficulty; even if the ride was stuffy and uncomfortable.

Still, the entire situation awoke an unease in Ren. Compared to obstacles they'd been faced with in the past, this seemed relatively easy. Suspiciously so.

It gave him a distinct flashback to Madarame's Palace, when Morgana had tried to nab a treasure left out in the open, only for a blockade of lasers to rise from the floor, separating them. Ren couldn't help but feel these stolen goods were luring them into a similar trap.

That apprehension wasn't without merit, as they encountered a Garuda on the town's outskirts, poised and ready to strike.

It pulled back shortly upon their approach, flapping its wings and steadily building power. Joker’s eyes widened before he turned to the others.

“Hold on!” He called.

At their leader’s instruction, the party switched into defensive stances, trying to shelter themselves from the shadow’s powerful wind attacks.

They grimaced, sand whipping painfully around them in all directions. Their balance almost thrown off by the relentless Magaru spells.

Fortunately, the strength Garuda exhausted with each attack wore it down over time. That was all the chance they needed to retaliate.

“Queen!” Joker instructed, noticing she had been first to recover.

Seeing the break in their foe’s attack, Makoto’s grasped her revolver. Firing rapidly from the hip, she clipped their enemy’s wing. It collapsed against the ground with a pained shriek. Vulnerable, but still far from defeated.

“Skull!” She called, as the shadow was downed.

“On it!” Her teammate yelled back, leaping beside her.

Taking to the air, they disappeared in the cloud of sand they kicked up in their wake; out of the shadow’s sight. It scanned the surroundings, desperately trying to gauge where their attack would come from.

As the dust cleared around them, Makoto and Ryuji appeared on the horizon, bathed by the sun’s light.

With their masks and dark clothes, the spikes on Makoto's shoulders, and Ryuji resting a bat against his shoulder, they looked the part of wild bandits

Even Ryuji's familiar, cocky smirk, and knowing that they were two of his closest confidants, Ren couldn't help but find the sight of them intimidating. They exuded a threatening aura.

Carelessly waggling his weapon around, and nearly bumping it against Makoto’s head in the process, Ryuji taunted the helpless Garuda. His voice trailed off in a faint, pained groan as Makoto; stern as ever; elbowed him in the side, admonishing his childishness.

Clenching her firsts, Makoto charged towards the enemy; crimson eyes narrowed dangerously. Straightening up, Ryuji shadowed closely behind her.

As the two raced upwards, Ryuji swung his bat in a full, powerful extension of his arms. It was there that Makoto landed, the force of his swing propelling her up even higher. She struck hard against the ground on her descent, the earth beneath exploding into a crater of dust and debris.

With a laugh, Ryuji shuffled back up to his feet, hollering in celebration. He lifted his fist up to Makoto, who rolled her eyes with a fond smile, and bumped it.

Ren watched silently as they returned to the group, still processing what had just happened.

“Joker?” Mona looked up.

Startled, Ren's head whipped around, noticing Ann, Morgana and Yusuke's eyes weighing over him as they awaited his next instruction.

Clearing his throat, Ren fought to suppress the flush building across his face; conscious his mask only partially covered it.

“Alright. Let’s keep moving.”

Makoto found herself captivated by the game's open world, relishing being given free rein to explore and uncover each detail of the expansive wasteland.

To her, there was something remarkably freeing about driving through the vast space, uninhibited by roads and rules to follow.

It gave limitless possibilities.

Though, the aesthetics of the game were bleak. That is, at least when compared to some of the Arcade's flashier titles.

It couldn't hold her attention forever and wasn't long before the flashing lights and sounds of the machine Ren played beside her caught Makoto's attention.

Setting down her own controller, she turned towards him.

"What are you playing?"

"This is Water Pro." Ren explained, eyes concentrating on the screen as he mashed out a string of button combinations. "It's a Wrestling game"

From over his shoulder, Makoto looked on, curious.

Though she hadn't really watched wrestling before, she was familiar with some of the more popular names on the Japanese scene. Many of them had made cameo appearances in her favourite movie series, Like a Dragon.

Admittedly, the game’s violence was wasn't quite as brutal as what Makoto had seen them endure as Yakuza gang members. Though, the combatants were still performing rough looking strikes and throws on one another.

Their actions seemed to carry a lot more flair.

They walked towards the ring dressed in extravagant costumes, throwing their arms our dramatically in front of the crowd as they were showered beneath a flash of lights and pyrotechnics.

The heroes fought nobly and engaged the audience whenever they were in control, feeding off of their support. While villains would employ under-handed tactics, clawing at their opponent's eyes and pushing over referees to a wash of jeers and boos.

Their presence was eye-catching. They were striking, self-assured and deadly, a combination that reminded her distinctively of Joker.

Judging by the game’s retro-style graphics, Makoto suspected much of what she was seeing was exaggerated and not an exact reflection of the real life equivalent. Still, she was captivated by the wrestlers’ fighting spirit. Their passion to stand up and continue even while being relentlessly beaten by their opponent.

The different, distinct characters Makoto saw Ren playing as reminded her, in many ways, of the Phantom Thieves.

She supposed it made sense. From what she understood, masks were common in wrestling; particular amongst the Japanese and Mexican styles. They played an important role in its history and often bleed into the way certain wrestlers would portray themselves. Outfits like theirs in the Metaverse, therefore, might not be out of place in a wrestling ring.

It even made Makoto wonder if their battles could take inspiration from wrestlers.

The way they would effortlessly spring through the air impressed her. They performed feats of acrobatics that she could imagine having difficulty replicating; even with her background in Martial Arts.

Though, in the Metaverse they were capable of performing well beyond their usual physical limitations.

Perhaps the idea was more feasible than she'd first thought.

Like any luxury cruise ship, Shido’s palace boasted premium facilities; plenty to keep his elite guests occupied as they traversed the flooded city.

In their exploration they'd encountered restaurants offering exquisite banquets, bars, a pool, and even a selection slot machines dotted about the Entertainment Hall; though not quite as many as they’d seen in Niijima-san's palace.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, however, most of the guests seemed to content to crowd around the speakers blaring Shido’s speeches.

In Ren’s mind, it was a blessing.

The more there was to keep the guests entertained, the more their focus could be kept away from the Thieves storming the ship.

They sought an audience with some of the ship's more esteemed guests, and Shido's trusted allies. Access to the Representative Chamber, where Shido’s’ treasure lay, was blocked off and anyone wishing to enter needed letters of introduction from the five VIPs on board.

It was for that reason they found themselves breaking into the hotel room of an IT Company President; a man who revealed himself as the culprit behind the fake Medjed's attack.

With the contempt they held for the man spilling over, their identities did not remain secret long. The President's body shifted before them into Oberon, two Scandalous Queens appearing at his side.

Throughout their infiltration of the Cruise Ship, they encountered several powerful enemies and had been routinely swapping out party members to preserve their strength.

Their line-up proved fortuitous when Haru's Mapsio attack pummeled the group, downing the President's two lackeys.

Pressing the advantage, Makoto drifted on Johanna, kicking up a powerful Freidyne spell like rubble beneath the bike's tires. Oberon grunted in pain, as the attack blasted him off of his feet.

"Noir!" Makoto called, landing on her feet her Persona sifted away.

"Right!" Haru nodded.

A ring suddenly manifested before them in an arena crowded with cheering fans. They held signs up for Queen and Noir, confetti raining down from the ceiling like a Tokyo Dome Main event.

The very sight sparked adrenaline through Ren's veins in an exhilarating rush. As though the moment was beyond mere cognition, something he was experiencing in the flesh.

Approaching the ring, Makoto sprung easily over the top, coolly cracking her knuckles. Beside her, Haru stepped between the ropes, seeming slightly more flustered and overwhelmed as she waved to the crowd.

Stopping in the corner, they raised their arms together, smiling warmly to the throngs of fans.

Despite the stark contrast of their outfits, they seemed confident as a unit; ready to stand against even the most skilled Joshi tag team.

This much became apparent when; faster than the flicker of flashbulbs among the stands; Makoto's expression changed and she leapt into action, delivering a left clothesline. Haru quickly followed up, springing off her feet with a picturesque dropkick.

Their offensive flurry had Oberon reeling and Makoto looked to finish the job, grabbing a steel chair and cracking it against the shadow's head.

Their opponent down for the count, Haru and Makoto clambered onto opposite turnbuckles, flipping off and crushing Oberon with tandem elbow drops.

As the shadow's body disintegrated into a black smog, the two posed beneath the blanket of confetti. Makoto flexing her arm menacingly as Haru winked, her fingers folding into the shape of a heart.

Lost among the masses of people, Ren was struck, similarly, by the urge to cheer. Yet, he stood frozen, as if caught in a trance; captivated watching the strength and poise that Queen exuded.

As the surrounding hotel room shifted back to its former shape, Haru and Makoto dusted themselves off, pleased.

Ren turned towards them, a more familiar, confident smirk settling back on his face.

“Nice going; Noir, Queen." He complimented, lingering on Makoto. "Where’d you learn to do something that?”

“Oh," Makoto winked. "I have my ways.”

A/N: The funny thing about Makoto and Haru’s Showtime attack is that a few New Japan wrestlers actually made cameos in Yakuza 6, and the Like a Dragon movies Makoto likes are based on Yakuza. Knowing that, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was an actual, conscious nod by the developers or just a coincidence.

Either way, I’m taking it as headcanon that that was the inspiration for Makoto and Haru’s Showtime.

The game Ren is playing is Fire Pro Wrestling, a popular wrestling series in Japan that features wrestlers from promotions like New Japan and Stardom. The one Makoto plays isn't based on anything specific, but I did have the Mad Max video game in mind. Perhaps with some Borderlands thrown in. I kept it vague though, as I haven't actually played the former.

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shumakoweek · 5 years ago

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Sorry we’ve been neglecting our tumblr as of late, but Shumako Week is still on for 2020 (January 13 - 19)! Here is the list of prompts: Day 1: Study Partners / Confessions  Day 2: Sleepover / Dreaming  Day 3: Arsene&Johanna / Metaverse Day 4: Free Day  Day 5: Coffee / Dinner Date / Cooking  Day 6: Movies / Games / Video Games  Day 7: Wedding / Proposal You can also find us on twitter, where we’re more active: https://twitter.com/shumakoweek

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notelectrictigerart · 5 years ago

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Shumako Week Day 2: Sleepover/Dreaming

Long cat.

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notelectrictigerart · 5 years ago

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Shumako Week Day 4: Free Day

My favorite delinquent power couple

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blixalookscarsick · 5 years ago

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Sometimes, things are not quite what they seem.

For every dream, there is a nightmare stalking nearby.

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blixalookscarsick · 5 years ago

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"Call it what you will—A revelation from God, or a curse of the demon king. The fact remains that our world came to an end. The age of man is behind, and now Demons roam the land. As for me, I'm caught between the two. And I sure could use a friend."

That’s right, Nocturne AU

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blixalookscarsick · 5 years ago

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The perilous gambit to save Ren and Sae was a success. However, there are still challenges ahead after this victory, one of which demands hard work and concentration as exams draw near.

#ShuMako #ShuMakoWeek #ShuMakoWeek2020 #Makoto Niijima #Ren Amamiya #Akira Kurusu #Persona 5 #Persona 5 fanfic #study partners #confessions

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spyder-m · 5 years ago

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Shumako Week 2020, Day Two: Cocoon

@shumakoweek Day Two: Dreaming / Sleepover

AO3 / FF.net

A/N: Took inspiration from the Japanese Wallpaper song “Cocoon” for this one. An album I’ve really been into lately.

Summary: There was something pleasant about waking up with someone else; a familiar comfort that had long faded in the recesses of her heart. Makoto had almost forgotten, with the loss of her father and her sister's commitment to her work, what it was like to share the morning with another person.

For as long as she could remember, Makoto had lived her life by meticulous routine. She planned everything out carefully; from the time she left for school in the morning, to her student council duties.

It was habit that came as a valuable asset when she first joined the Phantom Thieves, providing a more structured approach to their palace infiltration.

Being health conscious, Makoto understood the importance of regular, uninterrupted sleep to one's mental and physical well-being, and would ensure that she went to bed and woke up at precisely the same time each day.

Students who stayed up late were prone to daydreaming, or even falling asleep during lectures. Makoto couldn't afford such a risk. To keep up to date with her notes and maintain her spot at the top of the class, she needed to give school one percent of her concentration.

It was unusual then, that on this particular morning, she awoke not to her alarm but the soft patter of rain against the windowsill.

The sound was not one she had paid especially close attention to before.

Normally, it served as nothing more than a reminder; to bring an umbrella with her, to organise space in the gym for the sports clubs who would be unable to practice outside. Yet, in this moment, the steady trickle soothed Makoto, waking a tingling in the base of her spin.

Still, the sound was enough ground her in reality, to bring her back to her morning ritual. The need to get up and greet the day anew.

Though, despite waking up at the usual time, Makoto couldn't shake the fatigue covering her. Her eyes felt especially heavy.

It was strange. She couldn't recall having had any difficulty falling asleep. In fact, her bed felt especially warm and comfortable this morning. Makoto was struck by the temptation to stay in it; her mind still foggy from the sleep clinging to her consciousness, trying to pull her back under.

For what reason could she feel so exhausted?

Against the wishes of her tired body, her eyes lifted drowsily, bulging as they traced the unfamiliar ceiling set above her.

This was not the sleek interior of Sae's apartment, but somewhere different entirely.

Confused, Makoto’s nose wrinkled as she glanced around the room, recognition settling in at the cobwebs collecting in the corners, the worn couch and work desk. The dust covering surfaces that never seemed to lift; in contrast to Ren's claims that he had someone helping him out with cleaning.

Despite its clutter, it always felt homely and lived in. There were traces of people's presence littered throughout. A small trash-can overflowing with food wrappers and packages; courtesy, usually of Yusuke or Futaba; the rims of cups outlined by coffee staining the table in several places, a game controller slung lazily over the couch.

It was somewhere she’d managed to feel welcome and at peace; a sentiment that, unfortunately, wasn’t always shared by her own home.

Makoto’s chain of thoughts was broken by a low exhale and a hand resting against her abdomen.

Memories came rushing back to Makoto in a swell of warmth. A yelp stifled between her lips, from her periphery, she caught sight of unmistakable, shaggy black hair.

The rain had taken them by surprise the night before; study session. The heavy downpour continuing up until the last train was due to arrive for the evening. Ren had asked her to stay over, not wanting her to risk catching a cold on her way home.

Despite not wanting to intrude, Ren said it was big deal and he’d had Yusuke spend the night before. He was even kind enough to offer up the bed, and sleep on the couch.

Not wanting to deprive him, it had she who suggested shyly that they share.

Though, it seemed they had not devoted much time to trying to sleep. She could recall distinctly each softly uttered word they exchanged underneath the cover of darkness, the feather light caress of his skin jolting through her like a torrent of Zio.

Even when Ren eventually drifted off to sleep, rest alluded Makoto. Her focus was instead drawn to his proximity, the soothing pattern of breaths carrying from his body, the heat that he emanated and sheer intimacy of the act they were engaged in. He had lent her a baggy shirt to sleep in, one large enough to stretch down to her thighs. His scent permeated from the material, engulfing her.

Even at his most peaceful state, when he was in no way intending, Ren distracted her.

His face was relaxed as he slept, innocent and completely at peace. Lost in a world without shadows or corrupt adults, without threats looming upon their horizon.

She indulged in closely studying his face; the self-consciousness she might have felt at their proximity, at staring so openly, absent. Makoto relished in the details she had missed; shrouded by his glasses, the mask he normally wore. The subtle blemishes of his skin, the shape of his noise. It was cute.

In the past, Makoto had never understood the appeal of sleeping in.

Relaxation and recreation were, of course, important parts of maintaining one's health. But lying still with her own thoughts for prolonged periods made her feel antsy. She would rather get up and spend her free time reading or watching a movie; something that could help stimulate her mind.

That was before she had felt this solid warmth at her back, cocooning her in a tangle of limbs and blankets. Ren’s arms stayed circled around her waist even as he rested, his chin tucked between her neck and shoulder. Makoto was struck, vividly, by the memory of those soft, pink lips tracing her skin.

There was something pleasant about waking up with someone else; a familiar comfort that had long faded in the recesses of her heart. Makoto had almost forgotten, with the loss of her father and her sister's commitment to her work, what it was like to share the morning with another person.

She didn't stir until hours later, with the faintest touch against her lips. The lingering aroma of coffee clinging to Ren's breath.

"Morning," he murmured softly as she stirred. "Did you sleep well?"

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spyder-m · 5 years ago

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Shumako Week 2020, Day One: The Set-Up

@shumakoweek Day One: Study Partners / Confessions

AO3 / FF.net

Summary: The Phantom Thieves face one of their most challenging operations to date, getting a confession out of their leader and advisor.

It was no secret that the Charge Commander of the Phantom Thieves, Sakamoto Ryuji, was not one for subtlety. Despite his best efforts, there were times where he became overzealous, words slipping out without a thought.

Their latest operation was one of he was having trouble keeping under wraps.

With a near-impossible task and seemingly insurmountable odds stacked against them, the pressure was becoming too much to contain. The urge to speak out, to try and find advice was tearing away at him.

The Phantom Thieves had managed fine without Joker's guidance before; pulling off operations during his interrogation and time in prison. But a mission without both their leader and advisor, in many ways, his second-in-command, wouldn't be easy.

Yet, Ryuji knew they couldn't let themselves become distracted by what they were missing. They needed to stay positive.

They still had Futaba's hacking skills, and that furball, as much as he hated to admit, was their most experienced member. Most of what they knew had been because of his teachings.

And while he, Ann and Morgana could get on each other's nerves at times; when united by a common goal, they were a powerful force as original members. They would need to harness that force as much as possible, considering this could be their hardest mission yet.

Not only were they short team members, but they had two targets they needed to get a confession out of this time.

Ryuji leant back with an exhale, warm water lapping at the knots in his shoulder; allowing him a momentary respite from the concern clouding his mind.

He and Ren were visiting the baths across from Leblanc again; a momentary respite Ryuji was thankful for; particularly now that there weren't any old dudes constantly cranking up the heat.

Though, the trip couldn't alleviate his worries entirely. Even it was part of their plan. He needed to stay focused.

The setting was perfect, an excuse for him to bring up the conversation they'd had last time without raising suspicion.

Back then, Ryuji hadn't expected Yusuke to show much interest in girls, beyond aesthetics. Though, he had been surprised that Ren played coy when asked about Ann; talking up her strengths as a teammate and a friend.

Tsk, what a cop-out.

Ryuji had the feeling Ren was well-versed with women. At least, based on how well he'd handled the maid incident compared to Mishima. Not to mention, for the short time he'd lived in Tokyo, he'd certainly made connections with a lot of them.

Ryuji found it hard to believe he didn't have a preference.

Still, thinking on it, his words rung true.

Over the past few years, many things had changed. Their team had grown, and there were more female members. There was someone Ren carried herself around quite differently from anyone else on their team.

It had to mean something.

Though he was quiet, at times hard to read, Ryuji suspected the response to his question would be a bit different this time around and decided now was as good a time as any to probe.

"So, Renren. When are you gonna like... ask Makoto out?"

Though, as established, Ryuji was never one for subtlety.

It was fortunate that Ren had the foresight to remove his glasses before they entered the bathhouse. For; despite priding herself on keeping calm and level-headed throughout even their most dire Metaverse battles; he was completely rocked by Ryuji's question, his body slipping beneath the surface of the water with a shocked cry.

Ryuji chuckled, pleased to have caught his usually cool, stoic friend off guard. The reaction was telling, there was definitely something to his suspicion.

Ren emerged, moments later, a maelstrom of coughs and damp, shaggy hair. Though the springs were warm, Ryuji wasn't sure they were the reason for the flush building across his face.

His laughter died, though, under the glare Ren leveled in his direction.

"W- what? Where did you get that idea?"

"Come on, man. I'm not that stupid. You’d have to have been hit by Marin Karin to not see that you two are totally into each other."

"Oh, really?" Ren challenged.

"Uh, yeah. Remember back when we broke into Boss' house in the middle of a storm and the lights went out? Makoto was practically hanging off of you."

"S- she was just scared. Futaba does the same thing whenever we're somewhere crowded."

Ryuji took satisfaction in the flinch that crossed Ren’s face. He had a weak point and capitalise on the advantage.

"Well, speaking of Futaba. When we were fighting that cognition of her mom, you knocked Makoto out of the way when that pillar was going to hit her."

"I didn't want her to get hurt! I would've done that for any of you guys."

"Really?” Ryuji grinned, smugly, his arms folding. “Cause you sure held onto her for longer than necessary though. I'm pretty sure she was fine."

"That's-"

"Not to mention, I heard from Ann that you've been going on double-dates with Makoto and her friend."

"That's just a cover. I'm helping her lookout for Eiko."

Ren’s protest trailed off, perhaps the most half-hearted of them all. Ryuji’s expression softened, his words carrying a more sincere lilt.

"But you wouldn't mind if you were actually dating?"

Ren sighed, his eye’s carrying to the ceiling as he leant back.

"All I'm saying is, I've only ever seen her act like that around you. A lot of other guys seem kind of scared by her."

"She's our teammate, Ryuji.” Ren insisted. “A great strategist and friend. There's nothing more to it than that."

Ryuji shrugged.

"If you say so, man."

The apparent doubt in Ryuji's voice was not missed by Ren, as if noticing his lack of conviction. The words troubled him, picking at an uncertainty inside of him.

Ann's eyes lifted over the cup of coffee she held to her lips, carefully watching Makoto through the wisps of steam rising from the liquid.

She had asked her older friends to come out with her to the shopping district, part of the plan she had formed with Ryuji and the rest of the Thieves: to get Ren and Makoto alone and ask them about their feelings for one another.

With everything in its right place, the boys should have been at the bathhouse just across the alleyway right now. Futaba would be monitoring the situation from her room, convenient, as it meant she wouldn't have to also face the crowds of ().

This was an operation Ann had to approach this like any other battle; consider the enemy's strengths and weaknesses and exploit them to her advantage.

She knew she wouldn't be able to beat Makoto when it came to strategy and wasn't dumb enough to even try and overpower her physically - although, having Haru with her may have helped.

If she probed, Makoto might feel like she was being interrogated and get suspicious. Asking directly, flustering her and catching her off guard when she was relaxed, would work best in Ann's favour. It would be the fastest way to expose her true feelings.

They were on familiar turf, enjoying coffee in the booths of Leblanc. A place Makoto had grown more than comfortable. It would be the last place she would expect an ambush.

Much like in Hawaii with the guys, she would ask, point black, framing the question as casual conversation.

As Makoto didn't chat with her peers often, it's possible she wouldn't pick up on the obvious motive behind her question.

Though, normally, it would be either Makoto or Futaba who would remind her of enemy strengths and weaknesses, which posed an issue. Futaba wasn't with them and she couldn't clue Makoto in on what they had planned.

"So, Makoto. What kind of guy do you like?"

Makoto's voice squeaked, her own cup almost slipping from her grip.

"W- where is this coming from, all of a sudden?"

"Relax Makoto, it's just girl talk." Ann reassured warmly. "I didn't get to ask you on the school trip like I did with Ren and Ryuji, and what can I say? I'm curious."

"W- what do you expect? You should know I'm not familiar with such things."

"Maybe so, but a lots changed in the past year. You've done things you now that I bet you never would have dreamed of before."

Makoto caught her bottom lip between her. She certainly couldn't argue that point.

"Maybe you just haven't figured out what your type is yet? That's okay! We can help you out!"

With a smirk, Ann's finger stroked her chin; a gesture usually akin to Makoto; scrutinising her friend closely. Makoto's eyes lowered, suddenly unnerved by her friend's proximity, her fingers tracing the pattern of her skirt. She decided not to acknowledge her, not wanting to risk incriminating herself. Instead, she left Ann to speculate out loud.

"What about the guys in our group, huh?" Ann began. "You and Ryuji might be at odds, but he seems into you. He's always talking about how awesome your Persona is."

Despite her best efforts to ignore Ann, Makoto coughed, a mouthful of coffee catching in her windpipe. Haru shuffled beside her, patting her on the back and sliding over a glass of water.

Of all the names Ann could have come out with, Makoto had definitely not expected Ryuji to rank highly.

Certainly, Makoto had grown of Ryuji. The perception she once held of him as a problem delinquent had been quickly shattered in the time they’d spent together. Though at times, he still behaved in a frustrating fashion, she had come to find that he was passionate, well-meaning and incredibly loyal.

Still, she wasn’t sure where Ann had gotten that idea at all. If anything, Ryuji seemed much closer to her.

"Hmm.” Ann continued, her tangent seemingly uninterrupted by Makoto’s coughs. “Well, I suppose I could also see it being someone like Akechi. He's popular, but smart like you, and a detective."

Makoto shuddered, finding the notion of Akechi viewing her in a romantic light unsettling.

If anything, she saw him as a rival. His presence waking pangs of jealously, for all the time he spent with sis and the respect she appeared to hold for him. Still, she didn’t answer, opting instead to savour her coffee; careful to take smaller sips.

"Not interested, huh? Well, I suppose it shouldn't be surprising that your tastes wouldn't match most girls our age..."

As Ann broke off, seemingly lost in thought once again, Makoto hoped for this conversation to not continue.

"Though, I have to say, Ren gave quite an interesting answer when I asked him about this."

"I- is that so?" Makoto answered, reflexively; realisation seeping through her with a grimace.

That this was the first time Makoto actually spoke up wasn't missed by Ann. Though, she couldn’t afford to let it show.

She would have to revel silently in that small victory.

"Mm." Ann said, feigning nonchalance. Though inside, she was growing giddy with excitement. "He said he valued intelligence most in a girl. Now, I wonder who that could be referring to?"

"We hadn't met you yet, Haru, so he couldn't have been talking about you, and... Well, Ren's seen my test results, so I doubt he meant me. That would leave either Futaba, or..."

"Why are you restricting this to our group?" Makoto protested, perhaps too fiercely. "Ren knows plenty of intelligent women. There's that Doctor who supplies us with medicine, or the Shogi player, Hifumi-san."

"Yeah, you're right, Makoto. What about Sae-san? She fits that description perfectly."

Ann could sense the urge to grin pulling at her lips; proud of how she'd managed to turn the conversation back against Makoto.

Bringing up her older sister; who she often compared herself to; was perhaps an under-handed move. But they were thieves after all, and Ann was determined to uncover the truth.

If Makoto felt anything for Ren, the idea of him liking Sae-san would certainly spark a response from Makoto.

Makoto swallowed. She was glad the conversation was no longer centered around her, but... The idea of Ren being attracted to sis, didn't sit well with her, those feelings of inadequacy churning inside her chest.

Perhaps, worse still, was that the scenario didn't seem that farfetched to Makoto. She could actually imagine Ren being able to live up to her sister's lofty expectations.

While sis was meticulous, there was an inexplicable charm to Ren, one that many; herself included; were drawn to. Being related to Sae, Makoto suspected it would work similarly on her. After all, he had managed to break through her cold exterior before.

There shouldn't have been any reason for it bother her. They had no business speculating about their private lives.

"If you don't mind, could we perhaps change the subject? I- I'm not sure Ren would appreciate us having this discussion."

Ann relented, already having got what she needed from their conversation.

A tactical retreat, for the time being.

After assessing the targets, the Thieves reported their findings back to one another at the Accessway in Shibuya.

Of all their hideouts, it seemed the safest place.

Had they met up at Leblanc, or the Shujin rooftop, there was always the chance that Ren or Makoto would stumble upon them.

Instead, they kept their plans for the weekend open, knowing that Ren would be busy working at Leblanc and Makoto, as always, would be preparing for University entrance exams.

Their normal hangouts were nearby anyway. Ann usually spending time in the Underground Mall, Ryuji the Arcade on Central Street, Haru tending to her crops at Shujin, and Yusuke people-watching in the middle of the station.

It would be easy for them to meet up at a moment's notice.

Morgana would have the hardest time sneaking off, as he usually stuck with Ren. The Thieves agreed it would be best for him to leave with Futaba, the two claiming they were going to Akihabara, so has as not to raise any suspicion.

After a few rounds of Gun About, Ryuji shuffled over, his hands buried in his pockets. He greeted Ann with a lazy dip of his head.

"Any luck?"

Ann shook her head with a sigh.

"Makoto tried her best to deny it, but it was pretty much written on her face. "

"Yeah, same with Ren."

"Hm. It would seem it won’t be easy to get a confession out of either of them."

"That sure suits them both. Stubborn 'til the end."

"Urgh. Why is this so hard? We’ve made criminals confess; it shouldn’t be so difficult to get our own friends to admit their feelings."

"Yeah. Kinda sucks all that stuff with Eiko blew over. All that fake dating shit really seemed it was getting them somewhere."

"Wait, that's it!"

"Wha-"

"Why don't we convince them to go on another pretend date? We could get Eiko to go along with it. We send those two somewhere romantic together, have Eiko split at the last minute and things are sure to play out between them!”

"I guess? But like, how are we gonna ask? Do you even know her?"

"I don't. But she's a third-year like you, right Haru?"

"That's right. I've seen Eiko-san around before, but we've never really spoken before."

"You're both friends with Makoto, though. That's a start! If you let Eiko know we need her to help out Makoto, I'm sure she'll be willing to listen."

"Well, I suppose. How do we approach her about it, though? I don't have her number."

"Leave that to me! Just gotta crack in Makoto's cloud and we should have no problem finding the right number."

"Please don't tell me you've done that to any of us before."

"Aw, come on, guys. You can trust me. This is just a one-time thing, I promise! For the mission, and their own good. The ends will justify the means."

"Well, if you say so."

Ren's fingers rapped against Leblanc's counter-top, his long, drawn-out sigh accompanying the sporadic beat.

The shop was unusually quiet.

Sundays had always been slow for business, Sojiro had told him so. People wanted to make the most out of their day off and tended to rely more on caffeine to fuel them during busy work weeks.

Still, that trend had seemingly shifted ever since Ren had moved upstairs, making friends of his own in Tokyo. They would hang around, keeping him company during long, uneventful shifts; often without need for invitation.

It was a shame they had all had other plans today and left him feeling a little sad.

For as much time they had spent and grown together, Ren almost couldn't remember what it was like; or how he had managed to get by; without them. It felt empty, alien.

Perhaps it was born of a connection between their Persona; the other self that had laid dormant inside them all.

At the lively sounds stirring through Yongen-jaya, Ren was overcome by envy.

Children laughing, dogs barking, patrons chattering with enthusiasm as they stepped out of the recently reopened movie theatre.

He wished he could be outside with them.

With no customers around, and all the dishes cleaned and stacked beside the sink, there weren't even any of the store's usual, mundane tasks that Ren could focus on to past the time.

Ren's hand lowered, digging through his pocket for his phone. Craving the distraction and hoping maybe, someone, might be finished with their commitments for the day. Willing to see him.

Before he could punch in his passcode, the bell above the door chimed.

Not wanting to incur another lecture from Sojiro about slacking off while on the clock; this from the guy who was usually reading the paper behind the counter; Ren's phone found a makeshift hiding place under the sleeve of his shirt.

However, a swell of happiness flooded through Ren, as he instead saw Makoto stepping through the door, her lips pulling into a smile.

His initial surprise dissipating, Ren exhaled, the familiar face flashing before him a beacon of relief.

He hadn't bothered messaging Makoto earlier, knowing that she was busy studying and not wanting to interrupt here. Her presence was unexpected.

Still, he wasn't complaining. Her company could keep him from going insane until Boss got back.

"Hey Makoto. How's studying going? Here for the usual?" Ren asked, hoping she would take the invitation.

"Please." She answered, setting down in the stool nearest him. "Although, I'm afraid I didn't come here just for coffee."

"Is that so?" Ren asked, sifting through the large display of beans behind him. "Well, what's up?"

"I need to ask a favour of you. One big enough to bring me here in person."

"Fire away."

"Eiko's asked us on a double date again."

Ren froze in the middle of adjusting the siphon, wondering for a moment if he had heard correctly.

"Oh." The word slipped out reflexively. "I thought she ended things with Tsukasa?"

"She did." Makoto nodded. "She has a new boyfriend now, apparently."

Ren hummed in reply, as he worked on her coffee, expecting her to continue. Though, from the way Makoto's hands kneaded together and her gaze zeroed in on the countertop; it mustn't have been easy to piece together whatever was on her mind.

Ren glanced up, taken by a momentary flash of concern. Such apprehension was unlike her; it had been for months.

"The problem is... Well- You see, after everything. I never told her that you and I dating was... just an act. It never occurred to me that this would come up again."

"So, she still thinks that we're...?"

"Exactly."

The sound of water churning at least distracted from the palpable silence that rung out between them.

As if not wanting to be swallowed up, by the heavy, oppressive atmosphere, Makoto urged herself to carry on, words now trailing from her lips in a flurry.

"While I could just turn her down, I am worried." She admitted. "I hope this won't be a repeat of what happened with Tsukasa. While I'm sure that the whole experience helped her become a better judge of character, I want to make sure her new boyfriend doesn't have any ulterior motives.

“I'm sure that we'll only need this one date to find out. After that, I can explain everything to her and clear up any confusion about us... Or lie and say that we've broken up, whichever comes easier."

"You've really thought this through." Ren laughed as he added the finishing touches to Makoto’s coffee and set it down. She accepted the cup, smiling.

“She asked me earlier today. It was bothering me so much that I couldn’t focus on studying anymore. I had to come and ask you."

“Alright. Well, let me know the time and place, and I’ll be here.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Ren. I promise this will be the last time.”

It was strange, becoming abruptly conscious of something that had long been missing.

It had never really struck Ren until now, that he and Makoto had stopped 'dating' weeks ago.

Now, starting again seemed... bittersweet, as he knew, going in, that it wouldn't last. That he would, in a way, be saying goodbye to times he had fond memories. Times that had brought he and Makoto closer.

Though, it was foolish, pointless, to despair. This being their last 'date' didn't mean that wouldn't spend time together anymore, Ren knew this.

Yet, somehow, the prospect of it ending left him feeling hollow, sad.

When the two arrived at Odaiba Seaside Park in their agreed meeting place, Makoto couldn’t find Eiko anywhere.

She wondered initially, if in her nervous haste, she had had them leave too early, arriving well before the other couple.

That must be it, she reassured herself. There was no need to worry. Dates and hangouts between friends were casual affairs, with schedules that weren't enforced that strictly. They would show up at any moment.

Though, as the minutes melted away, and the sun began fading into dusk, she grew anxious. Why hadn't Eiko turned up yet? Had something happened?

Unsurprisingly, Makoto wasn't alone in sensing something was off.

"We didn’t mix up any of the details, did we?" Ren asked, glancing over Makoto's shoulder as she double-checked the message on her phone.

"No." Makoto frowned. "Eiko said to meet right here at around 6 o’clock. Surely, they couldn't have forgotten?"

Makoto sighed. Despite how carefully she had planned, the evening was already falling apart. All because of circumstances beyond her control.

Not to mention, Ren was doing her a favour. She would feel like she was exploiting his good-will if she dragged him out for a date that didn't even end up happening.

Makoto's concern was alleviated momentarily by the chime of her phone.

"Oh, Eiko just messaged me. Perhaps they’re running late?"

Her fingers tapped against the screen, nose wrinkling at the string of words that flashed before her eyes.

Good luck! You can thank me l8r! Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

"That's strange." She said, turning the screen towards Ren. "Perhaps she meant to send this to someone else?"

Ren's eyes narrowed as they glossed over the cryptic text before looking to her with a shrug.

Hoping for a more concise answer, Makoto frantically strung together a reply.

Eiko? What are you talking about? Where are you?

Though, as she pressed send, clutching her phone in eager anticipation, her patience and optimism began to wear thin.

Makoto doubted the message had not been seen. Eiko was rarely without her phone and normally quite punctual when responding. If anything, her concern had shifted into suspicion.

Eiko laid out an incredibly vague hint, before lapsing into apparent radio silence.

Good luck? What could that possibly mean? What is she up to?

“Should we head back?” Ren asked, his voice pulling Makoto from her reverie.

Her lips pursed.

The offer was tempting. Though, after coming all the way; even having paid the train fare; it would seem like a waste to leave.

They didn't get out of the city often. They could at least enjoy themselves for tonight.

Tourists and other couples wandered by, basking in the picturesque view of the setting sun as it draped over the water.

For every glance she exchanged with passing strangers, Makoto grew more self-conscious, wondering if perhaps they thought she and Ren were together.

If Ren noticed, he didn’t say. Instead, seeming similarly taken by the scenery as she caught him from the corner of her eye. Though it couldn’t stop the pang guilt building her chest. Being alone with him, in a clearly romantic setting, and the longing it stirred inside of her.

"I'm sorry, Ren.” Her apology broke abruptly. “I can tell Eiko. That way, we can be done with... With all of this."

"Hey, if I didn’t know any better Makoto, I’d think you didn’t enjoy my company." Ren smirked, sensing the shift in her mood.

"T-that’s not the case! I just didn’t want to trouble you anymore."

"Makoto, come on. It’s no trouble. I was happy to help you look out for Eiko, getting to spend time with you is a bonus."

"You’re a great friend, Makoto." He tacked on, lamely.

Ren panicked, internally, as the words brought a flicker of disappointment across her face.

"A friend to Eiko, I mean." He reiterated, stumbling over his words. "That’s not to say we aren’t friends. It’s just you mean, so much to me- All of you guys do. ‘Friend’ doesn’t really describe it, you’re like… confidants."

Makoto couldn’t contain the peal of laughter that broke from her lips.

"It’s alright Ren, I understand."

Ren was quiet, at times, but concise and deliberate when he did speak. For him to stammer was unusual.

For everything he had endured and accomplished as their leader, it was a reminder that he wasn’t infallible. Even though Ren seemed more socially attuned than her, he was still an ordinary teenager who could become awkward and flustered. It was something Makoto found reassuring.

Her eyes fell on Rainbow Bridge, stretching back into Tokyo. Reminded of longing daydreams that plagued her, of having someone to walk across it with. She exhaled, wistfully, knowing her luck in that department.

"I guess Eiko was right when she said I would flunk a test on love.” Makoto said. “The only way I could make her think otherwise was by lying. I can’t learn about romance by myself."

"What about me?"

"I appreciate the offer, Ren,” Makoto sighed, “but I think we should stop pretend dating-"

No sooner had she formed the words than they were stifled by the pressure of Ren’s own lips gently capturing hers. Makoto’s eyes widened, the space dissipating between them, as she was pulled into his arms.

Only when the kiss had lingered long enough for her to find her own rhythm, to confirm that it was real, did he pull away, the sincerity and intenseness of his gaze pinning her down.

"You’re right. We should.”

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Shumako Week 2020, Day Four: Learn By Doing

@shumakoweek Day Four: Free Day

AO3 / FF.net

Summary: Frustrated with Ren holding himself back for her sake, Makoto hatches a plan to take their relationship to the next level.

A/N: I only had this idea a couple of days and, in hindsight, it probably would've worked better for "Study Partners". Oh well.

In the time they had been together, Ren had been the perfect gentleman to Makoto; in keeping with his Phantom Thief persona. Their displays of affection remained relatively chaste; holding hands and kissing lightly.

It was material Makoto had come to know like the back of her hand; gestures that brought with them a familiar warmth and comfort.

As their relationship progressed, Makoto's desire grew steadily; yet her intimacy with Ren remained stagnant. The same foreplay that had once exhilarated her to the very core became routine and could no longer satiate the burning inside of her.

Instead, she was left aching and unsatisfied.

Makoto understood that there was more for them to learn together, and their intimacy only served to deepen the yearning she felt to take their relationship further.

Still, no matter how she tried to escalate things between them, Ren would always restrain himself.

Though disappointing as it may be, she could understand if he wasn't interested. Yet, he seemed at constant conflict with himself; holding back despite the obvious, physical urges of his body. Despite her own clear desire for exactly what he was depriving them both of.

It seemed she would need to try something a little more daring. That way, there could be no ambiguity.

Though, without a consistent maternal figure in her life, it was somewhat difficult to find advice on how to approach this.

She didn’t have clear memories of her mother.

While Sae had spent years taking care of her, it wasn’t a conversation she felt her sister would be enthusiastic about having. Sis was protective, still thinking of her as a child.

Though her heart was in the right place, Makoto found it ridiculous.

She was her own person now; an adult living independently on the University Campus.

She shouldn't have to answer to anyone.

She felt comfortable turning to her friends.

Ann, who was a model, always seemed so confident and sure of herself when posing for photo shoots. Effortlessly sexy.

Makoto had never had a problem asserted herself as part of the Phantom Thieves. Alongside her friends, she had stopped before dark manifestations of some of the city's most dangerous criminals.

Yet her relationship was another matter entirely.

She wanted to harness the same confidence she felt in the Metaverse. To be powerful, the one in control.

The opportunity presented itself tonight.

Now that they were at University, she and Ren would often study together. Being in the midst of busy semesters, it could be hard to make time for dates. Studying together, allowed them to be in one another's company without sacrificing their grades.

Ren had always spoken highly of her tutoring abilities, ever since she’d first helped him revise for his second-year mid-terms. Now, however, their courses were different, and they had their own material to cover. Even though she was a year ahead of them, she couldn't offer him advice in the same way.

Instead, they would usually help one another out by exchanging notes and quizzing each other at the end of each session.

Though tonight, Makoto had something else in mind.

She decided that for each question Ren answered correctly, she would reward him.

She was nervous when Ren stepped through the entrance to her dorm room that evening, lips curving softly in greeting as he took her into his arms.

Like always; as they settled into a comfortable, familiar rhythm; Makoto would try to shift closer in his embrace and deepen the kiss. Yet, Ren would pull away, the heat building at her core abruptly snuffed out.

Makoto smiled up at him shyly, hoping to mask the nerves bubbling in her chest. Their eyes caught briefly before she severed the contact.

No need to rush, she reassured herself. They had plenty of time.

For the next hour, Makoto sympathised with Ryuji and Ann, and every study session they had struggled through, as she and Ren poured silently over their own textbooks.

The pursuit of knowledge was usually one that Makoto relished. Yet, tonight, she could hardly keep from glancing at the clock, wishing the time would move faster.

It was torture, watching Ren out of the corner of her eye. She was drawn to the way his bangs fell into his eyes; how the line of his clavicle was exposed by the open neck of his shirt, the bare skin tantalising and inviting.

Occasionally, he would catch her gaze with a grin or playful wink.

She could barely concentrate on the material in front of her, the words on the page blurring together in an indistinguishable mess. She was not confident that she was retaining enough to be quizzed on.

Though, if things went according to plan, she wouldn’t have any reason to worry. Any thought of tests would soon slip completely from Ren's mind.

Not wanting to hold out any longer, she offered to quiz him first. Ren, fortunately, accepted, sliding his notes over to her.

Unlike her, he didn't seem to have had any difficulty concentrating and answered the first question correctly.

“Yes, that’s right,” Makoto smiled, arms lifting to slip her jacket off of her shoulders.

Though it was not particularly cold, she had deliberately worn the extra layer. She felt that allowing herself the time and repetition, she would become more comfortable with taking her clothes off.

Ren’s eyebrows lifted as he followed her movement, smiling.

“What’s the matter? Feeling hot?”

It crossed Makoto’s mind momentarily that perhaps she should answer yes, she was hot. For him. It seemed like something Ann might say.

But she couldn’t work up the nerve.

It would probably be a bad idea to reveal her intentions so soon. It was something she needed to build towards steadily.

Instead, she nodded coyly, moving promptly onto the next question.

As Ren pondered, searching his brain for the right information, Makoto concentrated on taking steady breaths, hoping to calm her erratic heartbeat.

While Ren seemed surprised by her sudden decision to take off her jacket, his behaviour didn't seem to have struck as particularly suspicious. She was in the clear. For now.

Having taken their shoes off at the dorm's entrance, Makoto began to peel away her stockings, exposing the skin of her leg inch by inch.

Though not particularly vain, Makoto was pleased she had always kept herself fit and continued her Aikido training; admiring the tone and flexibility of her legs. She could feel Ren's line of sight trailing shamelessly over them. The action became less daunting and she felt a rush of confidence, knowing that it was drawing him to her.

Makoto wiggled her toes as they were freed to the room’s cool temperature. Setting down her stockings, Makoto retrieved Ren’s notes, glancing back up as he stared blankly.

"Ready?" She prompted.

"Huh?" Ren blinked. "Oh, y- yeah."

Despite his apparent distraction; eyes noticeably trained away from her lower body; Ren managed to maintain his score three for three.

Makoto bit her lip, knowing all that was left between there were only two layers left between them. Knowing that it was the final threshold for her to cross. From this point on, there could be no ambiguity to her intentions.

With bated breath, Makoto fingers clasped her top button, eyes never drawing from Ren for a moment.

“Wait, Makoto." Ren's hand rose, his head turning. "Stop. What are you doing?”

“Oh, nothing." She answered, feigning innocence. "I was thinking we could change things up a little. Maybe study a different subject?”

“Okay…” The word escaped Ren, slow and hesitant. “What did you have in mind?”

“I'm not sure.” She slunk closer towards him, feeling her heartbeat palpitate through to the shell of her ear.

Her finger reached out to brush over his lips, descending over the plane of his throat. She grasped his hands, moving them around her to take the clasp of her bra.

"What about... anatomy?" Her lips hovered by his ear, her voice lowering, sultry.

Ren’s eyes widened; close enough to her that she could make out the flecks of red scarring the whites, the sweat that gathered between his eyelashes.

His hands held, rigid and reluctant to move, Adam's apple bulging as he swallowed.

"A- are you sure?"

In lieu of answering, Makoto pulled Ren into a tight embrace, crushing her lips against his in a gnashing of teeth and tongue.

Her own fingers began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, suddenly self-conscious by her partner’s lack of undress.

Soon, her naked breasts were cushioning against his chest, the skin on skin contact breaking moans from her lips. As her head whipped back, Ren's littered a trail of nips against her bare neck.

Their notes fell, scattering across their floor as they moved to Makoto’s bed.

Opting to shift their focus from the theory, they indulged in a more practical test.

With their limited expertise, they weren’t the most confident. They fumbled and stammered around one another, at times making mistakes. Yet, the knowledge they gained together; these new, invigorating sensations; made everything worthwhile, as Makoto could finally feel the stirring ease within her.

They would certainly improve with time and further revision.

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Shumako Week 2020, Day Seven: Letter From a Thief

@shumakoweek Day Five: Wedding / Proposal

AO3 / FF.net

A/N: Going to have to post my last couple of entries out of order as I am nowhere near finished on Day 6.I went for a slightly different meaning of 'proposal' for this one. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: “Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.”Police Commissioner Niijima receives a tip-off from the leader of the Phantom Thieves. AU Cop!Makoto.

Makoto's father had always taught her not to overthink things. That, your gut instinct was often correct.

Having looked up to the man from a young age, it was advice she held onto, helping to keep their connection alive; often guiding her when promising cases reached seemingly dead ends.

He was someone she wanted to model herself after as a police officer.

The strength he had exuded in spite of the hardships facing him. He lost his wife and had no choice but to balance his two passions, raising his daughters and keeping the city safe. It was part of what helped her grieve when his own life was cut short, recalling the brave face he had put on for her and Sae even when he felt at his worst.

It gave her life a purpose, carrying on attending to the task most important to him; protecting and serving Tokyo.

Yet, when those instincts brought her to the Rainbow Bridge in the dead of the night, Makoto couldn't help but have doubts.

Under different circumstances, it might be a poor choice for a secret rendezvous, as the bridge saw traffic even late into the night. Yet, recently it had been closed for construction, a smattering of signs redirecting motorists.

Moving around the blockade, Makoto readjusting her coat, ensuring it hide the pistol she had holstered earlier. She wanted to remain discreet.

The police's investigation into the Mafia, the threats and blackmail that citizens were being subjected to, had hit a wall. They were struggling to find a lead, anything that could lead them vaguely in the right direction.

Makoto hated that feeling. Knowing that there were people in danger yet having no way to help them. It was her duty as a police officer to keep the citizens safe.

Any information they could get their hands would be useful.

That had lifeline had to come to her on an ordinary workday.

There had been several officers collected around her desk when she arrived that morning, all chattering to one another. Their conversation fell into silence as she approached, eyes weighing upon her in a mix of suspicion and concern.

The sight of that red card sparked dread in Makoto, the logo that had been plastered across news bulletins for several months now resting on her desk in plain view.

She couldn't understand. What reason could the Phantom Thieves possibly have for targetting her?

Had they seen their shortcomings in their investigation of the Mafia as a failure to protect the powerless amongst Tokyo? Were they going to be punished for allowing innocent people to be exploited?

The message was less abstract, less bombastic than the other Callings Cards they had collected in evidence. The newspaper clippings read rather succinctly: "Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone."

She wouldn't be honouring that promise.

For all she knew, this could be a trap.

They had no way of even confirming if this was a real Calling Card.

Makoto doubted the Phantom Thieves; vigilantes though they may be; had any intention of harming the Police, but it wouldn't do to not exercise caution.

It looked authentic; practically identical to the ones sent in the past. But, they had been widely distributed amongst public places. Someone could have easily replicated it.

Perhaps the Mafia had noticed them picking up on their trail and planned an ambush in the hopes of scaring them off.

There was no way of knowing for sure.

But she would play along.

The wire Makoto had pinned to the inside of her shirt would keep her in touch with the armed officers that were watching her from a vantage point above, as well as those stationed in a van parked down the road.

At the slightest hint of danger she would call in backup.

Makoto flicked her sleeve back, eyes carrying over the second hand's rotation. One minute to midnight.

She was early.

"Impeccable timing as always, detective."

Instinctively, Makoto's hand traced the holster at her hip as the masked man rappeled before her, the ends of his dark coat sweeping dramatically behind him.

Makoto's eyes strained, hoping to make out anything distinctive above his profile. With the streetlights dimmed, much of his face was obscured by the cover of night.

Still, she had no doubt.

This was, unmistakeably, Joker; the leader of the Phantom Thieves.

The group that had been, somehow, miraculously compelling criminals into turning themselves in. Criminals they had been pursuing fruitlessly for months, crimes that hadn't been able to uncover. As an alumnus and former student council president of Shujin Academy, Makoto had been horrified to learn what had become of the school since her graduation.

That the volleyball teacher; former Olympian, Suguru Kamoshida; had been sexually and physically assaulting students. To the point that one of them attempted suicide.

The students were too afraid to speak up, the parents and faculty members privy to what was going on, unwilling to lift a finger. Within the school’s walls, Kamoshida was impervious to justice.

Shujin was a prestigious prep school, one of the finest in Japan. As part of the student council, Makoto worked closely with Principal Kabayokawa in her last few years. She couldn't understand why he would not have allowed such crimes to take place under his nose.

She wasn't sure if it was blackmail or torture, but their abilities were unknown, seemingly completely beyond reason. She didn't care to admit it, but that frightened Makoto.

"Hey, come on. There's no need for guns." His hands rose. "I'm not so bad."

"If that were true, then surely you wouldn't feel the need to hide behind a mask."

"Well, if you wanted to see my face so badly, all you had to do was ask." Though his face was still blanketed by darkness, from the man's confident tone, Makoto suspected he had just winked at her.

"I'm sure will be more than familiar with what you look like when you're taking your mugshot down at the station." She scowled, conscious of the flush heating her cheeks at the man's quip. For being held at gunpoint he was rather at ease.

Still, given the dangerous circumstances, this group had been known to recklessly thrust themselves into, it shouldn't have been surprising. Their leader possessed either a great deal of confidence or stupidity.

With the growing presence of the Phantom Thieves, Makoto had noticed that their leader was quite popular among the public. Though not much had actually been seen of him, women, in particular, were quite taken by the charm and charisma he carried himself with.

It pained Makoto to realise that she could understand where they were coming from.

"I- in any case. What could the leader of the Phantom Thieves possibly want with the police? You seem pretty happy going apprehending criminals on your own."

"I noticed you were having trouble with the Mafia."

"I hope you aren't here to simply undermine us."

"Not at all. We're want to see them held accountable just as badly as you. In fact, I have some information that you may find useful."

"I'm listening..."

"The man you're looking for, Junya Kaneshiro, will be the next to receive a Calling Card." Joker's voice lowered. Makoto leant forward, hoping the microphone would pick him up. "He will confess to his crimes and ask to be arrested. The rest of his goons might not be so willing to come quietly. I'm letting you know so that you can be prepared."

"Impossible." Makoto scoffed. "We've been pressuring Kaneshiro for months. How can you be so sure that he'll just give in?"

"Well, we haven't led you astray yet, have we?" He smirked.

"Is that all?"

Makoto flinched as the man's fingers reached out to trace the wire trailing from her earpiece.

"I hope that someday you'll trust me enough to truly come alone."

"Niijima-taichou! Niijima-taichou! Are you there?" The muffled static broke carried beneath her coat.

Holding her gaze, Joker gestured towards the device with a smirk, as if silently probing her to respond to the call.

"This is Niijima." She answered. "What's the situation?"

"We couldn't pick up on anything on your end. Someone must have been tampering with the recording."

"W- What?" Makoto stumbled, immediately reaching for the microphone attached to her lapel. With a growl, her gaze flicked over her shoulder.

"Is this your doing?"

Her question carried unanswered into the night, muffled by the sweep of dark coat-tails, as their informant departed wordlessly.

One with the shadows again.

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Shumako Week 2020, Day Three: Stay With Me

@shumakoweek Day Three: Arsene&Johanna / Metaverse.

AO3 / FF.net

Summary: Between recent backlash against the Phantom Thieves, the discovery of her sister's Palace, Akechi's plot to capture Ren and their plans to thwart it; there was a lot weighing on Makoto's mind. A seemingly routine trip to Mementos uncovers just how much of a toll it was taking.

There had been a lot weighing on Makoto’s mind over the last few weeks.

It had started with the discovery of Sae’s palace.

Makoto had suspected something may have been amiss from the way sis had been behaving lately, growing increasingly tense; blinded by her drive to excel and lashing out at those who stood in her way.

She had wanted to brush it off as a product of the pressure her workload was putting her sister through. Though, after what she had seen, what she had learnt of the Metaverse, she could no longer delude herself.

The woman who raised her following their father’s death; the only family she had left; was a shadow of her former self, distorted beyond recognition.

Not long after, they had learnt of Akechi’s plot to have Ren arrested, to lead him into the underground interrogation room and ultimately...

She and the rest of the Phantom Thieves had carefully plotted a countermeasure. Yet, for every variable, every potential outcome they had considered, Makoto couldn’t help but worry that there was something they had overlooked.

That, despite their best efforts, Ren would be led to his death.

It wasn't unlikely, given everything that they had to keep their minds on. Their usual deadline, the recent backlash against the Phantom Thieves, the other Metaverse user, Akechi's scheme... It was overwhelming.

There were more issues than they could keep track of, let alone devote adequate attention to resolving. Even divided up amongst all eight of the Phantom Thieves.

With time, the pressure was smothering Makoto. Yet she shrouded it beneath a brave face. As the group's advisor, they relied on her for guidance. She couldn't let them know that she was worried. That would only shake the group's morale further. The doubt would spread.

Makoto was thankful for the trip they had taken into Mementos, even if it was only a routine stop to clear out weaker shadows.

Joker had suggested they take the time to work with Akechi. In the hopes they would meld together more effectively as a unit in the palace, up against deadlier opponents.

Though, in truth, she suspected it was for her benefit. That he had noticed her distress.

Normally, such a detour would see Makoto chastising the rest of the team for not using their time wisely; particularly when planning to a face target of such pressing urgency.

Though, at this point, anything to drive her focus away from Sae's palace was welcome. As must as she wanted to save her sister, the reality of her distorted heart was, at times, too much for Makoto endure.

It was certainly much easier to alleviate the tension she felt, when she was throttling shadows with practiced ease.

Not since awakening Johanna for the first time, had Makoto expended so much energy fighting in the Metaverse. Sweat beaded from her pores as she landed the killing blow on the last of their enemies. She closed her eyes, concentrating on each depleting droplet; as if it were every last ounce of stress seeping away from her body.

Makoto hadn't been relying on her Persona much throughout their fights, but instead focusing on close combat. With all that was plaguing her mind, she wasn't sure she could handle the mental exertion of using Johanna, and kept her fists raised.

She had always favoured a more aggressive fighting style in the Metaverse, an inverse of the obedient honour student image tied to her outside. Yet, today her movements were particularly wild and erratic, fuelled more by adrenaline than technique.

She wasn’t taking the time to analyse enemies or exploiting their weakness as might normally be expected. She stepped forward without a second thought. At times, even seeking out battles with enemies that could have been avoided.

It was oddly careless of her, a habit they couldn’t afford to fall into the Casino. If it wasn’t for the sheer strength advantage they possessed over their opponents, any mistake she made could have been fatal.

It hadn't gone unnoticed by Joker, who quickly pulled her from the party, calling on Noir to replace her.

Once Makoto had stepped back, with nothing else to do, nothing left but her thoughts, she began analysing their enemies, offering her teammates advice to capitalise on as normal.

The task was menial, a momentary distraction for her. She could take comfort in what was familiar, pretending that there weren't larger, more terrifying problems outside of what she was focused on.

They made even the depths of Mementos seem much smaller.

When the group dispersed for the evening, a chattering Futaba and Morgana making their way towards the Yongen-Jaya line, Ren lingered behind, watching her closely.

Tension cramped Makoto’s muscles, overtly conscious of his line of sight weighing upon her. She wanted nothing more than to slip away without a word, but his concern was too palpable to believably ignore.

“Ren? Is something the matter?”

Shouldering his bag, Ren's head nodded towards the train station, motioning for her to follow.

"Come on."

There was something about the attic in Leblanc that could always set Makoto’s mind at ease.

From the onset, she had been welcomed into the cafe eagerly. Never shielded away by low, whispered voices, or sharp glares.

There was a quaint familiarity about the room. Something liberating in the scattered, empty chairs and cluttered desk; knowing it was here that they, the Phantom Thieves, had gathered to take down some of the city's most powerful criminals.

It was a fitting stage. Somewhere neglected and shut out. Judged on a cursory glance, without any care taken to recognise closely what was held within.

It was there that Makoto had finally felt in touch with herself. As though she finally had the power to exert control in her life. Not someone looked down upon or coerced in to doing favours.

It was soft curls of hair, the spices lingering in his breath. It was textbooks and study notes piled up amongst infiltration tools. It was shy stolen kisses on a worn couch, warm caresses and softly whispered words.

The same couch where they had learnt so much of one another, was where he sat now; arms open and beckoning her forward.

Suddenly conscious of how tired she felt, Makoto accepted the offer. She nestled in beside Ren, fitting comfortably into the plains of his chest. Exhaling lowly, his hand shifted to sift through her hair. Lazy, drugging caresses.

The temptation pulled at her, to simply snuggle up and forget the rest of the world; to let time to fade into nothing.

But, she couldn't.

Makoto knew that Ren was leading her on gently. That at any moment he would find the words to lay out everything she was trying to bury. This was just a means of lowering her defences.

In anticipation she spoke first.

“You don’t need to worry about me.” Makoto broke after a moment, her head shifting from its cushion against his body. “There are much more important matters at hand-”

The words faltered on her lips as Ren rose his hand.

“Makoto.” Ren instructed firmly. “Look at me.”

Makoto glanced down, tentatively. Unnerved by the prospect of meeting Ren’s gaze. It was disarming how easily he could read her, as though the mask she covered herself with was useless.

The Third Eye.

Ren was well-versed in discerning between what was real and what was not. It was an ability that had been an integral part in toppling many of the palaces they'd ventured before.

In such close proximity, avoiding his gaze was difficult. It was a deliberate, conscious effort, one that would only reveal she had something to hide.

Regardless of her action, she was trapped.

It would be foolish of her to think that she could deceive the leader of the Phantom Thieves.

That feeling of defeat and helplessness was becoming painfully familiar to Makoto as she eventually relented, eyes lifting to catch his own. Though, the soft pools awaiting her reflected sincerity and compassion, her momentary dread abating.

“It's important to me.” Ren insisted. "With what we're about to do, I need to know that you're in your right mind. You're our advisor, after all."

Makoto's glance trailed downward again, sagging further under the burden she shouldered. His hand lingered there, squeezing gently, the pressure seeming to alleviate the load.

“I know Queen. She’s proud, and strong, and always sure of herself. She’s not someone who is easily shaken." Ren's own gaze lifted, bashfully, as he spoke so fondly of her. The love and admiration he felt apparent.

"You can't lose your way like that in Mementos and pretend carry on as if everything is fine.”

Makoto's head dipped, a reluctant nod.

No matter the hardships facing them in the real world, how scared they may have felt, they rarely affected them with the same intensity into the Metaverse. If anything, they; along with their Persona, determination and will to rebel; imbued them with the courage and strength to fight.

For the power they lacked, they possessed infallible strength of heart.

For her to carry doubts into the Metaverse, it would be a detriment not only to herself, but the entire team. Joker had recognised as such and pulled her out of the fight. He had stayed behind, wanting to take the time to check on her.

“If something's troubling you, you shouldn't keep it from the rest of us. I know things are stressful right now, but you need to stop burdening yourself."

Ren's fingers collected each side of her face, gently coaxing her towards him. Bangs over their foreheads tangling; their eyes a deep, earnest link.

"We're all in this together.” He reassured softly, breath mingling with hers. “We’ve done everything we can. We’re going to save Niijima-san.”

"That's... That's not all I'm worried about though.” She answered, voice similarly lowering “What about you?"

"About me?" Ren blinked; blank expression etched across his face. Makoto sighed. For all the care and selflessness he extended towards the others, he rarely considered his own well-being.

"You heard what Akechi said. What if we haven't prepared enough?"

“Makoto... I'm sure it will all work out. I trust you. All of you. I am comfortable putting my life in your hands. You’ve never led me astray before."

"You're not going to get rid of me that easily." He smirked. "Who'd lead the Phantom Thieves without me? Morgana?"

Laughter peeled from her throat, imaging the boost to proud thief’s ego such power would bring; relishing in the opportunity to order Ryuji around.

The feeling was pleasant, carefree.

"Ren?" Makoto whispered, after a moment, her head dipping back beneath his shoulder. "Can I stay here? Just a little bit longer? Sis won't be coming home again tonight, and I..."

Even when her voice had already been faint, Makoto trailed off, afraid to put words to the fear eating at her insides.

In that place, she would be alone. Trapped, steadily engulfed by thoughts of her sister, slaving away on a case that was slowly plaguing her heart.

“Of course." Ren answered, cupping the back of her head. "Stay as long as you want.”

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Shumako Week 2020, Day Five: Put Some Love Into It

@shumakoweek Day Five: Coffee / Cooking / Dinner Date.

AO3 / FF.net

Summary: When her sister spoke fondly of the coffee sold by a shop in Yongen, Makoto felt compelled to try it. AU

Makoto wasn't entirely sure what had brought her to the coffee shop in Yongen-jaya. The cafe had been out of her way, the complete opposite direction from both her apartment and the University campus.

It seemed like a lot of effort to go to for something she could have just as easily bought from a vending machine, or one of the many chain stores dotted around the city.

Yet, hearing her older sister speak so fondly of the store's coffee had piqued her interest.

Sae was a perfectionist. For the coffee to have left such a good impression on her, it must have been of the highest quality.

Seeing as she rarely stopped by their apartment, perhaps Makoto had also hoped they might run into each other there.

Leblanc was tucked away in a narrow alley, boasting its own hustle and bustle unique from the sprawling metropolis. There were smatterings of children, families and pets, moving about between the local businesses.

Bells chimed as Makoto stepped through the front door, her body enveloped by warmth and the permeating scent of cigarettes and the store's many roasts.

It drew her eyes to the shelf lined with a variety of beans and spices. Makoto considered herself quite capable in the culinary department, yet she never realised there were so many different blends of coffee to choose from.

The range was rather overwhelming.

"Oh, welcome."

A middle-aged man stooping over the counter set down his newspaper to greet her. He stood beside a contraption made of numerous bulbs and clasps, appearing more like something out of a laboratory than any machine she’d seen in cafes.

"What can I get for you?"

"I- I'm not quite sure." Makoto answered, eyes drawn to the menu board. "There certainly is a lot to choose from."

"A newbie, huh?" The owner chuckled, before turning and setting to work. "Hold on. I can make you something I think you'll enjoy."

Hesitant, the strap of Makoto's bag slipped from her shoulder as she seated herself at the counter.

A black cat sauntered down the stairs with a stretch of its limbs and a long, deep meow, sniffing at her feet, curious. Makoto eyed the animal. For many businesses, its mere presence would be an obvious health violation.

Did Leblanc also double as a cat cafe?

"Here you are." The man called, Makoto's focus shifting back the counter-top as a steaming cup was placed before her.

"Oh, thank you."

Coffee was something Makoto had developed a taste for in high school; the caffeine helping her concentrate during long study sessions. While, over the years, she'd found a tolerance for the bitter nectar, it was never really something she savoured or choose to drink for any purpose other than necessity.

She was, by no means, a connoisseur.

Yet, the care shown to this particular blend was apparent to her from the moment it settled on her tongue. No sooner had the first sip of rich, brown liquid trickled down her throat, that Makoto was struck by a realisation.

She had never truly drunk coffee before.

The city was crowded by people all in a hurry, rushing to make a train or their next meeting. They needed their coffee prepared as quickly as possible, the margin for quality wasn't quite as high.

Yet, in this shop, tucked away from the rush and demand, the owner had been afforded the time and luxury necessary to capture a roasts potential. Customers would wait patiently, sitting, engaged in relaxed conversation; almost an entirely different culture that Makoto had not been privy to.

Nursing her drink, Makoto began mentally mapping out alternate routes she could take to class; wondering if she could feasibly pass Leblanc on her way to University.

She would definitely be coming again.

The cafe provided a safe haven for Makoto when mid-terms rolled around.

Even having stayed at the top of her year and been entrenched in regular study sessions for as long as she could remember, the academic demands of University still gave Makoto challenge.

She was now competing against some of the best performing students from across the country, many of whom; like her; had scored the highest grades in elite prep schools. Makoto still held the coveted, number one spot but was having to work harder than she ever had before to maintain it.

Though normally favouring the library to study, Makoto had opted to avoid heading there for today. The facilities were packed out at this time of year, with students all trying desperately to fit in a last-minute binge of the term's curriculum, praying that the information would stick.

Finding a place to sit would be a nightmare.

The ambiance of Leblanc, however, would allow her the concentration necessary for one last refresher of notes for her next exam. As well as a much-needed shot of caffeine.

"Oh. Welcome."

The unfamiliar voice startled Makoto, drawing her to a person behind the counter she did not recognise. Dressed casually in a button-down shirt and jeans; he peered towards her, his dark, shaggy head masked by glasses.

He was young, much closer to her in age than Sakura-san; or any of the cafe's regular clientele, for that matter. Seeming out of place amidst the shop's rather rustic decor.

Makoto wondered, momentarily, if she had mistakenly stepped through the wrong door, the evening having coated the streets in darkness.

Yet her eyes carried over the familiar canisters of beans and spices, suddenly enveloping her again in that eerie, nervous energy she had felt before. This sense of being out of place that Makoto thought she had managed to dispel. As though, in this stranger’s presence, the safe haven she had sought was slowly slipping away, an alien replica forming in its place.

"H- hello," she ventured after a moment. "Is- Is Boss around?"

The man behind the counter shock his head, black waves of hair rustling slightly with the movement.

"He had to step out for a moment. Left me in charge to run the store."

"Oh."

While the young man seemed pleasant enough, any further thought of conversation was stifled by Makoto's struggle placing the young man before her.

From the apron, and his position behind the counter, it was obvious he was working here. Yet, Makoto found this confusing. She had thought Sakura-san ran a one-man operation. Leblanc didn't seem like it did the business to afford, or even warrant, other employees.

Still, no other possible explanation could come to her. The only family Boss had mentioned to her had been a daughter, so this couldn't have been relative of his.

As she usually stopped by in the morning, it made sense that she wouldn't have seen him, until now.

Conscious suddenly that she had been standing, silently pondering, for several seconds; the part-timer still watching her expectantly; Makoto flushed.

"W- well, in that case. May I have a cup of Jamaican Blue?"

It was the first blend Boss had made for her. In a way, the aroma and flavour that had forged her connection to the Cafe and Boss. Perhaps retracing that palette would remind her of the comfort this room had brought her, making her feel home in her own skin and extending an olive branch to the stranger before her.

Blossoming perhaps a similarly fruitful relationship.

"Sure thing," the barista saluted. "I can't promise my coffee will be as good as Boss', but I am learning."

Though she wouldn’t dare admit it aloud, his words held true. His coffee was not as refined as Boss��. Still, it was familiar in its care, in the depth of its flavour profile. As she sipped from the cup with a contented sigh, it was clear to Makoto that he had followed the man’s instructions closely and would bud into a fine protégé.

"So, what brings you here tonight?" The barista asked her between sips.

Normally such a conversation might bother Makoto, particularly when she had plans to study, but the man's easy smile and soothing timbre were welcome. Setting down her cup, she replied.

"I'm in the middle of exams at Tokyo University. I was hoping to get some last-minute revision in and needed the kick."

"Tokyo, huh? Isn't this kind out of your way? Or do you live around here?"

"No, I don’t. But the coffee is worth it. It's ruined me for anything else in the city."

"Really?" He chuckled. "Perhaps I could teach you then? That way you don't have to keep coming here."

Makoto smiled softly at the man's quip, but in all honesty she enjoyed coming here. Despite the laborious trips and extra train fare, sitting and savouring each finely prepared roast made it worthwhile. The store had a different atmosphere from anywhere else in the city.

"Oh, no. I couldn't trouble you. I don't have the equipment at home anyway."

She could only imagine how much she would need to save to be able to afford a proper coffee siphon like that. Nor where she could source beans the quality that Sakura-san used.

"Oh yeah, that's a problem." The part-timer nodded, scratching his head. "Still, it couldn't hurt to try."

Makoto's fingers stroked against her chin, weighing the temptation in her mind.

Though she had more pressing obligations, she couldn't deny her curiosity. She had watched Sakura-san prepare coffee many times and still hadn't been able to wrap her head around everything it involved.

"Are you sure it’s okay?"

"Why not?" The barista shrugged. "It's pretty much dead here, anyway."

Her books and plans to study momentarily forgotten, Makoto set her bag down; slipping on the apron that was handed to her in its place.

He led her meticulously through the process. Measuring out and grinding the coffee, using timers and thermometers to make sure everything was precise. Even breaking things down slowly, Makoto was a little overwhelmed.

To think that Sakura-san and his apprentice had to recall such an involved recipe off hand, all to make a single cup of coffee.

It was no wonder why they were of such quality. The love and effort that was devoted to each blend could not be substituted.

His tutoring was disrupted by bells tinkered as the front door opened. Heart catching in her throat, Makoto turned as Sakura-san took her in; apron and all; with a look of bewilderment.

“Niijima-san? What are you doing here?” His employee waved from beside her with a sheepish grin “And you?

As Makoto attempted to stammer out an explanation, Sakura-san’s eyes narrowed at the space between, a mischievous, knowing glimmer crossing his features.

"Oh. I’m sorry,” He said, voice suddenly devoid of any confusion. “I didn’t realise you had company.”

“Boss, I-” Makoto's head bowed, apprehensive to meet his gaze.

“Please, don’t leave on my account. This old man’ll get out of your hair. Just make sure you lock up, kid.”

Though she wasn’t looking directly towards him, from her periphery, she could’ve sworn she caught Boss winking behind the counter, in their direction.

Puzzled, she glanced over at the man beside her who shrugged, a breathless laugh trailing from his lips.

It struck her as odd that the part-timer didn’t seem at all concerned about being caught by Boss in such a manner.

“I’m sorry. I hope you aren’t in any trouble.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it.” His hand waved, non-plussed. “I doubt he’s gonna fire me flirting with a customer. If anything, he’s probably pleased.”

“Y- you were flirting with me?”

“Well, I guess it wasn’t the most conventional method, but...” He blushed, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’s what I was going for”

“Oh. I- I see.”

Though she hadn’t thought anything of it, in hindsight, it seemed a rather strange offer to make out of the blue. From the way they had been standing close to one another, his hands helping to guide her through each step. Now that he had clarified, it seemed obvious.

Shrinking in on herself from embarrassment, Makoto struggled to peel her gaze from the floor. The chain of events she had just endured leaving her mortified.

"It's uh... It's getting late. I might take this to go, if that’s alright.”

“Oh. Sure.”

Makoto wasn't even sure if Leblanc offered take-away drinks, typically, but the barista nonetheless retrieved a Styrofoam cup from behind the counter. Hands dipping into his pocket, he fished out a black marker and began to scrawl something on the side of the cup, pausing briefly to glance up at her.

“You know, I never caught your name.”

“Huh? Oh, it's Niijima. Niijima Makoto.”

Makoto frowned, wondering what reason he could possibly need her name for. She was the only one in the store, there wouldn't be any need for him to call it out.

“I'm Amamiya Ren.” He replied as he set the cup back down and began pouring out her coffee. “Pleased to meet you, Niijima-san. Seeing as you're a regular here, I guess I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah.”

Ren was careful to turn the cup away as he handed it over, shielding whatever he'd written from view. Bursting with curiosity, Makoto held off the urge to turn it around until she'd made it outside, beyond the reach of his gaze.

She was surprised to find printed there carefully was not her name but a series of digits – his number, presumably.

Rolling her eyes, a fond smile lifted Makoto's expression as she took another sip; the rich taste seeping tantalisingly between her lips.

She would definitely be coming back.

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