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PSA

I have started classes two days ago, I won't be as active as I was. I won't be updating daily, but I will try my best to answer asks at least 3 times a week! Sorry about the inconvenience.

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Hiya it's me again! Congrats on 100 followers! Keep it up, you're my favorite persona blog (づ￣ ³￣)づ I love how detailed you are and your writing is just sooooo aaawww yis take my heart. You can do it! Keep it up but don't overwork, okay? Good luck!

Ah, messages like this make me warm. Thank you for thinking so, I’ll try not to overwork!

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May I be pampered with a little drabble? 73 + Yusuke? ❤

73 (”Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”) + Yusuke

Slightly Dirty

Yusuke came home a little bit late than usual. He was held back by classmates and teachers asking him about his latest masterpiece. He had gotten much more famous since the Phantom Thieves had made their final heist. His art had finally began to reach it’s blooming point. 

Fame always did interfere with the relationship, not to an extreme extent however. It kept him out late for dates and events, often leaving you stranded in a restaurant or a theater. It did upset you of course, but you understood that your partner was busy. However, it did annoy you how he’d make you wait to surprise him.

You have been lying bare in his sheets since the sun came down, and your lover hasn’t returned. He seemed to have forgotten that it was a planned night, and completely ignored the message you sent him. It has been hours, and you have already spent most of the night watching a terribly filmed sitcom. Just as you received no response from Yusuke, you didn’t plan on acting on your plans that night. 

The clock strikes at 11 o’clock when the door opens, revealing a calm violet haired man. His eyes were closed, unable to notice the bare body on his sheets. “I’m home, love--” As soon as he closed the door, he opened his eyes. His body is frozen in surprise as he began to blink innocently.

“Is there a reason you are naked in my bed?” You could’ve sworn that your eye twitched. Your lips curled up into a scowl as you send the man a glare. “Oh, I wonder why?” You retorted back in a fiery tone, immediately taking the covers and shielding yourself from his eyes. It was evident that you were angry with his clueless thoughts. A sigh left your lips as you turn on your side, facing the balcony.

It suddenly hits Yusuke as soon as he checks that extra notification on his phone, a message stating that you were waiting for him at home. His calm demeanor doesn’t falter as he quietly crept to your side, slipping under the covers. The cold aura radiating off your body scares him, reminding him of the times he met Makoto’s wrath. “I apologize for taking up your time.” He said in an apologetic tone.

That alone was enough to make your heart simmer, but it wasn’t enough to make you forgive him entirely. “It’s fine.” You replied halfheartedly, rather disappointed that your efforts had gone to waste. Suddenly, you feel a shuffling of cloth until you discover that the sheets that covered your body had been pulled off.

“Forgive me, my love. I had tested your patience far too many times.” You looked down to find Yusuke laying kisses all over your abdomen, making their way up your torso.

“Please, let me take care of you.”

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For the prompt, could you do 88 with Akechi?

88 (”After everything… I’d still choose you.”) + Akechi Goro

Akira didn’t intend for this to happen. 

Akechi wasn’t supposed get shot. He wasn’t supposed to separate himself from the group by activating the barrier. You weren’t supposed run to the other side and join him. Instead of supposedly one gunshot, he heard two, followed by the cries of the detective from the other side. This was a disaster, and the leader had no one to blame. 

The Shadow has disappeared, leaving behind two shot Thieves in the room. Akechi was the more unfortunate, as he has been shot twice in the chest. You still had the strength to drag him away from the hungry shadows, pulling him into the control room the Phantom Thieves had come from.

Fate had no interest in changing their plans. Judging by the red that stained your costumes and how cold it had suddenly become, it has been decided that they shall meet their demise. Akechi had accepted the possibility a long time ago, but he didn’t want your own life to come to an end. He watches as you lock the entrance before sliding down the door beside him. His darkened eyes send you a halfhearted glare. “You shouldn’t have come for me.”

He doesn’t respond as you fit between the door and his frame, enveloping him in an embrace. It was getting awfully cold, but the fading warmth was enough for both of you. You weakly rest your chin above his head that lay against your bloodied chest. He listened to how slow your heartbeat was, pulsing as the wound got damper and damper.

“I won’t leave you, Akechi.” You said to him in a hushed whisper. Akechi’s vision was blurry at this point, but he can notice how your lower lip trembled in fear. Even while you hid behind the door of the control room, you can feel Death slowly making it’s way inside. The Shadows had stopped pursuing both of you, but the bullet in-bedded in your chests will be the one to rob your lives.

He recalls all his sins, too many to count on his fingers. His first would be robbing his mother’s life and status by being born. His second was using his gift to hurt others for the sake of his father’s attention. The next following sins were descriptions of the people he killed, numerous lives he had taken. Despite living, he had ruined the Phantom Thieves and supposedly ‘killed’ someone who trusted him, Akira. However, his greatest sin would be ruining you. 

Akechi forces his head upwards to look into your teary gaze. If it weren’t for him, perhaps you would’ve been on the other side. You weren’t prepared to die. You weren’t supposed to die. Feeling your tears drop onto his cheeks, he himself began to tear up. 

“Do you regret it?” He croaked out in a broken tone. “Regret what?” You questioned, noticing that his breathing was getting shallow with each breath. He smiled weakly, mocking you. “Loving me. Do you regret it?” You remained silent for seconds that felt like years to the man. He was just about to chuckle and call you out on your hesitation before he finally heard your voice. “No.”

You shook your head and only held him closer to your chest. “After everything… I’d still choose you.” 

Akechi does not cry when you are forced to go ahead of him. Instead, he silently gazes at your peaceful form. He hasn’t replied to you after your answer, only slipping his hands into yours and squeezing them with assurance. He wanted to tell you then, all of his sins and wishes but he didn’t deserve to. 

It didn’t matter if he was punished for his crimes next time. All he wants is to see you again, to repent for the life he couldn’t give you.

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Can I request a scenario where s/o who is a good friend of Haru's is helping with the planting and Akira takes notice of them

Spring Blooms with You

Akira/Reader

It’s not everyday when a bunch of rich guys got on their knees and begged Haru for a supply of roses. It was only 6 months ago when a blonde haired man from a prestigious school cried for roses, promising to pay the lady in return. Unable to leave this man in catastrophe (and lots of convincing from his dark haired friend), the girl decided to go along with the deal. Months later, here she was, glancing at a lot of rose bushes on the school rooftop.

To her luck, she wasn’t alone. You smiled at her, unwilling to show how overwhelmed you were by the amount of roses Haru was intended to cut. “I don’t want to leave you by yourself, Haru. Besides, I have too much free time on my hands.” You say in an enthusastic tone which seemed to bring the girl’s spirits up. She smiled and nodded towards your way. “Right, together, we can get the job done!”

Meanwhile, Akira was wandering the hallways to meet Haru. He was hoping to get that Confidant link up, and get some vegetables as well. However, as he stepped up the stairs towards the roof, a strong rosy scent hit his nose. That must’ve meant that something was brewing up with Haru, something big. He did not expect ten rosebushes sitting on the rooftop however. 

There was an unfamiliar voice, seemingly chattering about with Haru. Peeking from the door, he saw you cutting away the thorns of a red rose. By your side was a pile of red roses that Haru was cutting away, and it seemed to grow at a fast pace. Turning towards the door, Haru smiled and beckoned Akira to come closer. “S/O, this is the one I was talking about.” She said excitedly.

Akira watches as your eyes lighten up with interest, staring into his red orbs. You flash a smile, and the boy could only wave back with a small smile of his own. Haru rises and tugs Akira towards your way. “S/O, this is Akira. Akira, this is S/O. She’s been helping me out with a little assignment.” 

Clasping her hands together, the Gardener smiled brightly with enthusiasm. “We need to take out all the roses we can, that poor guy really needs them.” She glances at Akira, seemingly innocent. “If it’s not too much, can you help us out?” Akira couldn’t refuse leaving these two alone with the work at all, settling himself to assist Haru in cutting out the roses from the bushes.

It was just a small glance at first. Akira really didn’t pay mind to you, but he found himself taking quick peeks after each rose he had cut off. Haru and you continued the conversation, talking about the abundant amounts of roses needed to be cut. He couldn’t help but notice how diligent you were, careful to make sure that no pointy thorns stuck out of the flower.

“--the Phantom Thieves are so cool. I don’t see why everyone’s boycotting them, they’re doing a lot more for the people than the police. Don’t you think so, Haru?” His ears perked up with interest. “I think so too, S/O.” Haru says with a knowing smile. You began to speak some more, talking about the injustice of the city, along with how thankful she was for all they have been doing. 

The genuine sincerity in your voice caught Akira’s attention. Sure, he had Mishima looking up to him along with many others, but somehow, it didn’t feel like you were just hopping onto the trend of following the Phantom Thieves. He wants to know you a bit more. And his excuse? Perhaps he’d tell Igor he just wanted another Confidant Link, but really, he just wants to know you. 

“Oh no! I’m way past my curfew.” Haru muttered, noticing a familiar car waiting for her down below. She looks at you and Akira, waving and sputtering farewells as she ran down the staircase. Haru was no longer in sight, the boy tapped your shoulder.

“You’re a fan of the Phantom Thives?” He asked. You nodded, eyes sparkling with interest. “Ah, yes.”

“By any chance, can we talk about them at Big Bang Burger? I haven’t met someone who was so passionate about them before.” 

Bonus!

The dark haired male sighed in relief as his friends carried the roses into the truck. His blonde friend looked at him with a smile before supposedly getting hit at the back of his head. “Next time, I shall see to it that you won’t waste rose petals on any more grand entrances, Tamaki.” He hissed, pushing up his glasses. His friend only pouted at him. “B-But the ladies love it! It’s for the good of the host club!”

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Drabble Challenge: 1-150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

“Who gave you that black eye?”

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

“I just like proving you wrong.”

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

“Forget it. You fucking suck.”

“Quit it or I’ll bite.”

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Take. It. Off.”

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

“Stop it! It tickles!”

“It’s okay to cry…”

“And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

“D..did you just make that noise?”

“He’s a bad kisser.”

“You can scream if you want.”

“I didn’t know we were keeping track.”

“We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”

“One of them’s missing.”

“Save some for me.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You’re still mad?”

“Come over here and make me.”

“You better watch yourself.”

“Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”

“Why did we have to have kids?”

“Call on Line 1”

“He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”

“I’m done! You can fix it!”

“Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

“Where did he go?”

“You leave whenever you feel like it.”

“I forgot I was a single parent.”

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

“You’re going out dressed like that?”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  

“Frost the damn cupcakes.”

“Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”  

“I thought you were dead!”

“I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”

“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  

“You just wanted them because the light up.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

“He thinks he’s a mind reader.”  

“It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

“I don’t do hugs.”

“Don’t talk anymore.”

“I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”

“How do I even put up with you?”

“I said get rid of it.”

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

“Can you just man up and change his diaper?”

“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”

“I have a secret.”

“I won’t let you get hurt.”

“You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

“He’s four years old!!”

“I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“Me and the boys will handle it.”

“You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“You’re a dork, just like your father.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Daddy!”

“I lost our child.”

“That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”

“My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”

“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”

“You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

“Come on, baby, up to bed.”

“They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”

“Am I scaring you?”

“Run! You said you’d work out with me!”

“After everything…I’d still choose you.”

“And when did you plan on telling me about this?”

“Trust me.”

“Scoot over a little bit, please.”

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

“Did they hurt you?”

“You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

“Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“You got a cute butt.”

“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

“Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”

“…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”

“Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”

“You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”

“Have you seen my contacts?”

“Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”

“Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”

“You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”

“Is he coming home?”

“I prefer blondes.”

“No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”

“I let you win.”

“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

“Can I do your hair?”

“Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”

“I told you not to jump on the bed!”

“He’s pampering me, let him be.”

“Ready or not, here I come.”

“I’m worried about losing my job!”

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

“Happy new year!”

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”

“You nap, I’ll stay awake.”

“It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“I’ll give you a massage.”

“You fell asleep in the tub?!”

“Are you doodling?”

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”

“Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”

“Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”

“Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”

“You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”

“We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”

“Is this our closet? Or your closet?”

“If I win, you do dishes for a week.”

“Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”

“Use your words.”

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

“Get out of my face before I hit you.”

“I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”

“You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”

“Look! Fireflies!”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

“I just need ten minutes.”

*Make Your Own*

Happy Writing! Visit @prompt-bank for more prompts!

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Hi 😁😁😁. I love your blog, it’s amazing. Can you do a continuation of the headcannon with the 3 protagonists and make it a reverse harem. Please 😊😊😊 I’ll love you forever if you do.

It’s been long overdue, but I hope you still love me :’D

Minato/Yu/Akira Reverse Harem HCs

Continuation to this post

Good lord, how did you even get these three to come into terms with each other? 

Following up on the scenario in which they had agreed to be happy as long as you were, the boys continued to chase after your affections in their own ways while trying to bring each other down. Soon enough, since all of you saw each other so frequently, you offered them to live with you. It wasn’t so bad, other than how these three never made your day quiet.

How did this relationship form, you ask? Initially, it was a hangout at the Seaside park. Somehow, the four of you managed to get a ride on a Ferris Wheel. It was a silent competition for who’s going to sit with you, and Akira had won. In the midst of gazing at the sunset, you smiled. “I want to stay like this forever, with the three of you.”

Yu only smiles back. “We can, if you want.” Those words alone startled you. You didn’t mind if you could stay with them until the end of your days, but was it even possible? Minato shrugged, looking at the floor. “We got so used to each other, I feel comfortable with... us.” You glanced at Akira who simply nods in agreement. “Aren’t we already together to begin with?”

And that was the start of this messy relationship.

It was very easy for Akira to see you. Even after getting of probation, he eventually returned to Shibuya to finish his schooling. In those times, he moved in with you and took time to see you on days off. It wasn’t so bad, and he’d often bump into Yu too. Most of your schedule would be filled up thanks to these two boys.

Yu would be the one who spends the most time with you. He’s already graduated and has been working around Tokyo for sometime. Most of the time, he’s close enough or nearby for you to see him. Like Akira, it doesn’t take a lot of effort to go and visit, not to mention he lives with you now.

Minato would be the one who would be least seen in the relationship, or the one who has the least time around you. As a Shadow Operative, he’s always going places where you aren’t allowed to go to. The other two boys may offer to accompany him, but he doesn’t allow it. Even when he gets jealous of the two boys when he’s gone, he thinks that it’s better for you if he doesn’t survive a mission.

The Relationship’s course is affected by Minato’s absence sometimes. Knowing how he almost died because of P3′s events, you get scared for him very easily. Yu and Akira once saw you cry becuase of the possibility of Minato disappearing for good. They would proceed to comfort you, assuring you that he will come back. Once he does though, the two boys have a newfound respect for him.

Let’s take time to recall that one moment in P4, the King’s Game. Fight me if you dare tell me that Yu was drunk, because I say he was bluffing it. Yu is a master at faking things, whether he’s supposed to be drunk or sick. He’s a master at it. To Akira/Minato’s displeasure, Yu would often pretend to be sick just to gain attention. Once, he took everyone to the club in Iwatodai, and ordered the drinks (alcohol-free). He proceeded to act drunk, just to cuddle with you to their annoyance.

Akira has a couple of tricks up his sleeves too. Out of all the boys, he was the one who took charge in feeding everyone. If he felt like he was being overshadowed, he’d add extra spice into Yu/Minato’s food just to catch them off guard while leaving yours as normal. With a small smirk, he’d watch as the other two left to finish milk jugs while he got to have some private time with you.

At night, it’s usually incomplete. Minato’s usually out on a mission, and the other two are either studying or at work. Usually, one of them would just sleep with you while the others were out. When Yu and Akira were present, they slept at your sides. At very late nights when Minato would come home to the three, he’d just slip into your chest and pray he wasn’t suffocating you.

Remember how I said that these three get protective over you? Now that you have consented to a relationship, it increases ten-fold. Realistically, they won’t mind if you go out by yourself. You’re capable of handling things yourself, you don’t need bodyguards watching your every move.

If someone sent flirty advances towards you, they won’t really care. However, if someone was hitting on you persistently with these three boys present, the guy is in for a little scare. “I thought angels had wings.” The stranger said, winking towards your direction. Suddenly, two guys block his vision with overwhelming stares.

“Honey, we’re back!” Yu said with a smile. Akira sends a blank look towards the stranger, blinking in disbelief before turning back to you. “Sorry we took so long, we were busy working out.” Minato pops in, cold exterior and all. “I think I destroyed that punching bag.” That definitely scared the guy off.

A relationship with these three would be frustrating at times, but at the end of the day, it’s worth it when you see them curled up against your form together. It’s never complete when one of them is missing, but your hearts will always be together.

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Just wanted to say congrats on 100 followers!💜💜

Thank you! I appreciate it ~

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Can I request s/o witnessing Akira fly off the treadmill? Bonus if that's how they meet he knocks into them

God, the more I imagine this, the funnier it gets. Thank you for blessing me with this request. It’s gonna be a bit different from my usual posts, but I hope it’s still good!

It was Fate

Ryuji had been bugging Akira to go and work out with him. Mainly because Ryuji was bored and had no one to mess around with, and Akira needed to get his stats up. It started out as something harmless, like encouraging each other to test their limits then it became an all out competition.

Flaring eyes glared at each other, the area getting heated by the tension. Certainly, neither of them were planning to lose to each other. Both of the panted heavily, exhausted by pulling up weights over and over again. “Just give up. I’ll always do an extra rep than you!” Ryuji hissed, placing down the weights. Akira smirked at him, placing down his own weights. “Oh? Is that so?” 

None of them would admit it, but their arms ached from numerous lifting. They were planning to put this banter to an end when they glanced at the treadmills. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Akira asked, already making his way to the machine. Ryuji grinned, following suit. “You’re on.”

It was on the lowest setting, and both of the boys were set on doing better than the other. Each time Ryuji would increase the difficulty on his machine, Akira didn’t hesitate in going another higher than him. It was rare to see the Phantom Thief get so competitive, it was just in the heat of battle. 

Minutes pass, and the boys weren’t planning on stopping. They were too clouded by their competitive sides, determined to beat the other. Both of them were at the maximum setting, and they were running at an inhuman pace. “Give up already!” Ryuji growled out, a bright fire in his eyes. Before Akira could retort back, his eyes caught a girl jogging from behind. 

Who knew that a simple distraction resulted in his loss? While he was busy looking, his foot accidentally missed the moving track. Before anyone can blink, Akira felt his back fly backwards. “Uh oh.” He uttered, already prepared for the painful crash he would feel in the next second.

To his surprise, he didn’t just feel the rough texture of the floor, but muscle and skin. Once he had fallen onto the floor, he heard a groan that belonged to a female. “Ouch…! I thought Angels had wings when they fell down from heaven!” Opening his eyes, Akira found himself gazing into your orbs. His back rested against your stomach, his legs tangled in with yous.

From the distance, he could hear Ryuji and Morgana laugh in amusement. He didn’t pay any mind to them, but was lost in the way you smiled weakly at him. The Phantom Thief blinked for a moment. “Perhaps this is fate.”

“Perhaps, but I think you should find a first-aid kit. That bruise on your leg looks bad.” You said, pointing down onto the gash on his knee. He looks, frowning in displeasure before gazing back towards you. “Can you help me find it? I’m sure fate wants this as well.” He asked with a small cheeky smile.

Goodness, Ryuji dropped his jaw when he saw Akira limping beside you. How does one meet a girl after flying off a treadmill? That’s a story that Akira would have to explain another day.

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100 Followers!

I didn’t really expect to hit 100. It may be such a small number, but I appreciate it so much! Thank you everyone!

Also, my askbox is almost finished and I will be trying something new as soon as I’ve cleaned it out. Look forward to Drabble Challenges in the next week!

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I love your writing style and how much effort you put into your writing! You are seriously one of my favorite blogs, keep up the work!!

Thank you, messages like these mean a lot to me. I’m very happy to read this, especially since I’ve got a small blog. You give me motivation to continue writing! Again, thank you!

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Hello! I'm the one that requested Yusuke and fem!Akira HCs. I'm very thankful you answered my ask! I love it, you make my day better... Can I request another headcanon of Fem!Akira telling Yusuke he's going to be a dad? A daughter!

Forgive me for how late this is, but I hope this lives up to your expectations! Thank you so much! It’s pretty funny, a relative of my recently got pregnant.

Dad!Yusuke/Fem!Akira HCs

Fast forward to a couple years after graduating, Yusuke and Akira are happily dating. Marriage hasn’t been discussed between the couples yet, but Yusuke doesn’t really mind. He has Akira, and that’s all that matters.

Akira has been hoping for marriage, especially since she and Yusuke had been together for years. She never really asked Yusuke though, and decided it would be up to him to decide whether he wants to spend forever with her or not.

Yusuke was busy on a Museum Tour for an Exhibit with his work when Akira suddenly felt ill to the point of vomiting. She didn’t eat anything wrong, no but she did have sex with Yusuke not that long ago. She grinned nervously as she left home to check in with a doctor.

“Congratulations, Miss Kurusu. You are pregnant.” Despite her calm demeanor, all hell was breaking loose within her. Was she ready to be a mother? Will Yusuke be happy with it? Numerous thoughts ran through her head, but after taking in deep breaths, she nodded with acceptance.

Meanwhile, Yusuke had returned home to an empty house. That was strange, thought. Akira didn’t leave the house without sending him a text. He trusted her wholeheartedly, but he didn’t feel easy about it.

When Akira arrived home, Yusuke was very relieved. Something looked different about her, especially that unsure smile on her lips. Cocking his head to the side innocently, he blinked. “Love, what’s wrong?” He had caught on very quickly to the strange atmosphere. 

“Yusuke, we need to talk.”

This can’t be good. Yusuke was already thinking of all the reasons why she would say that to him. It had to be important, something life-changing. Was she going to break up with him? Please don’t do it. Was she suffering from some incurable fatal disease? Every idea just got worse and worse, and there was a thought that perhaps that Akira was actually cheating on him.

Both of them sat down on the coffee table, staring straight at each other. Akira took in a determined breath as she pulled out a shopping bag. Pushing it towards her partner, she gave him a small uncertain smile. “Open it.” 

Yusuke, curious, pulled the bag towards him. He took a peak inside to find… diapers? The artist pulled out a baby bottle, toys and tiny pieces of clothing. Could it be that Akira was… carrying a child!? His head shot up with surprise, looking at his lover for confirmation.

“Yusuke, I’m pregnant.” Akira watched as Yusuke got up from his seat and walked over to her side. His expression was something that can’t be described, a mixture of wonder and joy. Kneeling down, he quietly turns Akira to face him before hugging her waist. 

His head was against her stomach, and the thought that his baby was in there, right now. He smiles. “... What colors should the baby’s room be?” That alone was the confirmation that he wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

To say that Yusuke was happy, it would be an understatement. For the first month after the news, he would already be planning everything out from baby names to the toys he would present to the kid. They would be expensive so Akira had to make him tone everything down a bit.

On some nights, Yusuke would just think, ‘Wow. I’m having a baby.’ He did hope to have a kid one day, but this just felt all surreal. The thought of being able to raise a baby brought tears to his eyes.

He would also be captivated by Akira. You know how pregnant ladies have this ‘glow’? Akira has this, and he’s just staring with awe. This brings him inspiration and once Akira has that baby bump, he’s going to paint the image.

Six Months into pregnancy, Yusuke approaches Akira and kisses her womb. He finds it hard to hold back tears once he felt the baby kick. Around the same time period, she comes home with news. It was a girl.

He starts to imagine how she would look like. Would she have Akira’s red eyes and his purple hair? Would she collect his talent for art or Akira’s sense of wit?

Releasing Akira from his hold, the artist kneels down. “This has been long overdue, but I hope it isn’t too late.” In his hand, a velvet box. He unclasped the opening, revealing a ring that glinted in the light. “My dearest, will you be mine?”

[velvetroom--imagines]

Can I request a thing where s/o is relatively new on a job at a food place (You an choose depending on which character) and they're really nervous but the phantom thieves and Akechi Maybe Mishima (You can choose who or how many all I ask is Akira is one of them) and they just have an asshole of a customer making a fuss for no good reason

Thank you for requesting!

Rude Customer

Akira Kurusu

At first, you were looking for a aprt time job. It was time when you decided to try and find a job to save up. Akira blinked before pointing to the door behind him. “What about Leblanc?” He suggested.

Thankfully, Sojiro thought you were a nice girl and a good influence on Akira. Knowing Akira wouldn’t put an idiot in board, he agreed and let you work with Akira on some nights. 

It wasn’t bad during the nights. Most of the time, you’d be serving that elderly couple who liked to drop in on a regular basis, or that tired office worker who needs that extra boost. Akira would always help you out of you needed help though.

It was on one night when a man came in. Nothing bad had happened, he had only asked for a cup of coffee. You served him with little conversation, but it gets weird. He becomes chatty, complimenting you and asking personal questions like your name and age. 

Once the bill comes, he looks at you with a sly smile. “Instead of a tip, would you like to go on a date?” It was clear that the guy was years older than you, and the ring on his finger was another red flag. You shook your head.

“No thank you. Will you please pay the bill?” You ask in a the sweetest tone you can manage. However, he continued to ask. “Sweetheart, it’s not too much to ask. Don’t you want to see what it’s like to be with a man?”

His advances were getting out of hand, and you decided to speak up for yourself. “Sir, please leave. This isn’t funny.”

“You know you want it, why don’t you just--”

“Why don’t you just leave her alone?” A new voice speaks up, coming from behind you. Tilting your head upwards, you saw Akira towering over you like a guard. His glasses glinted in the light, while his gaze was overpowering.

All that time watching horror movies and visiting Dr. Takemi seemed to have paid off his guts, at least.

Threatened by the boy behind you, the man scowled and threw dollar bills onto the table in annoyance. Standing up from his seat, he exited the cafe. Once he had disappeared from view, you looked at Akira in wonder.

“You didn’t have to do that for me...” You said quietly, slipping your hand into his. He simply shrugged and gave you a small smile. “Don’t mention it. I’m not into sharing my girlfriend anyways.”

From afar, you could see Sojiro wiping a tear of joy away from his eye. He was just too proud of his boy.

Ryuji Sakomoto

When you told Ryuji that you got a job at a nice little tea house, he had no problems with it. No one goes there but the elderly and it was a family friendly place, what could go wrong?

You suggested him to go and study there, it’s a quiet place where his mind can be put to peace. After multiple attempts of failed study hours, he decided to go along with your suggestion.

You happily greet him by the door, guiding him along to a table. You weren’t kidding when you said the place was calming and peaceful. After telling him to stop flirting with you, he got to work and began to read.

“Please stop it...” “C’mon, just a little peak!” Ryuji’s ears twitched in confusion, eyes glancing towards the side to see you glaring at customer. He looked posh, probably from an upper class family.

You turned around with the intentions of leaving, you were pulled back by the man. “You think you can get away, huh?” Running his hands through your exposed arm, the man grinned with amusement, knowing very well that you were uncomfortable. 

Before you knew it, a flash of gold hair came into view and the hand that latched onto your wrist had let you go. “What a disgusting bastard.” 

Ryuji stood betwen you and the man, eyes flaring with fury. The man hissed, a hand resting on his nose. The delinquent had left a painful blow on his face, along with the nosebleed that would soon follow. “What do you think you’re doing? Hiding behind a thug, huh?!”

“What’s your problem?!” Ryuji growled out, his voice growing louder. The man grins at him before locking eyes in with you. “You think you can get away with this? Did you forget that I’m the owner’s son? I’ll have you fired for this!” 

Angrier than before, Ryuji recalled the multiple times he had been taken advantage of by Kamoshida. He remembers how he had to bow down to that guy, all to save himself from getting expelled. 

And then he remembered how Mishima was trapped under that, and how he couldn’t do a thing until someone came to save him. You may yell at him for this later, but Ryuji snorted at the man. “Owner’s son? That’s no excuse for you to touch her when she doesn’t want you to!”

Grabbing your hand, Ryuji dragged you outside without a care. “We’re leaving, you don’t scare me.”

When both of you were finally alone, Ryuji sighed. “Sorry, babe but you should probably quit that place. That guy sickens me!” He cursed out before scratching the back of his head. “I’m really sorry.”

Ryuji felt much better when you decided to quit. If someone were to harass you at a work place, and take advantage of their authority, he knows that you’d be better off somewhere else.

Goro Akechi

Ahh, Akechi. This can’t end well.

Akechi can handle rude people very well. He’s stood through all the hate thrown at him after dissing the Phantom Thieves and handled all that backlash without a word. He is a very p a t i e n t man.

When it came to you though, he has no tolerance. You are something precious to him, and he isn’t going to let anything harm you. Don’t worry, he isn’t going to lash out and hold a knife against the guy’s throat or something like that.

Akechi knew you worked at a restaurant, but he didn’t look into it too much. As long as you were happy with your job, he’s got nothing to argue with. It would be his fifth time in the restaurant when he saw you getting pushed over by a customer.

He had entered the place, feeling tense as he heard a clash of voices. Following violent slurs and curses, he heard your voice in the midst of it. “I’m sorry ma’am, it was an acci--”

“Accident!!” From the corner of the room, he saw an older woman glaring at you, itching to dig her nicely polished red nails into your distressed expression. 

Moments before Akechi entered,you had tripped over a crack in the flooring, spilling black coffee in front of the woman nearby. It was a shame since she wore a nice white blouse, a very expensive one at that. 

Kindness can only go so far, especially after five minutes of being yelled at. “This shirt cost more than your house! I’ll sue you if you don’t let me get my hands on that girl!”

“Please, calm down!” Akechi couldn’t stand how desperate you appeared, how stressed you were when the woman did not comply. Tears were pricking out from the corner of your eyes, supposedly from shame.

“You dare tell me calm down!?” The lady screeched, raising her hand. You were certain that you were going to be hit, but you were going to take it. You weren’t going to fight back, you had to be calm. You flinched, shutting your eyes to stand the blow, but it never came.

You opened your eyes. From above, Akechi held the woman’s hand, preventing the strike. It was then when you saw a look in his eyes that seemed so cold, unfamiliar. 

“Ma’am, I suggest you leave. You can get arrested for hitting someone, it’s called assault.” He said in an icy tone that sent shivers down your spine.

The lady hissed before cursing him, glaring at you before stomping out of the place. It was evident that she was angry, but was she willing to get arrested over it? Probably not.

Immediately, Akechi turned over to you and grabbed your hands. “Love, did she hurt you?” His tone was the same as before, and there was no doubt he was furious. Terrified, you shook your head wildly.

“No.” For a moment, he had an expression of distrust before an exhale left his lips. Regaining his composure, he looked away with a much more softer face.

“Forgive me, I was worried something bad had happened to you.” Releasing your hands, he musters up a smile. “Well then, I suppose I should have my lunch now.”

After his meal, Akechi would contemplate of tracking that lady down and giving her a mental shutdown. This boy goes lengths to make sure the unjust gets punished.

Yuuki Mishima

Mishima is not one to step up in situations like these. We all remember how we first met him during Kamoshida’s time, how he struggled to stand up for himself and Suzui. 

Ever since Akira had completed his Confidant Link, Mishima had been trying to change that part of him. He wants to stand up for others who get beaten down mercilessly, to help those in need.

He didn’t expect the first person he would protect would be you, though.

It was your third day working at the restaurant, a classy area where the rich come and dine. Feeling bad about how he slept on a scheduled date a week ago, Mishima decided to visit you at work. 

He was in line for a reservation, captivated by the lights and aesthetics of the area. It suited you to be working in a place like this. You were a waitress, ready to seat you next customer. Your eyes met his, widening in surprise as he stepped up to claim a seat. “Mishima?”

He smiles. “Hello, S/O. I believe I have a reservation–”

“Step aside.” A gruff voice growled from the side, hastily pushing Mishima out of the line and taking his place. Taken aback by the rough movement, Mishima watched as an adult male looked at you with annoyance.

“Where’s Yachi?” Your eyes widened in shock, immediately growing pale with uneasiness. The man in front of you must be the ex-boyfriend of a fellow waitress, a controlling and forceful man. Not wanting to give away your friend’s location, you shook your head.

“Sir, please leave. This is a—”

“Where’s that bitch?! She’s here, isn’t she?” He hissed, proceeding to spit out all sorts of profanity and curses. You only attempted to reason, afraid of what he would do if you were to tell him to leave once again.

Mishima watched with a horrified expression, struck with fear as the man grew more aggressive with you, from insulting the waitress to cursing you. Clenching his fists, Mishima’s knuckles turned white.

Remember when Kamoshida always pushed Mishima and Suzui around? Everything starts flashing back to him. All the names and insults thrown at him, the way he was pushed around back then, Mishima didn’t want that to befall onto you. 

Suddenly, he just snaps his head towards the customer in annoyance. “If you’re going to complain, do it outside. You’re holding up business.” He hissed before immediately regretting his words. Would he get in trouble for this? Most likely. Will he get beat up in an alleyway and disappear? Possibly.

Awaiting a yell and a hit to the face, Mishima’s face stiffened, ready to be punished until he realized that the hit never came. The Rude Customer blinked before scowling, glaring at the two of you before walking away. 

At the end of your shift, Mishima clung onto your arm protectively. “Sorry if I created a scene there, I couldn’t stand it when I watched that guy walk all over you.” He said in an apologetic tone.

He didn’t expect for your lips to come in contact with his cheek, following a soft charming smile. “Thank you, Mishima. You saved me.” 

At least, he was very happy to know he was your Knight in Shining Armor that day.

[velvetroom--imagines]

Can I request that the Phantom Theives react to s/o doing a death drop to avoid a fatal attack. Like have you seen cheerleader/drag queen deathdrops? My jaw was on the floor the first time I saw it

I looked it up and mine dropped too, I think it reached the bottom of the ocean. Seriously though, I’d snap both my legs off if I tried doing that. 

Phantom Thieves react to S/O doing a Death Drop

Akira Kurusu

He’s met a talking cat, was dragged into a crime he didn’t commit, and probably accidentally fused a di– Mara. What else could possibly surprise him next?

It was a battle against a Rangda, and at that time, no one knew that it could repel physical attacks. When Akira went forward to strike it, he immediately flew back when he felt his own blade swipe against his body. “Be careful! Physical Attacks just bounce off this one!” Futaba cried out, watching as he tumbled backwards. 

You weren’t the only experimenting with this new foe, despite your exhaustion. Raising your pistol up to the Shadow, your finger idly waited by the trigger. “Is it my turn?” You asked, already having shot the bullet. Your eyes widened as the projectile was caught, only to be thrown back towards you. 

Akira’s eyes widened in fear, having calculated the result in his head. If that bullet hits you, you’d be hurt badly. He had run out of Life Beads (All thanks to Confusion) and he was too tired to cast Samecarm at this point. “S/O!” He growled out, hoping that you would be able to evade this attack.

“Not yet!” You yelled out, praying silently that your timing was correct. Bending your leg in an difficult angle, your body dropped down onto it’s back. By just a few inches, the bullet flew by into the depths of the room. Immediately getting back up, you grinned at the Leader. 

“I’m alright!” Akira stared wide eyed, blinking to himself. How was that possible? Is it even possible for the human body to bend so far? You seemed fine, standing on your two feet with no problem. He locked eyes with yours, letting the silence sink in.

“Can you teach me?”

Ryuji Sakomoto

Ryuji worked out with you sometimes. You’d accompany him to the gym, and do some stretches with him at a time. He’d often make comments about how flexible you can be, but he didn’t pay too much mind to it. 

In this battle, Akira was low on energy. Morgana was knocked out, and the only two people available to fight were you and Ryuji. It pissed the Leader off how people get easily tricked by the enemy when they casted Marin Karin.

Panting heavily, you could feel the scars on your body weigh you down. Every scratch felt like they were on fire, and it didn’t seem like you could hold your body up any longer.

Ryuji missed his attack, the grip on his bat tightened with frustration. Before he knew it, he glanced at the Shadow to see it lunging towards you, seemingly powered up. His eyes widened as a yell tore through his throat. “S/O! Look out!” 

When your body bent in a way deemed impossible, he immediately thought you had broken your back. His jaw dropped, eyes popping out of his sockets. His mouth was open but he couldn’t make any sound as you easily got back on your feet without any difficulty.

“… Damn, I love you.” He blurts out, running up to the Shadow and smashing it down with his bat. Once it dissipated into dust, he approached you, slinging an arm around your waist. He really did feel lucky that you were still awake, who was going to heal his wounds?

Ann Takamaki

Ann had already known about your attempts to flexible a long time ago. She had been trying to perform a Death Drop herself, for modeling purposes however.

She never did expect a technique to be used in the Metaverse though.

It was an attack gone wrong. Akira had been sneaking up on the shadow, failing to realize one had been following from the back. Before the Phantom Thieves knew it, they were surrounded.

The Battle was going on and on, and it felt like it wasn’t going to end. Everyone felt exhausted, and it seemed like the odds of winning weren’t high.

You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, dizzy from dodging each and every attack the Shadows were throwing at you. You wanted to sit down and rest, but there was just no time.

Ann felt the same, weary and tired at the same time. She wanted to collapse so badly, but before doing so, she noticed a Shadow headed towards your way. Snapping awake, she gasped out towards you. “S/O! Behind you!”

Frightened by the sudden yell, you looked around in a frazzled state. “Where!?” On instinct, your body dropped down, your leg twisted all the way to your back. By a mere inch, a blade missed your hair. 

At first, Ann thought that the Shadow had decapitated you. Her eyes widened, tears threatening to spill once your face was no longer in her view. “S/O, no!”

Too caught up in her tears and agony, she glared at the Shadow and showed it no mercy. Without even sparing a glance at your body, she faced Akira. “Joker, S/O... T-They---”

“Ann...” Corspes weren’t supposed to be talking. Twisting her head to the side, she saw your head titled upwards, a pained expression on your face.

“Help me up, will you?”

Ever since, Ann practices doing these with you. You know, just in case a Shadow’s after you. 

Yusuke Kitagawa

When you allowed Yusuke to model you, at first, he didn’t make you do very complex poses. Initially, he just had you standing or sitting by the windowsill. 

Nowadays, he likes teasing you by putting you in some very complex poses. Imagine having to stand on one foot with your back leaning backwards. Somehow, you always seemed to amaze him by being able to pull them off.

He never really took the fact that you had become flexible thanks to his poses into account.

When that Shadow decided that throwing projectiles at the enemy was a good idea, the Phantom Thieves found it hard to land a hit without getting a scratch. 

In the midst of dodging all sorts of blades, Yusuke was deflecting all the attacks that were sent your way. He seemed to be able to block every single one of them, except for the final blow. He didn’t have time to unsheathe his blade once he saw that blade headed towards your head.

“S/O--” He pales when he looks to see that your face was no longer in view. That was until he heard a snapping from underneath.

“Yusuke, help me up.” A sigh of relief leaves his lips, noticing that you were just a bit shorter than usual. “Please.”

He really doesn’t realize that the average person can’t bend that far. To his luck, he turns your new talent into another pose for his personal view.

Makoto Nijima

Makoto has her own tricks of fighting. Rather than focusing on the flexibitlity her body can take, she focuses on how aggressive she fights. She uses force rather than grace, and can’t imagine her body bending to such extents.

It was in the heat of a spar, Makoto had requested to fight you in order to hone her own skills. It wasn’t as heated in the beginning until she found herself missing all her targets. 

Determined to at least get one hit, she didn’t seem to notice how you were beginning to tire out. For a moment you wanted to take a break but you had to keep up your pride as a Phantom Thief.

Suddenly, you found yourself nearing a wall. Any longer, she would push you into a corner and beat you at this game. You weren’t going to have any of that at all.

Makoto threw a fist forward, only to miss and hit the palm of your hand. With a smirk, her foot rose in an attempt to lock your head down. Eyes wide and alert, a squeak left your throat as you jumped down, successfully evading the blow.

Now that move caught Makoto’s attention. Pausing in her steps, she took a step back to see what had become of your form. A flash of surprise appeared over her face, taken aback by your position.

“S/O? How did you do that?” She asked, eyes sparkling with renewed determination. Perhaps that move may be very useful in the Metaverse, she thought with interest.

Futaba Sakura

Futaba was not an athletic or physical person. She was the Oracle, whose skills can only give support to her vassals. 

As long as her allies are capable of fighting, she had no worries except for the one time she thought you had died.

From her Persona, she can only watch as the Team scrambled to aid you. It was just your luck, the Shadow used attacks that happened to be your very weakness. As much as she wanted to help you, she couldn’t do a thing.

Akira casted a ‘Mahamaon’, hoping to end the battle quickly before you were beaten. He was just as unlucky, taking out everyone but one. A curse left his lips as he realized what the Shadow was going to do next.

“S/O, you need to dodge it!” She cried out from above, watching as the Shadow moved forward to finish you off.

For a moment, you really looked helpless and defeated with no other way to run. You were too exhausted to hold up your health any longer. Unknown to your partner, a lightbulb flashed over your head.

“Oh yeah? Watch this!” You growled out, lifting your self up the ground for a second. Swiftly, your body bounced downwards with your head thrown back with a smirk.

From her point of view, Futaba watched as the attack was made, eyes widening in horror. “No!” She hissed, watching in fear. Closing her eyes, she refused to see what was left of you.”No..”

Suddenly, she hears you laugh. Looking at through her Persona, she drops her jaw in disbelief. You were grinning right at her, victorious of your evasion.

After the battle ended, you approached Futaba smugly. “Hey, like me new trick-- Ow!” She pinches you, an annoyed expression on her face.

“What was that for!?” 

“Don’t scare me like that again, you idiot.”

Haru Okumura

Why do I have a nagging feeling that Haru might’ve actually taught you this move? She’s the type of person who probably attended a lot of dance and aerobic classes in the past thanks to her Father.

Initially, she and you learned this move together when you accompanied her to a class. It was a date but she was occupied with the schedule. In the end, it was a very fulfilling date.

Despite the class, Haru wasn’t sure you could do it so easily. It was just one class after all. You couldn’t possibly be able to stretch your leg out in that short span of time.

Luckily, it came to use in a battle against a Shadow. It was a desperate time, and the team was just begging for someone to miss an attack. On the way to exiting the palace, an Elite Shadow had come to block the path.

It was just before your turn to attempt to beat down the Shadow, but it had other plans in store. You appeared weak to it, making you it’s next target. Smiling eerily, the shadow approached you, a claw ready to strike your figure into Heaven,

“S/O!” Hoping to take the blow for you, Haru scrambled to her feet but it wasn’t enough. She watched as the claw made it’s way across your supposed figure, nowhere in sight. To her surprise, your remains weren’t scattered all over the floor.

You were looking upwards, your legs contorted in a painful manner. “I’m fine.” You said through gritted teeth, smiling forcefully. “Perfectly fine.”

Sighing in relief, Haru took this chance to attack, reducing the shadow into dust. Once it was over, she approached you with an innocent smile. “S/O, don’t scare me like that again.”

“I won’t, but will you help me up?” She was too angry at you to even get you back on your feet. She was scared to death, really.

Since then, Haru had been taking you to the same class, hoping you would become more flexible to use that move. “Please, for me? You really scared me on that one battle, you know.”

[velvetroom--imagines]

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

No problem! I gotchu! Thank you for requesting!

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

Akira Kurusu

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ryuji Sakomoto

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yusuke Kitagawa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goro Akechi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[velvetroom--imagines]

Hello! Might I please request for a P3 relationship headcannon for Shinji and FemMc please? :-)

Sorry for such the long wait. I’ve been trying to answer the other ones, and I finally got the time to do this one! It’ll be a bit different from P3P, but I hope this pleases you!

Shinjiro Aragaki Relationship HCs 

[Minako/Fem!MC ver.] 

Spoilers Ahead!

Boy, Shinjiro really didn’t expect to fall in love. He already knows that his flame of life was going to be blown out anytime soon, and loving someone would only complicate things. 

He was in for hell when he met the transfer student. He first noticed her eyes, the innocent and pure glint within them. It was a shine he had never seen a long time, having spent his leisure hours in an alleyway full of crack addicts and thugs. 

Despite his cold front, Minako knew that there was more to this man than he showed. There had to be a good reason why he rejoined the SEES. 

At first, they were just teammates. It was a simple injury that brought them together. It was a critical hit that sent you flying through the room, but she didn’t hit a wall. “Oof!” 

She was caught in Shinjiro’s grasp. Se looks up to gaze into his dark eyes, but somehow, instead of looking away, she remains lost. Shinjiro wouldn’t admit it, but he didn’t look away or let her down. 

“Shinji! What are you doing, the battle’s over!” A blush appears on his face as he puts her down, spitting out an apology. She smiles, assuring that it was okay. There really was something more to this man.

Sometimes, Minako and Shinjiro would be felt alone in the dorms when everyone else was out for the night. At that time, Minako really didn’t know how to cook for herself and waited until someone got home. Just as she’s had it with her hunger, she goes downstairs to settle for cereal when she sees Shinjiro cooking.

She watches in secrecy, enchanted by the aroma and the way he would slice up the food. Damn, since when did Chefs look so sexy?

Shinjiro didn’t notice until he turned around to see Minako sitting by the Dining Table. “That looks delicious!” “W-When did you get here?!” In the end, Shinjiro decides to serve her the meal while Minako would give him praise and thanks. He would never tell her that those words warmed up his heart.

“Can I help you cook, sometimes?”

“Fine.”

Everything still goes accordingly with what happens in P3P, but what if they still had more time to spend before Shinjiro’s accident?

In the relationship, Shinjiro acts cold while Minako openly showers him with warmth. In public, he isn’t keen on PDA while Minako initiates it. Holding hands isn’t a problem, and he doesn’t mind it to keep her close to him with crowds. Kissing him in public however, flusters him a lot.

In private, Shinjiro drops his guard and becomes very affectionate. He doesn’t speak or say it a lot, but he really loves her. He’d give her ‘Forehead Kisses’ to prove it, but he’d kiss her lips when he felt romantic. 

He’s the type to give Minako his jacket when she’s cold, but he would feel cold himself. Since his coat was very large, sometimes he’d just pulls Minako into his chest and close up the coat, keeping both himself and her warm. It was so much better because of the physical contact too.

Minako and Shinjiro would often cook together. While she may not be a good cook, Shinjiro is always up for teaching her. Sometimes he does scold her for mixing up salt and sugar, but he doesn’t mind teaching her again and again. In the end, she just watches and acts as the taste tester.

Jealousy was not a problem. Shinjiro had no problem if Akihiko helpd her for school work, or if Junpei walked her home. It becomes a problem if anything gets farther than platonic gestures. There was a time when Shinjiro caught a playboy trying make advances on Minako, but that didn’t last long when he towers behind her. 

“Got some business with her, punk?”

“N-Nope! Never mind about that, see you later Minako!”

Shinjiro still had recurring nightmares about killing Ken’s mother. Now that Minako slept in his room sometimes, she would often console him and wrap her warms around him at night. She would whisper to him that it’s alright, and try to comfort him back to sleep.

To the SEES, the couple acts like the Mother and Father of the group. Shinjiro cooks and secretly cares for the other members, while Minako sticks to his side with a loving gaze. Ken wouldn’t say it out loud, but it was sweet of them to protect him and the other members.

It gets very angsty under the ‘Keep Reading’ sign, and it’s full of spoilers.

Minako felt very thankful when she made ther ight chocie to give him his pocket watch. Shinjiro was still alive, but asleep. It was better than him dying, at least.

Sometime on Christmas Eve, she spends time in the hospital with him. It was a bit heartbreaking since she still manages to smile and speak to him even if doesn’t respond. She sits by the bed, gripping the Leather Watch he had given her.

I didn’t mean for this to get so angsty, but we have to consider that Minako’s going to die. At the time of her sacrifice, she might’ve teared up at the thought of Shinjiro waking up one day. It would only be possible if she gave up her life now. Smiling, she already made her decision.

Once she had returned from defeating Nyx, someone told her that Shinjiro had woken up earlier than expected.

For the rest of her days, she spends her free time at the Hospital. While Shinjiro couldn’t recall the memories they had together, Minako still visited him. It did break her heart during the first day she visited. 

“Who are you?”

“Just a visitor.”

Shinjiro would be confused the whole time, wondering why a stranger would just visit every day. Somehow, he felt like this was right, as if he knew her this whole time. Minako never gave her name though, finding that it was the best.

A few days before her time ran out, Minako suddenly stopped visiting without warning. Initially, she didn’t want to miss Shinjiro. Thinking of him made her heart hurt, especially since she may never see him again. Shinjiro felt confused when she suddenly stopped visiting, but he wanted to see her again.

It was the final day. Minako had given up on everyone’s memories, and left herself on the rooftop. Laying on the bench, she recalls the promise to meet. Struggling to keep herself awake, she fought against the urge to sleep.

Suddenly she feels a yell coming from the door. Still, she glances at the door, eyes lighting up. Shinjiro panted heavily, a hopeful expression on his face. “I remember everything now!” Before she could register it, he cradled her in his arms, enveloping her in a warmth she hadn’t felt in so long.

“It must’ve been so painful for you, to speak to me while I couldn’t remember any of my memories.” Minako wanted to tell him that this moment was enough for her to forget the past. Even if he hadn’t recalled her for years, it didn’t matter if he still returned to her in the end.

Shinjiro smiles, unaware of her condition. Planting a feathery kiss on her forehead, he smiles. “I won’t let anything tear us apart again. Wherever you go, I will follow.”

Minako fought to stay awake, she really did. Sleep began to overpower her, and Shinjiro’s warmth wasn’t helping her. She sighed, giving into death. “Thank you, Shinjiro. I love you.” All she can think about was his scent, lulling her into deep sleep.

Bonus Angsty!Ending: Even after the events of ‘The Answer’, Shinjiro still loved you. Despite the treatment he received from the hospital, the effects from the supplements began to take it’s toll. About a few months later, he grew ill and was placed in the hospital. 

Doctor’s didn’t really know what happened to him, except for the SEES. Mitsuru tried to get the Kirijio Corps. to create a cure, but it was too late. Lying on his deathbed, Shinjiro glances at the window. 

He wonders how lonely she must be, holding back Erebus from touching Nyx. Minako’s soul stood as a wall, all alone. He smiles at the thought, feeling sleepy. He wonders if this was what she had felt then on the rooftop.

“I’ll be right there with you, Minako. Just please, wait for me.”

[velvetroom--imagines]

Ryuji, Akira, Minato and Yu's headcanons when they see their crush's awakening their personas and wanting to become one of them. How would they treat them in the Metaverse? Maybe Small scenes of confessions when crush is hurt, because they're so worried? Thank you

Ahh, this are the type of asks I really like, especially if it interferes or has something to do with the plot. Thank you! I wasn’t sure about Minato and Yu’s since they were from a different game, so I will be writing it in their own dungeons like the ‘TV World’ or ‘Tartarus’. 

“Let me Join You.”

Akira Kurusu

It was accidental. You weren’t supposed to be here, he thought. If there was anything Akira was afraid of, it would be the fact that his specific other had strolled into the deep into Mementos, alone. In all honesty, he hadn’t noticed your presence until Futaba noted that she felt a faint unrecognizable energy in one of the floors.

Prior to your awakening, Akira had already established a Confidant with you. You were a student, someone who only watched as things fell apart. Bystander was the word, but it wasn’t that you refused to do anything. It’s just that no matter what you did, no one would listen.

It was then when one day, you wanted to talk to Akira when they had suddenly opened an app and warped the whole world. To your surprise, you had found yourself in the Metaverse. Quietly, you trailed after the ‘Bus’ but had gotten lost along the way.

May God know how you managed to escape from the Shadows. You ran from the monsters for a time until you took a wrong turn and trapped yourself in a dead end. Luckily, from the corner of your eye, someone had come to your rescue.

The Phantom Thieves, right before your very eyes. Covering you, they didn’t let you in the sight of the enemy. Again, like always, you were just watching without being able to do anything. It wasn’t until you watched as the Shadow knocked everyone down, leaving Akira on his knees.  

“A-Akira!” You squaked, scrambling onto your feet. What could you do? Was there anything… you can do? Suddenly, you feel a pounding to your head, a voice echoing out to you.

“Finally, you’ve come to your senses and have broken out of little cage. I’m disappointed that it had taken this long.” Writhing on the floor, you felt a searing pain take place on your eyes. You felt blinded, and the urge to remove it was pulsing.

“Come now, let’s give them what they deserve! I am thou, thou art I…” Desperate, your hands made their way up to your mask, gripping the sides before ripping it off, the scent of iron hitting your nose. “Now, what do you plan to do?”

“No. I won’t stand and watch anymore.” You hissed, gripping the weapon given to you. You stood, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You smiled at the Phantom Thieves, ecstatic. “Come, let’s finish them!” 

Once the battle had come to a finish thanks to your new abilities, the Phantom Thieves approached you. Akira came into view, glancing at your wounds with concern. “S/O, are you alright?” 

He had that soft spot foryou, and seeing those scars made him wince. He didn’t hesitate to take off his gloves to brush his hands along them, checking how severe they were. “Next time, don’t enter places that look shady.”

Shaking your head, you smiled at him. “It’s okay. I actually want to continue entering shady places if it’s for the greater good.” Akira would always be captivated by how sweet and compassionate you are, why would he deny your request?

Akira smirked at you, holding out his hand for you to take. “Consider yourself a Phantom Thief, my dear.” A confession wasn’t even needed at this point, really. He’d flirt his way into your heart until it becomes clear that he isn’t going to stop.

Battles are actually very convenient. At moments when he asks you steal something or whenever you jump to avoid enemy attacks, Akira would always catch you. Literally, most times, you fall right into his arms. He’d smirk, unwilling to let you go. “I think you belong here. Don’t worry, you can pay the rent through kisses.”

Whenever you get wounded, Akira would always place himself in front of you. His cheeky demeanor would fall whenever your life is as stake. If you get seriously damaged, he won’t show mercy to the Shadows that hurt you then tend to your every beck and call.

Expect Akira to drag you into Mementos for ‘training sessions’. Sometimes they get heated after battles. Imagine Akira taking your hand and attempt to seduce you out of the heat of passion. “If you beat the next one by yourself, your efforts will be rewarded.” 

Rewarded? Pfft, he ends up taking you for a Mega-Burger Challenge. Gotta get your stats up after all.

Bonus; There was a time when Akira accidentally dismissed an ability your Persona had, and now he desperately needed it. You were awfully confused when he had taken you to Church. 

“Akira, why are you asking me to confess my sins?” 

“You can kneel before me later. Please do a confession. I really need that Salvation move.”

Ryuji Sakomoto

Ryuji was horrified once he discovered that you, out of all people, had been following the Thieves into Madarame’s Palace. Ever since the two of you had met, he has had this urge to protect you. 

Geez, this guy isn’t willing to even let someone lay a finger on you. You were always quiet and lenient towards Kamoshida’s advances. While Ryuji would bark at the man, you couldn’t avoid the harassment. Your silence and submissive decisions made it clear that you couldn’t stand up for youself.

One of the reasons he wanted to destroy Kamoshida so badly was to protect you. When you displayed your surprise when Kamoshida turned himself in, your friend simply grinned victoriously. You knew something was up, and Ryuji was involved.

For the past days, Ryuji was nowhere to be seen. You’ve heard whispers that he has been sen at an Art Museum, but as far as you knew, Ryuji would’ve left the place since it felt too boring. Eventually, you decided to follow him, trailing him to the house of Madarame.

You weren’t too surprised when you found out they were the Phantom Thieves. Curiosity got the better of you, leading you to watch from afar. It wasn’t until you got lost, and found yourself curled against an artifact. 

Suddenly you felt a chill run down your back, noticing a dark figure standing behind you. You desperately didn’t want to look behind you, but you ended up doing so.

Ryuji always recognized that scream. It was too familiar, and it was certain it belonged to you. On instinct, he ran off and followed the sound. That was when he had found you backed against a wall, a Shadow looming over you with dark intentions.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” He yelled, immediately catching the shadow’s attention. Grinning darkly, it’s attention diverted towards the Phantom Thieves, bigger lives aching to be destroyed. 

“S/O! Stay back!” Ryuji yelled, unable to notice that the Shadow was inches away from attacking him. Before you can yell out a warning, it was already too late. Before you knew it, the Phantom Thieves were struggling and low on health. 

It won’t be long until they are defeated.

“Is this how it will end?” A voice echoed within you, sending painful tremors through your head. Clutching your hair, you collapsed onto your knees. “Are you going to simply watch them fall apart? You can do better than that, don’t you think?”  

Ryuji watched as you thrashed around in your position, fearful for your safety. Drool spilled from your lips, foaming out. “Mercy? Don’t be foolish. Being nice will never get you anywhere in life, dear. Let’s seal the deal, right here, right now. I am thou, thou art I...”

It all flashed before your eyes. You were always being protected, always being shielded against others. Never had you fought back, and it was always Ryuji who took the blow for you. Not anymore, not this time. “That’s right! Wreak havoc upon your foes! Destroy them!”

Weapon in hand, you grinned widely at the Shadow. “Thank you, Ryuji. You have always protected me from the dangers of this world.” You looked at your friend, smiling gently. “Let me return the favor.”

Ryuji was frozen in awe, too lovestruck to even protest. He watches as you land a blow on the Shadow, amazed by how powerful you can be when agitated. Getting up himself, he runs to your side with a matching smile. “Come on, S/O! Let’s finish this!”

At the end of the battle, he finally approaches you with an upset expression. “S/O, be careful next time. If we didn’t find you, who knows what could’ve happened to you...” Without any hesitation, he takes your hand.

“I really don’t wanna lose you, you’re everything to me.” His eyes widened in realization, only registering the words that flew out of his mouth. A faint blush glazed over your cheeks.

“Is this your way of saying you love me?” You asked, noticing the matching red shade on Ryuji’s face. He groans, already foreseeing his rejection. “Yeah, but it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way--” 

His words were cut off by a swift kiss to the cheek. Frozen in his spot, he blinks in confusion. You laugh softly before jumping onto his back, burying your head into his neck. “Thank you for protecting me, my knight.”

In battle, rather than protecting you, he tries to fight alongside you instead. He tries to sync his movements along yours, both creating flashy attacks. You would attack first, then suddenly he runs straight into the Shadow from behind to give it the final blow. 

Just be careful when you get struck down, Ryuji will show no mercy. If you’re still hurt, he won’t mind carrying you until the next safe room. Even in the Metaverse, he’s still the sweet guy we all know and love.

Yu Narukami

It was another night, and Yu already had a feeling about his next target. It was a bit too obvious when a familiar face appeared on TV, questioned about the mysterious Inaba Murders. He felt sick to his stomach, hoping that it wouldn’t be you and your appearance on the news was just a coincidence.

When the TV turned on, Yu couldn’t help but blush at the sight. You were dressed in an exposing white attire, pure. Behind your figure was a brightly colorful background of endless artifacts and paintings. 

“Hello dear viewers! Today’s program is the pre-showcase of this painfully bright museum! Gah, it disgusts me how much color this around.” Posing inappropriately, you smiled at the camera. “We can’t have that. I’m supposed to be the Number 1 Artifact there is! My name is S/O, and you shall witness me tear down these walls into a pure white shade!” 

Yu furrowed his brows with confusion. Were you planning to repaint the whole museum white? Grinning mischeviously, you leaned in closer towards the camera. “Once we are finished, you shall witness this Museum’s greatest and only exhibit. Of course, it won’t be ready until I get rid of everything else! Until next time!” The screen fades out as your Shadow takes out a bat, smashing a colorful vase. 

Yu was very flustered during the meeting the next day. “No questions, we’re going into the TV World today.” “Yu, aren’t you being a little too worked up?”

He wastes no time working through your dungeon. It was a colorful museum with paintings and artifacts scattered and torn apart. The rooms were covered with white paint, attempts to cover up it’s vibrant and eye catching wallpaper. It was a hunch, but Yu suspected that your Shadow was a manifestation of a desire to feel special. 

His conclusion was right once he made it to the final floor. It was an art studio, and your Shadow stood before you. Paint was ready, scattered and thrown along the floor. “No! This isn’t right. It must be beautiful– I must be beautiful!” 

Yu’s heart hardened at the sight of you on the floor, teary-eyed and angry at your counterpart. “Please, stop it!” You cried out, refusing to look at your own reflection.

“Oh please. Do you really think I’m happy with out plain I look?” Your Shadow asked in a dark tone before chuckling. “My friends are so colorful. They’re so smart, so pretty, so… eye catching.” Rolling it’s eyes, your Shadow snorted. “Then there’s me, little boring me. I tried everything, you know. I joined clubs, studied hard and all, but did I get any praise? No!”

Disgust flashed over your Shadow’s face, glaring at it’s human counterpart. “I’m so sick of it. I’m sick and tired of being average! All the crap about everyone being special, lies! It’s all lies!” 

“N-No… You’re not me.” You said in a hoarse whisper, collapsing in defeat as your Shadow grinned widely, warping into an unrecognizable form. Yu gripped his blade tightly, ready to summon his persona.

“I am the Shadow, the True Self! Come, let us paint this lonely canvas with your demise!” 

Yu found it hard to fight your Shadow. It made him feel terrible to know that the one he held feelings for would have such a distorted view. Yet, this only gives him a better motivation to fight, to free you from your sadness.  

Once your Shadow had been defeated, you sighed and got up on your feet. “Disgusting, isn’t it? You probably dislike me now for that side of me.” To your surprise, Yu shakes his head in disagreement. “Even with your flaws, you’re still the same person I fell in love with.”

Glancing at your shadow, you nodded in acceptance. It faded into air, giving you a glimpse of a figure you would soon call your Persona.  

Just before collapsing from exhaustion, a faint smile rose upon your lips. “Thank you, Yu.” Even your tiredness couldn’t hide away the pink shade of your cheeks.

Once you had become accustomed to the Investigation, nothing really changes in battle. Every now and then, Yu would try to catch you off guard in battle by sending small flirtatious comments your way. It grosses the team out, but it always found a way to make you smile. 

“You know, I wouldn’t mind if you were feisty when we are alone–”

“EWW, SAVE IT FOR THE BEDROOM!” -Yosuke Hanamura

Minato Arisato 

Minato was always certain to make sure you didn’t catch onto his late night missions. Everytime you asked to stay overnight, he tried to make sure it doesn’t interfere with his little visits to Tartarus. He would always send you home, no questions asked.

He always did appear stone cold in front of his teammates, at least until he heard a piercing scream in Tartarus. It was very familiar to his ears, causing his never-changing expression to falter in terror. Running past the hallways, he finally made it to a corner where a Shadow stood threateningly. Behind it was a small figure curled against the wall, eyes filled with fright.

“S/O?!” Beckoning his team over, he calmly charged for battle. Unluckily for him, this specific monster managed to land critical hits on the team. Minato fell onto his butt, groaning in discomfort. His evoker had been thrown against the wall from impact, as the shadow approached him with interest.

“S/O… run.” He whispered, praying that Fuuka had already contacted backup. You weren’t moving away, instead taking the gun in a shaky grip. His eyes narrow with seriousness. “S/O, just get out of here!”

You ignored his desperate pleas. Placing the gun to your head, your eyes remained fixed on Minato who lay helpless on the floor. At that moment, you knew what you had to do. Even if it means to meet Death itself, you were willing to throw it all away to save him. 

“Persona!”

His vision was blurry, but he could already make out the small figure from your back. Grinning madly, you gestured your hand forward towards the shadow that stood menacingly before the boy. “Megidolaon!” You cried out, a shining light eradicating your enemies.

Minato was astounded once he figured out that you had the potential. Once he gets back up on his feet, he immediately grabs your wrist. Was he angry? Furious? Scared? Who knew? Minato couldn’t bring himself to yell or scold you for doing something so risky. Hissing to himself, he lets go of you. “Let’s go back to base for now.” 

After that encounter, Minato quietly protested against you joining SEES. To fight against shadows, one must accept the possibility of dying. He certainly did not want you to fall to such a fate. However, after multiple meetings, Mitsuru welcomed you to the team with open arms.

For the first few missions with you, Minato becomes a bit too protective. He’s the Battle Leader, isn’t he? He would mostly leave you out of battles until you start to persist him to do so. To avoid any disputes with Mitsuru or Yukari, he gives in.

Even in battle, he is still hesitant to let you fight. Minato was mature enough to let you fight on your own accord, but was always pulling back at the slightest hint of danger. He would always cast Diarama whenever you were hurt, just to keep your safe. 

Due to the fact that he is responsible for your life, he ceases all his plans on asking you out. Letting his love evolve will not help in the field of battle. Subtly, he still shows his affection in different ways. He often takes blows for you in battles, and heals you once they are over. 

Boy, his confession for you was on complete accident. It was when a Succubus cast a ‘Marin Karin’ spell on him. With a faint blush on his face, he swung his blade at you as you dodged. “Tartarus is full of dangers. I must end your life before the shadows do!” He growled, seemingly irritated at each miss. 

“Snap out of it, Minato!” You cried out, already growing tired at each attempt. It wasn’t long until you tripped over your own feet, back against the floor. Delighted by the action, the Leader straddled you while raising his sword up high.

“I’m doing this because I love you, please understand that.” Just as he was about to land the final blow, you snapped at his words. “What?!” You squeaked in surprise, your hand immediately flying upwards to smack his cheek.

His eyes snapped back to their original calm hue, brought out of his delirium. “S/O?” Scrambling off you, he had a horrified and embarrassed expression on his face. 

By the moment the battle was over, you dragged Minato to a secluded area in the building. He wanted to escape and hide his face in shame for what he had done, but you weren’t going to let him escape. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me? Was that why you didn’t want me to fight?”

He remained silent. Minato didn’t know how to answer your question, torn between tell you and keeping silent. After a more moments of silence, you were about to turn around and leave before he grabs a hold of your wrist, pulling you into his embrace.

“So what if I do? What are you planning to do with that information?”