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#like there were tears both this time and w the sojiro thing
oraclememehacker · 2 years
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A Meetup
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“This is a bad idea, I know it.” RH remarked to herself as she stood outside of Café Leblanc, a hot wind going down the path kicking up some latent sand. It was open, Sojiro still taking care of Ren who had tried to kill her and she turned to stone, only to bring him back after realizing what a bad idea that was. Plus, she was trying to get better, right? Keeping him in stone wouldn’t exactly help with that. It was her fault that he was pushed to do such a thing. She kept a scar from that day in order to remind herself of what she had done to him and Ryuji.
She knew Sojiro was in there, she watched him constantly from her monitors and knew that he was doing his best to help as many people as he could, just wondering, hoping and praying that his daughter would come back home eventually. Well, he was going to get his prayers answered today as she approached the place. Grabbing the doorknob, she opened the door, a familiar jingle happening as she walked into it, still in her usual “goddess” attire.
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“Ah welcome. I’m low on supplies right now but--” He had a shocked look on his face as he saw Futaba just casually make her way into the place. She looked different, he knew that was going to be the case, but it was still such a shock to his system that he just stood there, flabbergasted for a moment. Then the tears appeared in the corners of his eyes. “Futaba...oh Futaba dear. God, I never thought I’d see you again I... I just don’t understand all of this still.”
“I don’t expect you to Sojiro.” RH responded quickly shaking her head. “But...I’m here to show you me. The real me. I thought about lying to you, but you know the truth of everything already. But I know you don’t know that I was stabbed recently.” “Stabbed?!?! W-W-What the hell?! Who?!” Sojiro rushed over to her daughter and just forced his way onto her with the tightest hug as he was crying heavily now. RH just looked up at him and shook her head, but she had to admit that this was quite some feelings that she had. Last time she felt this way was with her persona.
“It doesn’t matter.” Now RH was lying to him because telling him it was Ren would raise so many questions. “As you know, I rule over this world. I haven’t felt like seeing you because I... would be ashamed of your reaction to me. I am nothing more than a failure who doesn’t deserve redemption or happiness. I will live with the pain and guilt that I deal with for the rest of my life and--”
“Nonsense. You more than anyone deserves to be happy again. I can’t imagine the pain that you’ve dealt with. I was told that you were...tortured. God, I wanted to beat the ones who did that to you to within an inch of their lives, but apparently they were already dealt with. I won’t lie and say you haven’t done a lot wrong but...” He just sighed and continued to hug her tears stopping for now. “I know you are doing the best that you can regardless. That’s all I can ask. Maybe we can return to normal eventually.”
“Maybe...” RH admitted with a small sigh. “I can’t do it now, I just can’t. I try but I can’t. But one day, once I finally can see past everything, I may return things back to normal. I may never be able to trust people properly again though. But I’m trying, and apparently that’s all that matters.” She finally would return the hug before both of them pulled away. “It’s good to see you again Sojiro. I’ll make sure that you have supplies for your curry. It’s the least that I can do.”
Pulling out her console now he had a look on his face as he saw that things suddenly shifted around him, and his café was stocked to the brim with everything that he needed. Hell, it felt like the old days again. “Futaba...” “There you go. You’re welcome. Now then, I must go. But before I go...” She used her console again to change her attire momentarily, to look like her old self in her summer outfit. But as quickly as it was there, she was back to her shadow/goddess attire. “And now I go. I love you Sojiro.” “...I love you too, Futaba dear.” And with that she disappeared to go back to her palace.
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orcelito · 3 years
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Getting emotional from watching a show
Almost cried, even. The last time that happened was when I found a song I related to sojiro and Akira back in April that made me Emotional
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shadow-scenarios · 3 years
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hello 🥺 i love ur asks n u seem so sweet,, can i have kasumi/sumire, makoto, futaba and ann w a female s/o but they have to keep it a secret bc theyre not out yet 💞
Anon!! You’re so kind. Thank you, I’m glad that I come off as sweet. I see some blogs where people appear quite rude and although that’s fine for them I guess, treating all my precious followers & readers with respect is a basic rule that should be followed.
Writing is my passion but I love interacting with people a lot.
Also be gay, do crime.
- Nexus.
Panther { Ann Takamaki }
✧ With this being her first relationship with a girl, Ann would also like to keep it quiet for a while. Not because she is ashamed of being with her, it is merely that she is not sure who will or will not be supportive of her. Though the Phantom Thieves would congratulate her if she were to come out, the rest of Japanese society may not feel the same.
✧ There is absolutely no PDA if she is not comfortable with it. Ann knows that keeping that kind of thing a secret requires them to be at a slight distance in public but that merely means that she turns up the affection dial in private. Once the two come home, she is likely to ask for a cuddle because there has been very little touching all day.
✧ Choosing to come out to anyone is a difficult thing. If she decides to do so, Ann will be there to support her all the way because they are both in this together. Even if someone is homophobic, they can move past it because they have each other. Though she would understand if she wants it to remain a secret for a while, her acting is not the best so it may accidentally slip out.
Queen { Makoto Niijima }
✧ With Makoto, her stance about keeping it a secret is the same. Although she knows that her current group of friends & her girlfriend would never abandon her, being rejected reminds her a lot of those times in which she was alone. It made her miserable & she never wants to go back to that kind of thing again. Especially because she does not know her sister’s views on the LGBTQ+ community. There is also the fact that she needs to act professional at school because of her high reputation.
✧ Quickly, they fall into a routine of ‘study’ dates. Even if Makoto was simply going over to her house to talk & cuddle, she would still use the pretence that they were going to study together. Sometimes they would actually study because grades are important but a lot of the time it is intelligent conversation.
✧ Actually one of the most daring of the four. Makoto does not hesitate to sneak a kiss around other people, especially when she knows that no one is looking. Even if it is merely on her cheek, it is still a win nonetheless. If she reacts positively, she tries to hide a secret smile the rest of the conversation.
Oracle { Futaba Sakura }
✧ Keeping it a secret from the general public is actually rather easy because Futaba does not go outside very often. However, keeping it from Sojiro is a bigger challenge. He would figure it out eventually because of the amount of time they spend together but would never directly ask, instead opting to wait for one of them to come out to him. He is super accepting!! Anyone that makes his daughter happy also makes him happy.
✧ She likes to secretly hold hands, even if it is a little risky. For some reason, it soothes the mind. Even if it is merely the intertwinement of the pinkies, she smiles whenever it happens. Although she is not an advocate of PDA, small things make her feel better amongst big groups of people.
✧ This is her first relationship, so please take care of her!! Futaba has a huge weakness for cuddling in her room when she knows that everyone is out of the house or they are fast asleep. She may even fall asleep herself but beware, as she shifts & mumbles a lot in her sleep.
Violet { Sumire Yoshizawa }
✧ Sumire is very fluttery about being in a relationship. She can get flustered quite quickly & that can cause a scene in public, make sure not to tease her! Keeping it a secret is perfectly fine for her even though she knows that her father would understand. Despite this, keeping the relationship a secret is quite difficult. A lot of her schedule is quite busy, so most of seeing her would come from hanging out together at Shujin Academy during lunch time or even through texting each other.
✧ However, there is a caveat. Lack of affection & validation can make Sumire feel insecure about herself, which leads to her wondering if she is a good partner for her girlfriend. Although she would disclose this secret only to herself, it would eventually be another thing that tears her down & prevents her from focusing on gymnastics.
✧ If she ever wanted to come out to anyone, she would like to talk to them & see what they think of the gay community in case there is a chance that they are homophobic because she would not want her significant other to experience any kind of hate, abandonment or violence. Deeming herself a good judge of character, Sumire does some investigation to see what their opinions are without having to directly ask any questions.
Word Count: 820
Publish Date: 16.10.20
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ryntaia · 7 years
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Is it bad I want to read a drabble about the headcanon where Goro and Futaba are half sibling and they find out about it? (Can I just say that I love your writing? ;w; )
Pfft anon I think about this headcanon non-stop, of course you can have Sibtaba and BroGoro drabbles. 
/cracks knuckles 
hooboy okay let’s break out the Oniichan. Also, I hope you guys don’t mind the name I gave Akechi’s mom. She needed some name and this was the placeholder one I’d been using for a while. 
EDIT: Fixed some issues with this one. I hadn’t realized that my strike outs had not transferred over when pasted, so Shido’s letter turned into a rambling mess. It still is (purposefully) but its a little closer to what I intended now. Sorry about that confusion. 
           She poked that box with her toe, she ran her hands across the cardboard surface, she even drew on it once or twice…but Futaba Sakura did not even think about opening it for what had to be a month.
           It was understandable. When the plain box had arrived as Leblanc, return address of Masayoshi Shido hastily scribbled on the side, Futaba and Sojiro were close to flipping a coin on whether or not to keep it. Her legal guardian had wanted to throw it out into the trash immediately—if it hadn’t of been for the last few months, the redhead hacker would’ve sided with him immediately. Instead the box had been stashed up where she didn’t have to look at it all time: Akira’s room in Leblanc.
           She couldn’t avoid it forever, though. Even if she didn’t want to face the man who had been responsible for her mother’s death, well, she had managed to face the teenager who had actually done the deed. She was nowhere near what could be called ‘close’ to Goro Akechi, but she had faced him head on when the brunette had been dragged back into the world of the living. They didn’t talk much and Akechi typically left the attic when Futaba or any of Akira’s friends were at Leblanc…Futaba didn’t know where the boy went at these times, and all Akira would tell her is that Akechi was taking a walk to clear his head.
           Which was why right now she sat on Akira’s bed with the bespectacled teen sitting across from her, and Akechi leaning against the far wall. He was like a lean cat, his figure pushed out slightly with his eyes always darting around yet never leaving his target—his prey. He kept his distance but his dark eyes always seemed circle the room right back to the box in the middle of Akira and Futaba.
           It was only fair, Akira had reasoned with her. It’s your mother, but its his father…and it’ll only be for an hour.
           God, Akira was a great guy, but sometimes he was SUCH a great guy that it drove Futaba up the wall. He would stick his neck out for anyone, even if that someone had literally pointed a gun at his head and pulled the trigger. Though she wasn’t really interested in going into the specifics of that, the looks they kept giving each other, the hours they spent alone, the…
           Lord, it was best to just not think about it.
           Instead she reached out and finally—finally—undid the string tying the box together. It was like as if each time a fold of the box fell away from its contents, the brunette seemed to slide closer behind them. Thankfully he seemed to be staying closer by Akira, but Futaba kept a watchful eye on him as she revealed Shido’s unexpected gift to them all. Which….
           …was a letter in an envelope stacked on top of a bunch of paper files.
           She groaned, slipping her fingers under the paper and ripping out the letter inside. It was a short letter, seeming like it had been written in a few minutes with no time to spare, but it had the familiar handwriting that Shido had boldly publically displayed. Here, it wasn’t so bold—despite the slapdash way it appeared to be written, there were numerous signs of eraser marks peppering the entire sheet of paper. Several bits of text were just plain crossed out. Even the signature was lopsided.
           Miss Sakura,
           Enclosed is the last of the files documents related to the use of research of acquirement of Wakaba Ishikii’s study on the cognitive psience of the Metaverse. I hope you can make use of I hope that it will benefit I’m sorry.
           Masayoshi Shido
           Futaba wrinkled her nose—she wanted to be disgusted but Akira had reminded her time and time again that before she opened the box that she would be seeing the sentiments of Shido after they had changed him. His actions before had been impure, but whether had made the choice to feel it now or not, what the letter had expressed WAS the truth the ex-politician was feeling. He was not lying, he was not trying to manipulate them, he wasn’t trying to gain anything. Even if it felt empty to Futaba…
           She shook her head and rifled through the files, throwing the letter to the side. Akira caught it and handed it up to Akechi—the brunette didn’t even bother with it, immediately tearing Shido’s words in half. Futaba absentmindedly listened as Akira admonished the detective, unwillingly to actively partake in whatever Akechi had to gain from this. Instead she tucked her red hair behind an ear, tilting one of the pictures in the box to the side curiously.
           It was a photo of her mother.
           Futaba didn’t have many photos of her mother. They had all been confiscated by the men in suits, she assumed because they thought any one of the pictures could hold a secret. The only picture she had managed to keep had been an old picture from when Futaba was first born, with her mother standing next to her crib with a tired smile on her face. She wore a lab coat in that picture, hanging heavily on her burdened shoulders and covering up her sleek black dress. Futaba couldn’t remember seeing her mother in that labcoat very often; Wakaba had not worn it at the house very much.
           Yet in the picture she held, her mother wore that exact same labcoat.
           She was standing in front of a nondescript clinical building with a smile on her face and a clipboard in hand. To her left stood a brunette woman who looked almost vaguely familiar, thick hair tied into a braid that ran over her shoulder. She had the same tired eyes that Futaba could remember her mother having, yet she worn no lab coat. Instead she wore what seemed to be a light green hospital gown. She stood against the far side of the picture, and from it she could see a hand resting on her shoulder. It wore an unmistakably garish gold ring on the pointer finger.
           She tossed it to the side; it was caught by Akira, who showed it to Akechi. The detective seemed thrown off, almost frazzled, for a moment. Futaba did not stop to ask why—the picture under it grabbed her attention far more. It was the same woman with the brown hair, only this time she was standing aside Masayoshi Shido—who was blocking his face from the camera with his hand. But his unmistakable scowl and goatee were still apparent through his fingers, the sheen of his orange lens reflecting off the camera lid. The woman still looked very tired.
           “Give me that.”
           Futaba shifted backwards as Akechi snapped up the photo from her, revealing the one underneath it—the brunette woman, eyes sad and smile barely managing to stay afloat as she sat on a chair. Wakaba was standing behind her with a similarly frazzled look on her face, trying to force a smile all the same as her painted nails gripped firmly as the back of the brunette woman’s chair. There was an unmistakable swell at the stomach of the unknown woman; her thin hand seemed to be lain across the green fabric.
           She let the photo fall out of her hands to the side; the only photo left was an oddly distinct photo of Masayoshi Shido on his own. It almost looked like a driver’s license photo. His mocha eyes stared straight ahead, and for a moment, it almost drew a feeling of fear out of Futaba. Quickly she shook her head and focused in on the photo—there had to be SOMETHING in it that would tell her something. But she couldn’t find it, couldn’t figure out what had possessed her mother to have this odd photo of Masayoshi Shido. It fell to the side as she ruffled through the papers—the only photo of the four that Akechi hadn’t taken to stare oddly at. The redhead wasn’t going to bother to ask. Instead she pulled out what looked to be a pair of hospital admittance papers.
           The top one was her mother’s admittance to deliver Futaba. The second…seemed to be the admittance of another pregnant woman, two years prior to Wakaba’s. She scanned the file, but her eyes caught on the name. Slowly, almost disbelieving, Futaba lowered the paper to stare blankly at the brunette detective gazing almost longingly at the photographs that she had thrown to the side.
           Akane Akechi.
           “Why are these files together…? Mom knew…?” She mused to herself, placing them each aside each other to study the documents thoroughly. While she examined them, Akira rifled through the box between them. Before she could think any further into it, a folded and yellowed piece of paper dropped on top of it. Futaba looked up at Akira questioningly; his hand laid on her shoulder immediately after giving her what he had found.
           “The only thing that matters is you. Not them.”
Birth Certificate – Futaba Isshiki
           Mother – Wakaba Isshiki
           Father – Masayoshi Shido
           Futaba’s head reeled as she tumbled backwards away from the box, legs furiously pushing her body against the wall. Her eyes stared out at figures she couldn’t truly see, her eyes blurred by confusion and distress and her ears blinded by the dull hiss of a scream bubbling in the back of her throat. Her hands couldn’t find a place to stay, couldn’t find a way to hold herself up as she sunk deeper towards the ground. She could only see the blurred shapes of Akira handing Akechi the paper and the both of them swooping down by her.
           It made her want to scream; instead, when she tried, she found herself with a mouthful of water. The hacker coughed loudly, realizing she had been hyperventilating as her mind screeched at her the implications of what Shido could’ve done to her mother, how this possibly could’ve happened, how even when she had been a product of the worst aspect of Wakaba’s life, Wakaba had still managed to love her so dearly despite her hard work masking it…
           She looked up from the glass in her hand to stare at the two boys hovering above her; Akechi immediately slid back away from her. But before he could get away, the hacker’s precise fingers shot out to grab him by the tie and dragged him back in, knocking the glass of water in his hands to the ground as he was brought face to face with the redhead. Akira watched carefully from a distance, one hand cautiously raised if he needed to intervene. Futaba already knew he didn’t have to; she just lifted her chin to meet her mocha brown eyes with Akechi’s dark brown ones.
           It was always in our eyes, wasn’t it.
           “I think I just might be starting to understand you a little more…” She whispered. Her throat felt like it had been clawed apart. “…brother.”
           And behind them both, scattered pictures of two women—one with short black hair and sharp eyes, another with long brown hair and a tired smile—stood alongside a menacing picture of Masayoshi Shido.
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