[Well, it was probably only a matter of time before he was cornered by the cat protag, honestly. He read that gaze pretty properly, when Akira had met his eyes fiercely across the room after reading their profiles, and that's all he really could expect--
So Minato doesn't seem very alarmed when Akira pops up; he's been chilling in the dining room with a croissant, and enjoying munching on it.
He takes a bite and...nods to the seat across from him.]
[Minato's pretty sharp, to have determined Akira's intentions from a brief, ten-second shared glance. but sometimes nonverbal communication said so much more than words ever could. . . so when Akira slips into the dining room, still covered in black ink smudged on his cheeks and glitter in his hair, he isn't really surprised to find that Minato was expecting him]
[with a quirked brow, he slides into the chair opposite, legs crossed and arms folded. he looks ridiculous, but hey. he don't care!1]
[It's been an unnerving day no matter how Minato looks at things. First there was that strange--well, he woke up unhappy and displeased, which is a pretty rare thing for him. And after that, there was the news of the game...
Well.
Eventually, Minato finds that his feet take him towards a familiar person's room, and...while he's not sure if Akira will want company or not, it seems worth a shot. They have a bit more in common than most people here, after all.
[there's a pause, a moment where Akira hops off of his bed and pads to the door to open it. when he does, Minato will note that he looks a bit. . . disheveled. . . with his hair even more of a mess than usual. the two halves of his glasses sit on his nightstand along with his tablet, and he's got a notebook tucked underneath one arm]
[but hey! his nose is no longer bleeding]
[he blinks a few times, a bit surprised to see a visitor at his room]
[well, it's been a few days, and what has Akira not done? take his personas for a test drive, that's what. sure, he remembers exactly how they're supposed to work from back home. but the fact that he even has the ability to summon outside the Metaverse is an anomaly. he can't be blamed for wanting to make sure they work well, right?]
[and who better to test out his abilities with than a fellow wild card!1]
[and so Akira, all bundled up in the winter outfit he was given (cat-eared cap and all) leads Minato to the wide area of the ski slopes]
This should be big enough, right?
[so no one accidentally gets caught in the crossfire]
[Honestly, Minato agreed with this because he assumed that everyone uses an Evoker when summoning their Personas--which is also why he requested they be far enough away from the others that they won't alarm anyone.
It's probably fine.
He glances around, all bundled up in his own coat and hat, and nods.]
[at some point during lunchtime, probably, when they're in the dining area grabbing food. . . some mysterious person chucks a piece of a croissant at the back of Minato's head]
[It was only inevitable that after that whole mess, Minato would want to make sure that the others are doing okay. He goes around, talking to people, making sure they're okay, checking in on them--
And then, quietly, he ends up slumping his way back to his room, rubbing his face with his hands for a moment as he finally lets his guard down.
Holy crap...
He really, really can't believe that after all of this... someone actually did it.
Akira's going to have to seek Minato out for this one; he knows he has to make sure Akira's okay too, but he needs a minute to pull himself together first (which is why now's the perfect time for Akira to show up).]
[Minato surely isnโt the only one scrambling about checking in on people after that announcement, although Akira only does so after a heavy curse and punching the nearest wall (god damn it, he canโt believe someone was actually killed). it just so happens that Akira is on his way to Minatoโs room specifically when he spots the now-familiar shade of blue in the hallway]
[Minatoโs name hadnโt been on the announcement, so technically Akira already knew he was okay. but actually seeing him hammers it home, and Akira visibly slumps in relief before calling out]
[Akira spends a good few hours on the ski slopes after the trial, clearing his head and trying to collect his thoughts. when he finally makes his way inside, he's chilled to the absolute bone, shivering with teeth chattering and cheeks red. he intends to make his way up to his room first thing, but. . . then he sees a certain someone wandering about the lobby in a seemingly aimless manner, and--]
[well]
[of course he's going to stop and say something]
[so he approaches, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, cap pulled down over his ears. if there's anyone who probably understands exactly how he's feeling right now? it's Minato. right?]
[where is Minato? it doesn't matter, Akira is tracking him down ASAP. he holds himself tensely, with a sharp, business-like expression etched into his features. he isn't playing]
[Minato's mourning, of course. It's bad enough when people die. It's even worse when they're people Minato cared about, who he wanted to see blossom into so much more--
Yoshi never got that chance, and it's all because of his eyes, isn't it...?
... It's not fair.
Still, Akira shows up all brisk business, and Minato straightens.]
I'm listening.
[He can be business too, even if not so distantly far and away, he just feels numb.]
And... in all honesty, Minato's not sure he wants to. He's filled to the brim with emotions (a weird experience for him in general), and part of him just wants to retreat to work them out.
The other part of him... the part that's hurt and tired and sad and maybe more than anything lonely... doesn't want that at all.
He...meets Akira's eyes...and shoves his hands down into his pockets, looking away.]
[So, there's a certain stupid protag who ate his fortune cookie immediately and... now he's suffering the consequences.
So maybe you're in your room this morning or just wandering down the hall, but there's a casual thump as Minato hits the wall, vertigo leaving him unsteady on his feet.
[IN HIS ROOM, DEFINITELY. . . but as soundproof as it may be, Akira can still hear it when people or items thump up against his walls. so as soon as poor Minato loses his balance and hits the wall, Akira's room door flies open]
[after sharing the information gathered from their Metaverse run with the public. . . Akira takes Minato's hand in his own and starts to make his way back to Room 132. Makoto, Hunter, Shirou, and Iwai should be showing up soon, but until then. . .?]
[they both have a lot to think about]
[Akira is contemplatively quiet as they walk, the silence between them only broken by the sound of his shoes against the floor]
[Akira vanishes after the investigation, holed up in his own room, sprawled out on his bed with his arm draped over his eyes. even someone as tough and sturdy as Akira Kurusu, leader of the Phantom Thieves, didn't handle three serious gut punches in one day very well]
[but. . . hey. he may be isolating himself, but he probably wouldn't say no to visitors]
[Akira knows what's waiting for Minato when he returns to his room this evening. he knows, and a small part of his stomach flips in guilt at the knowledge]
[(his choice, his fault, Minato has to carry this burden because of him now, and he should do well to remember that)]
[and that is why he is there bright and early Sunday morning, pacing outside Minato's door, hands linked behind his back. eventually, when he thinks it's been long enough. . . he knocks]
[What Akira finds is... probably no surprise to him. Minato, when he opens the door, is pale but otherwise seems relatively in one piece--but behind him, his best is covered in blood-stained sheets that Minato has yet to have the chance to figure out what to do with. He's got a shirt on, though, so that new scar is nicely hidden.
When he sees Akira... Minato's face goes through a tumultuous set of emotions--frustration, anger, worry, and deep, deep relief...and then quietly, he turns to head back into his room. And, simply:]
[So Minato's... in a pretty sour mood. They're really honestly lucky they didn't lose more people with the vents, which he knows full well... and he knew going into the vents was dangerous as it is.
But.
Even if it wasn't really his idea, being stuck on the outside looking in while everyone piled in to rescue the people inside was... hard. Minato's not used to being that person; he's used to being the person who's always first in line to protect the people around him, no matter the danger.
But this time?
He couldn't do that.
And so, as ever, when he has a lot on his mind... he finds himself standing in front of Akira's door.
He hesitates for a moment--he doesn't want to bother Akira with this while Akira already has to take care of Makoto, and had a pretty miserable time recently on top of that, but...
... Well, maybe just visiting for awhile is okay...?
[Akira had been scared this week, beyond spending some time in the kitchen making curry (for Makoto, for anyone else who happened to pass by). he's aware of everyone's plans to venture into the vents, but he isn't there when the operation actually occurs, instead holing himself up in his room for a. . . much needed nap, some much needed rest]
[it's why he looks groggy as shit when he opens the door to answer Minato's call, hand pressed over his mouth to cover a yawn, hair disheveled and features rumpled. and in his grogginess, he may have forgotten that the vent adventures were slated to take place today]
. . . Minato?
[but sleepy as he might be? he'll never say no to a visit from Minato]
[by now, Minato has probably heard the news. by now. . . Akira has made his rounds, and caught up on the things he thought he missed. by now, he's concluded all of his business, which means--]
[sometime Sunday afternoon, he is going to bang uselessly against Minato's door as he slumps against it, entire body boneless with exhaustion and grief]
[Of course, Minato opens the door. There's no way he wouldn't--though he'd only just returned to his room himself to try to process everything that had happened.
(Cynthia, Atsushi...)
He opens the door, takes one look at Akira... and gently reaches for his wrist to tug him into a hug.]
It's probably a great way to wake up, to have a Minato who was so contentedly sprawled and tangled amongst your limbs suddenly bolting straight upright, probably only narrowly missing nailing Akira in the face with an elbow.
Minato's... pale, eyes wide, dragging in shaky breath after shaky breath. He doesn't seem to be able to get enough air; it doesn't take long for the ragged breathing to turn into proper hyperventilating, even as Minato drags his knees up to his chest, retreating to the very corner of the bed as he wraps his arms around them, trying to make himself as small as possible.
[after a night like last night, this is one unfortunate way to wake up]
[thereโs no missing the way Minato jerks out of Akiraโs warm embrace and bolts upright. no missing the ragged breaths he sucks in between his teeth as he moves to the edge of the bed. Akiraโ dresses only in sweatpants because WHO NEEDS A SHIRTโ follows suit, inhaling sharply himself as he presses a hand against his face, eyes wide. his own mind swims with visions from last night, heart thumping chaotically in his chest. but then he sees Minato, and. . .]
[he shoves them aside and scrambles to the bed corner, hand coming to rest on Minatoโs shoulder]
[You'd better bet Akira's tablet is blowing up as soon as Minato can send him messages.
Ping!]
Hey, Akira, are you there?
[Ping!]
Akira, please talk to me.
[Ping!]
I'm coming over.
[Ping!]
I'm so, so sorry.
[Minato... waits outside of Akira's door for a long moment, hand tentatively pressed to the wood...and then he presses right through it, and steps inside. Akira...?]
[well. . . what he'll notice first is that Akira isn't purposefully ignoring his messages. the tablet is turned off, thrown onto the night stand next to the knife pile. and Akira himself is sprawled on his stomach on the bed, arms wrapped tightly around his pillow with his face buried into same]
[he isn't moving. probably he doesn't even realize Minato is here yet]
[AT SOME POINT. . . both Minato and Akira need to step away from the battle, because no human can fight 24/7 without some kind of rest. Akira can be found sitting in the. . . idk, the lobby? the place they said was their base of operations??? wrapping bandages around his injured arm as he hisses in pain]
[he's been so busy fighting off the infection in the brain that he hasn't paid much attention to the living, but. . . has Minato?? because Makoto sure is wearing something ~interesting~ today]
[Minato is definitely paying attention to the living. Which is to say that he was bringing some water for the both of them when he sees Makoto-as-Akira and his...jaw drops...
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He also drops one of the cups of water.
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So he's both a little belated, and a little dazed looking when he finally does come back to Akira, offering the cup of water silently.]
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intro week, Sunday
So Minato doesn't seem very alarmed when Akira pops up; he's been chilling in the dining room with a croissant, and enjoying munching on it.
He takes a bite and...nods to the seat across from him.]
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[with a quirked brow, he slides into the chair opposite, legs crossed and arms folded. he looks ridiculous, but hey. he don't care!1]
So. . . how's the food?
[. . . he hasn't eaten since arriving]
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Well.
Eventually, Minato finds that his feet take him towards a familiar person's room, and...while he's not sure if Akira will want company or not, it seems worth a shot. They have a bit more in common than most people here, after all.
So quietly, he lifts a hand and knocks.]
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[but hey! his nose is no longer bleeding]
[he blinks a few times, a bit surprised to see a visitor at his room]
Minato?
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week 1, tuesday
[and who better to test out his abilities with than a fellow wild card!1]
[and so Akira, all bundled up in the winter outfit he was given (cat-eared cap and all) leads Minato to the wide area of the ski slopes]
This should be big enough, right?
[so no one accidentally gets caught in the crossfire]
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It's probably fine.
He glances around, all bundled up in his own coat and hat, and nods.]
Yeah, this looks fine.
[He stretches...and then huffs out a breath.]
Alright. Let's do this.
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week 1, wednesday
[RUDE]
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Minato.
Definitely takes that croissant to the back of his head without flinching.
It bounces and hits the ground.
Minato looks at Akira ever-so-mildly askance.]
... You shouldn't waste food....
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week 1, Friday
And then, quietly, he ends up slumping his way back to his room, rubbing his face with his hands for a moment as he finally lets his guard down.
Holy crap...
He really, really can't believe that after all of this... someone actually did it.
Akira's going to have to seek Minato out for this one; he knows he has to make sure Akira's okay too, but he needs a minute to pull himself together first (which is why now's the perfect time for Akira to show up).]
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[Minatoโs name hadnโt been on the announcement, so technically Akira already knew he was okay. but actually seeing him hammers it home, and Akira visibly slumps in relief before calling out]
Minato!
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week 1, saturday post-trial
[well]
[of course he's going to stop and say something]
[so he approaches, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, cap pulled down over his ears. if there's anyone who probably understands exactly how he's feeling right now? it's Minato. right?]
One hell of a day, huh?
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He breathes out a soft sigh, but comes closer to Akira nonetheless, eyes sliding shut.]
... It's a lot to process. Honestly...
[...But what more could they have done? That's what keeps crossing his mind, over and over and over again.]
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week 2, friday post-investigation
Minato!
We need to talk.
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Yoshi never got that chance, and it's all because of his eyes, isn't it...?
... It's not fair.
Still, Akira shows up all brisk business, and Minato straightens.]
I'm listening.
[He can be business too, even if not so distantly far and away, he just feels numb.]
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week 2, saturday post-trial
[it'd be a shame if someone stopped him before he got there]
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And... in all honesty, Minato's not sure he wants to. He's filled to the brim with emotions (a weird experience for him in general), and part of him just wants to retreat to work them out.
The other part of him... the part that's hurt and tired and sad and maybe more than anything lonely... doesn't want that at all.
He...meets Akira's eyes...and shoves his hands down into his pockets, looking away.]
Akira...
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week 3, thursday
So maybe you're in your room this morning or just wandering down the hall, but there's a casual thump as Minato hits the wall, vertigo leaving him unsteady on his feet.
WHOOPS.]
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. . . ah.
Minato?
[are u okay senpai]
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week 3, thursday evening
[they both have a lot to think about]
[Akira is contemplatively quiet as they walk, the silence between them only broken by the sound of his shoes against the floor]
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And what he realized is that Phantom Thieves are badasses.
But he'll wait until they get to Akira's room before he turns to him, and:]
Are you okay? I want to see any injuries, too.
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week 3, friday
[but. . . hey. he may be isolating himself, but he probably wouldn't say no to visitors]
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Knock knock, Akira!]
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week 3, sunday morning pre-execution
[(his choice, his fault, Minato has to carry this burden because of him now, and he should do well to remember that)]
[and that is why he is there bright and early Sunday morning, pacing outside Minato's door, hands linked behind his back. eventually, when he thinks it's been long enough. . . he knocks]
Minato. . .?
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When he sees Akira... Minato's face goes through a tumultuous set of emotions--frustration, anger, worry, and deep, deep relief...and then quietly, he turns to head back into his room. And, simply:]
Come inside.
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week 4, thursday night
But.
Even if it wasn't really his idea, being stuck on the outside looking in while everyone piled in to rescue the people inside was... hard. Minato's not used to being that person; he's used to being the person who's always first in line to protect the people around him, no matter the danger.
But this time?
He couldn't do that.
And so, as ever, when he has a lot on his mind... he finds himself standing in front of Akira's door.
He hesitates for a moment--he doesn't want to bother Akira with this while Akira already has to take care of Makoto, and had a pretty miserable time recently on top of that, but...
... Well, maybe just visiting for awhile is okay...?
He lifts a hand, and knocks.]
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[it's why he looks groggy as shit when he opens the door to answer Minato's call, hand pressed over his mouth to cover a yawn, hair disheveled and features rumpled. and in his grogginess, he may have forgotten that the vent adventures were slated to take place today]
. . . Minato?
[but sleepy as he might be? he'll never say no to a visit from Minato]
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week 4, sunday
[sometime Sunday afternoon, he is going to bang uselessly against Minato's door as he slumps against it, entire body boneless with exhaustion and grief]
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He opens the door, takes one look at Akira... and gently reaches for his wrist to tug him into a hug.]
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week 5, monday
It's probably a great way to wake up, to have a Minato who was so contentedly sprawled and tangled amongst your limbs suddenly bolting straight upright, probably only narrowly missing nailing Akira in the face with an elbow.
Minato's... pale, eyes wide, dragging in shaky breath after shaky breath. He doesn't seem to be able to get enough air; it doesn't take long for the ragged breathing to turn into proper hyperventilating, even as Minato drags his knees up to his chest, retreating to the very corner of the bed as he wraps his arms around them, trying to make himself as small as possible.
Oops.
Good morning!]
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[thereโs no missing the way Minato jerks out of Akiraโs warm embrace and bolts upright. no missing the ragged breaths he sucks in between his teeth as he moves to the edge of the bed. Akiraโ dresses only in sweatpants because WHO NEEDS A SHIRTโ follows suit, inhaling sharply himself as he presses a hand against his face, eyes wide. his own mind swims with visions from last night, heart thumping chaotically in his chest. but then he sees Minato, and. . .]
[he shoves them aside and scrambles to the bed corner, hand coming to rest on Minatoโs shoulder]
Minato? Minatoโ
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week 5, friday
Ping!]
Hey, Akira, are you there?
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Akira, please talk to me.
[Ping!]
I'm coming over.
[Ping!]
I'm so, so sorry.
[Minato... waits outside of Akira's door for a long moment, hand tentatively pressed to the wood...and then he presses right through it, and steps inside. Akira...?]
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[he isn't moving. probably he doesn't even realize Minato is here yet]
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week 6, wednesday
[he's been so busy fighting off the infection in the brain that he hasn't paid much attention to the living, but. . . has Minato?? because Makoto sure is wearing something ~interesting~ today]
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He also drops one of the cups of water.
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So he's both a little belated, and a little dazed looking when he finally does come back to Akira, offering the cup of water silently.]
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