"His face. His hair. His body. It all calls for me and I hate it. In fact, you could very well say it makes me sick to my stomach."

"But..Why does my body want to warm embrace of Akira against me? Why do I want to see his smile when I'm experiencing my happiest moments and when I'm going through one of my worst moments?"

All these confusing and annoying thoughts rushed through Makoto's jumbled up head as she followed her source of distortions, Akira Kirusu. She started following the handsomely dashing man recently as a response to her hypothesis that Akira and the group of friends he had been able to acquire, in the last 2 and a half months he had been ripped forcibly from his home town, for assaulting a man recklessly and without reasoning, and thrown in the hellish and disorienting mess that is Tokyo at first glance, were all Phantom Thieves. While she was mainly following him around for the ridiculously obvious fact they were Phantom Thieves..She had also started to acquire a second reasoning as to why.

She needed to see him. It's as simple as that. She longed to see the boy, nothing else. Currently she was trailing the forbidden boy to his usual meeting spot with the other members of his little entourage, which now was the Shibuya walkway since she had bared anyone from entering the school rooftop. During her many stakeouts of the little group, she noticed something a little odd. The pupil of the artist Madarame, Yusuke Kitagawa, had also started to hang around the group too and even started to go out with Akira, although rather sparely. While being lost in her train of thought, she realized that Akira had made it to the walkway, and stopped.

She forcefully jerked her magazine in front of her face to hide her identify, although..Akira saw right through it everytime and came up to her to ask what she was doing. Each time these encounters transpired, she came up with some sort of lousy excuse, such as looking at books or enjoying the smell of the Big Bang Burger each time they were Central Street. Even though the horrible processed smell disgusted her in every possible way. Even though Makoto never really went out and did things. Unless they were related to school work, (but even then that was sparely) she had encounters with the smell every time her sister had came home extremely late from staying at work, and was presented with no other choice but to eat that crap, and Makoto was up studying extra. This started to occur more and more as the Mental Shutdown cases stared to become extremely frequent and the Phantom Thieves started to become active.

With her magazine covering most of her face, she eyed the group with extreme caution as she didn't want Akira to notice and the entire group to come over, thus destroying the operation she's been wasting her time on for the last couple of weeks. Like usual, the group conversed, then started to walk off. When this first started to happen, Makoto went after them, but they disappeared within seconds. She accepted these odd occurrences and just waited until they came back in the Walkway. While today wasn't any different, there was something different about Makoto though..She was dead tired. From the extra long and mentally draining studying she did last night, and pressure of trying to be a good student council president, her brain was being assaulted and mashed on by a sledgehammer of drowsiness. Why didn't she just go home today? Simple, she wasn't trying to give up or be useless in her investigation since the Principal had been questioning her on her progress everyday. She wasn't trying to miss some type of important visual evidence that might lead to Akira and his group facing justice.

Although in hindsight, she really...really should've went home, but that thought crossed her head at the worst time, as her eyes closed slowly, with Makoto herself putting barely any fighting vigor against it. Then...The endless boundlessly enjoyableness of sleep wrapped her up in a cocoon and laid her to rest.

While in her trance of sleeping, her mind relaxed as if on the soothing beaches of Hawaii, but something was tugging at her. Something with an surprising amount of strength. A voice kept calling out for her, a somewhat familiar voice. Then it snapped. Her eyes blasted open, and she ejected her body forwards, smashing her forehead into Akira's face.

"Ah!! Son of a bitc-" The boy exclaimed in anger.

"Oh! Akira I'm sorry! Are you alright?" Makoto's voice was wracked with pain and guilt as the boy she...possibly had feelings for was in pain, caused by her.

"A-Ah..I'm fine..probably..all I was trying to do was see why you were on the floor, Makoto..didn't have to head-butt me.." A little smile appeared on Akira face as he chuckled. He pulled his glasses off to see if they were damaged, which they were. "Aw..Jeez..My glasses are cracked.." The slender but muscular boy stood up off the floor, only to nearly fall back to the ground. Makoto swiftly caught him and supported him.

"Are you alright there Akira? Need me to walk you back to your house?" As soon as the words exited her lips, she felt a tinge of embarrassment. A girl..who didn't know how things worked and felt love for a boy, going over to his house without any possible supervision? It seemed like it spelled bad news..but...she genuinely wanted to make sure that Akira was going to be alright, so with a single gulp, she swallowed her pride and only thought about the immediate health of her younger classmate seeing as she had to make sure that all students were fine. Seeing as that is the responsibility of the Student Council President.

"Yea-Yeah..I probably don't need you to take me back home..Imagine what people would think aye? A woman and a man going into a place together? Alone?" Akira chuckled a bit as he and Makoto both blushed. "I don't need you getting mixed into rumors with me. Especially with my record. And..I don't need Ryuji teasing me..' A sly smile started to form on his face. He disjointed himself from Makoto's support and started to walk again, although wobbly, he made his way down the stairs towards Leblanc. Makoto, at first trusted him with getting home by himself, but her detective brain started to come back into play. Her sole reasoning for even coming here, to get evidence. With that in mind, she started to trail the glasses-less boy.

Akira walked through the streets of Tokyo as the blinding lights messed with his already slightly blurred eyesight. Morgana poked out of his moving cloth home, "Akira..Do you think Makoto actually went home?"

...I don't know, and at this point, I just want to sleep..the calling card should be completed tomorrow...then we HAVE to strike. I can't afford to be mixed up with Makoto..as much as I want to though..I can't."

"Ugh..that was some corny crap Akira..although..Lady Ann might like that..." Morgana's cat paw touched his chin, he soon started to become engulfed in deep thought. Akira chuckled a bit, and they walked onto the train towards Yongen-Jaya.

Although..A little surprise boarded the train too.

It started to pour the moment Akira stepped into Yongen-Jaya. The fact that he didn't bring his unbrella today kept slapping him in face since he was rushing in the morning.

Considering he was completely drained, gained a nosebleed and a headache from Makoto's headbutt, he wanted to run, but couldn't. Therefore..he just walked through the rain.

Slower than a snail climbing up hill, Akira paced and, at times, walked hunched over until he made it to Cafe Leblanc. His curly hair stuck to his face as he started to pant up a storm. He was probably starting to gain some sort of sickness from the overexposure of the Metaverse and the rain. Not wanting Sojiro to see him like this, Akira circled around to the back entrance. Once getting to the door and unlocking it...his weight on his legs started to lessen however, and he fell back.

"H-HEY!! AKIRA!!", Akira's furry companion screamed from his backpack as the young boy smashed his head into the concrete. Blood started to dribble from the point of impact.

Mona jumped out of Akira's backpack just before he got crushed, and pounced onto his owners chest. "H-Hey!! You can't just die here! We still have things to do! If you die here it just proves to me what I thought, you're just a weak boy who had some incredible luck!!"

Akira's eyes stared up pointlessly at the sky. The dark clouds and rain drops dropping in his eyes were the only things in their line of sight. "I'm sorry Mona..but..I'm just...so...Tired..."

"TIRED?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN TIRED, YOU LAZY SACK OF HUMAN FLESH! WE'VE BEEN THROUGH WORSE, COME ON MAN!!" Akira chuckled at Mona, his cute little voice didn't really fit screaming. It fits more with..a hopeful and..healing tone.

His eyes closed slowly, him starting to enter a sleep. He knew he wasn't going to die, seeing that Sojiro most likely had trash to throw out or would just plainly wait on him. Although..the old man wouldn't out right state he was worried for Akira.

Footsteps started to echo through the streets, and single person stood atop Akira. The flow of the rain hitting his eyes stopped, and they opened again.

Makoto.