Author's Note: HAPPY 100K VIEWS TO "Shots Through The Heart"! XD

Persona 5: Nights to NOT remember

Shot 1: Twirling Futaba

Akira arrives at Club Velvet in his dance outfit after receiving an SOS from his baby sister. Immediately after he arrives, Ann follows suit in her dance attire.

"Hey there, you," he calls out.

"Hey. Did you get an SOS from Futaba too?"

"She said she's "In peril at the club", so I rushed over." The two look over at each corner of the room, since they knew she'd be curled up in a ball rocking back and forth with her face in her knees in one of them. Sure enough, they found her in one. They walk over to her and squat down.

"Hey, Tech-Fu!" Akira says. "It's your big sis and bro!" Futaba looks up, looking like a deer in headlights.

"O-Oh! … Y… Y-Y-Y… Y-Yo!" Ann massages the top of her head.

"You're shaking way more than a leaf. What's wrong?" she asks. Tears start welling up in the hacker's eyes as she whimper like a puppy.

"Please~! Help me~!" she sobs. "My heart's pounding so hard, I think it's gonna explode~! Those cute, but scary toy soldiers are expecting me to dance in front of a huge crowd~! It was already a brutal game before, but now it's just impossible~!" Akira and Ann smile and open their arms to her.

"Alright, you," Ann says. "C'mere." Futaba doesn't hesitate to bear hug them both and cry on their shoulders, to which they hug her back and stroke her head.

"I really should snap at those two for making her do this," Akira grunts. "They should know damn well how she is with people!"

"I know! It's criminal!" Ann agrees. "And they call you "Inmate"!" Futaba focuses on hugging her brother.

"I mean, outside of music games, I've never danced to anything before in my life," she sniffs. "My motor nerves aren't right for it either." She looks up at Akira.

"Does that make me some useless side character?!" She then latches onto only Ann.

"It's totally my fault if you guys have to dance your legs off to cover for me…! I don't want that… but I'm so scared, I can't stop shaking…"

"That's normal," Ann assures her. "I promise. You're not the only one who's thinking like that right now." Futaba gives her the narrow eyed look.

"Lies! Everyone's really good! If it were a video stream, it would totally get an insane amount of views! It's worthy enough to be on My List!" Futaba points at Akira.

"Of course Akira's good at everything! He has the hottest happy feet, burning up the dance floor like it's no big deal! Anyone who watches him feels like they got hit by a smooth criminal!" Futaba grabs the shoulder of Ann's red crop top sweater.

"And you're the sexiest poster girl! With your "Fire" crop top and your fishnet stockings and your pink highlights and your hat! If I were boy, I'd have the biggest hard-on right now!" Ann blushes as she covers herself.

"F-Futaba!"

"Akira thinks so too! Tell her, Akira!" The girls turn to Akira to find him entranced by Ann's alluring plaid skirt and fishnet stockings, a bit of drool leaking out of his U-shaped mouth. And he responds with a simple "Huh?".

"Exactly!" Futaba exclaims. Ann snaps her fingers in front of his face.

"Excuse me!" Akira snaps out of his reverie and brings his attention back to his sis.

"A-Anyway… just do what you always do," he advises. "Just stick with me!" Futaba stops hugging on and twiddles her thumbs.

"I-I mean, sure. If I could do that, I should be able to manage," she mumbles. "But I can't stick to you forever. As soon as a solo comes up, I'm dead in the water." She hangs her head and lets out a deep sigh.

"It's not that I don't wanna dance. I-I'm just really anxious…" Ann wraps an arm around her shoulders.

"And we get that. You know we get that. We know you better than anyone else in the whole world, from what games and anime you like to what your favorite flavor ramen is. Right, Akira?" Akira pats her head.

"Of course. We are family, aren't we?" Futaba smiles and hugs them both.

"... I love you guys so much." The couple peck their little sister on her forehead and relish in this tender moment…

Until Futaba suddenly jumps up and starts twirling around like a ballerina, hitting them with another Futaba Whiplash.

"Uh… I think she's broken again," Ann says. Futaba grins, puts her hands on her hips, and puffs her chest out.

"Sorry time, done!" she declares. "Hey! Listen! I'm gonna do this! Calling it now! No take backs!" Akira put on a wry smile and laughs awkwardly.

"I-I… guess she's better now?"

"One second you're bawling your eyes out and the next you're fired up!" Ann groans. "Make up your mind!" Futaba points at them both.

"That being said, I want you two to teach me how to dance!" she says. "Oh! And if you could teach me some kind of secret command that'll boost my stats, that'd be awesome~!"

"Nothing like that exists in real life dancing," Akira says as the couple stands up. "But, if I had to pick one thing that you absolutely have to get down to have an easier time… it'd be your rhythm." Futaba frown as she straightens out her glasses.

"Rhythm games, huh? Even though my mind can keep up, but my body doesn't react fast enough to the patterns," she explains. "With stuff like taiko drums, my arms start shaking halfway through…" Ann crosses her arms and tilts her head in thought.

"But… this isn't real life dancing," she points out. "So wouldn't just thinking about it be enough here?" The bespectacled siblings' eyes pop at her notion.

"... Actually, good point!" Akira says.

"Yeah… All I have to do is focus on imagining it and I can do it in here," Futaba summarizes. "The power of dreams is so cool! I can totally handle this now!" Futaba winks at her big bro and sis.

"Still, since there are some things I don't get about dancing, I want you to make me your apprentice," she requests. "I'll be counting on you, Sensei… no… Master Joker and Panther!" With a playful wink and a nod, the couple vow to teach her baby sister how to shake her groove thang.

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