Spoilers for the True Ending.

And, um, if you didn't know there was a true ending...I-I'm sorry, I just didn't know any other way I could have labelled this.

I beat P5...hoo boy, I'm in love. I'm just bubbling with ideas, I just need to put them together...

Akira closed the roof of the van and sat back in his seat, resting his head on the cushion and closing his eyes. Morgana was quick to hop back into his lap, curling into a furry ball and muttering something along the lines of, "I fixed the car, let me have this."

Akira rewarded him with a scratch on the head and relaxed with a contented sigh. Ryuji nudged him with a grin and fished out his phone, plugging in a pair of headphones and mimicking Akira. Yusuke had already fished out a sketchbook and was vigorously jotting down a drawing of the waters and the road. Akira found himself drifting off amidst the general buzz of chatter among those who were paying attention...

"Hey...Akira-kun, are you actually asleep?"

Akira slowly opened his eyes and stretched his arms over his head, sleepily mumbling, "Am now. What's up?"

"I found a wonderful view of the sea, so we've decided to stop for a little while."

"Ah...wanna take five?"

Akira smiled and offered Makoto his lap with a flourish of his hand, but she rejected the offer with a reluctant shake of her head and accompanying blush. "Tempting, but no, thank you. Come on, you must be sore from being cooped up between Ryuji and Yusuke."

"You know me so well. Alright."

He hopped out of the van and did a few quick stretches, shaking the lead out of his legs and leaning against the door of the van. Makoto, contrary to claiming she wanted to see the sea, instead chose to do the same. Akira raised an arm to let her scoot closer, bringing it down around her shoulder and planting a light kiss on her hair. After a minute of warm silence, Akira sighed and looked up at the sky for what felt like the third time that day. "You know, when I said I wanted you to come with me, I didn't think you'd take it seriously."

"As if I would let you leave us behind so easily."

Akira smiled, moving behind Makoto and pulling her back into his chest and letting his arms wrap around her waist in a light, warm embrace. She was at a loss for words as he simply rested his cheek against her head and murmured, "Is this okay?"

Makoto looked around, raising her arms and resting them atop his. Akira moved his head as she relaxed, finding that having him close and holding her so securely actually felt rather nice. "It's perfect."

Akira closed his eyes again as Makoto sighed contentedly and relaxed against him. After letting a comfortable silence settle, he said, "Y'know, I almost forgot to give you your present."

"Present? What for?"

"I'unno. Being you?"

Makoto groaned softly, bowing her head with a blush. "You and your silly lines…"

Akira snickered and let her go, swiping the car key from her pocket and opening the van's trunk. Makoto scoffed at how skilled he had gotten at pickpocketing, following him around the vehicle as he rummaged about in his bag. "Aah, there it is! Here we go."

He triumphantly pulled a small case out of his bag, presenting it to Makoto with a small flourish. "Tada."

Makoto hesitantly opened the case and couldn't help but gasp in surprise. "This is...I've been looking for this figure for so long! How did you know…?"

Akira smiled and scratched the back of his head. "It wasn't easy. But hey, I figured you wanted one when we saw the poster in Shibuya."

She beamed and sat in the trunk to take a closer look at the motorcycle; Akira assumed by the way she touching certain parts of the figure that she was already dreaming about which parts she wanted to customize. He sat next to her and scratched his head again. "So, um...do you like it?"

Makoto carefully placed the case down and insistently pushed Akira against the wall of the van. As soon as he brought his legs into the trunk, Makoto straddled his lap and draped her arms around his shoulders with a fond smile. "I do. Thank you, Akira."

"Well then. That's good, otherwise this whole thing would be awkward-"

Makoto silenced him with a kiss, smiling against his lips when she felt his arms wrap around her back. The two were lost enough in their own, happy little bubble until the sound of a whistle pierced it.

Akira placed his hand on Makoto's upper back as she settled into his embrace, gazing lazily at Ryuji grinning and what looked like Yusuke with his sketchpad. Haru and Futaba were still looking out over the sea, with Morgana sitting next to Ann not too far away. "Come on, we were having a moment."

"My bad! We were thinking of grabbing the cooler, but then we saw the trunk was open and, uh...yeah."

"What do you mean? I thought you said you wanted to-

Ryuji quickly elbowed the artist before he could divulge more of their plan, quickly noticing Akira's dull stare and slowly circling around the van. "I'm just gonna...grab the cooler. S-see ya."

He disappeared before Makoto could get ahold of him, leaving her to sigh wistfully and shoo Yusuke off. He wisely took the hint and followed Ryuji when they heard a crash and a groan of anguish. "There goes that."

Akira chuckled and patted her back, swinging his legs out of the trunk and setting foot back to earth. Makoto followed suit, but remained while Akira stood and stretched for the third time that day. "Would you mind if I kept the box in your bag? I wouldn't want to damage it now that I know what it is."

"Feel free. Should we head out?"

"If you wish."

Akira offered Makoto his hand and walked her to the sea overlook, smiling as the wind swept past them. He exchanged a look with his friends and gazed skyward, saying, "So! I would say I want to go home right away, but we all know that's not true."

He turned to his team with a grin and asked, "What's our first stop?"

As I add more to this collection, I'll arrange the chapters such that they are chronological to the game's events, or at least according to how it played out for me. I'll make sure there are spoiler warnings when necessary, too.

It'll be fun. See you next chapter.