Futaba
They're on the train, and it's up to Akira to keep an eye open; Futaba is a bit too asleep on his shoulder to really do that herself. He understands. He gets it. It's been a good day, but a long one, and the whole 'out around town for hours, plural' concept is still new to her.
Really, the only issue is that Futaba sleeps like her relatives are going to be advised to take her off life support even when all she's doing is cat-napping. Akira has two more stops to figure out how he's getting her off this train and onto the next one.
There's a grandmother on the train with two kids, and as she watches Akira try to finagle Futaba onto his back, she seems endeared.
"Would you like a hand, dear?"
Akira's head jerks up, startled. He gives her a wide-eyed look for a second, before offering a crooked, almost bashful smile and shaking his head. Futaba doesn't like strangers and she doesn't really like being touched a lot of the time, and she definitely doesn't like being touched by strangers.
The old woman smiles and nods and doesn't offer again, even if she still seems amused by his plight.
Finally, he figures out his method.
He moves their shopping bags to the floor, sits her up in her seat, and crouches down in front of her, facing away. He reaches back to catch her arms and gives her a tug, and she slumps forward to land against his back, and he lets her arms go.
She mumbles in her sleep, curls her arms around his shoulders, and nuzzles her cheek against his coat. He sighs in relief that she hasn't just fallen over sideways.
Slowly, carefully, he hooks an arm through the handles of their shopping backs and hoists them as he reaches back, hands beneath her knees. Finally, he stands.
Success!
The grandmother gently applauds, and not thirty seconds later, the train pulls in at their stop. Akira jostles Futaba up higher on his back, and she grumbles, "Stobbit," against his jacket as she nuzzles more firmly against him but otherwise remains dead to the world. Akira gets moving.
They're off that train, to the next platform, onto the next train, off the next train, and moving through the back alleys of Yongen-Jaya once again by the time Futaba finally stirs. Her arms tighten unconsciously around Akira's neck for a second, until he offers dryly, "Welcome back to the land of the living," and she loosens her hold.
"Where're my games?" she mumbles in return, and he nods his chin down to where they're swinging beside her knee, bags still looped over his arm.
"We almost home?" she asks, leaning her chin on one of his shoulders. She leans her head sideways to avoid getting his hair in her eye as he nods.
"Mm'kay."
Leblanc is just ahead. Sojiro will probably start making dinner as soon as he sees them at the door. It sounds like a pretty good end to the day.