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When Chouno-sensei drew her aside after school, and said, "The Principal would like a word with you," the only response Makoto could think of was, "But he's dead."

To which the English teacher, with a condescending little frown on her face, replied, "Yes dear, I'm aware. The new Principal."

It made sense, up to a point. Shujin needed a Principal to function. Yet Kobayakawa had been dead, for what? A handful of days? Makoto had figured on there being a vetting process, or a prolonged period of interviews and meetings.

Makoto stands outside the Principal's office, dry-mouthed and plank-still. The placard that once bore Kobayakawa's name is gone, replaced by a faint rectangle stain in the wood.

One part of her mind, the ridiculous part, half-expects Kobayakawa to be behind that door, fingers folded beneath his non-existent chin, waiting for a report on Makoto's investigation into the Phantom Thieves, Sae's warnings be damned.

She lifts a hand and knocks.

"Come in," replies a voice. Female. Elderly. Pleasant.

Makoto takes a deep breath, opens the door, and steps inside.

The woman is small. She is older, in her late fifties perhaps. Her gray hair is pulled up in a conservative bun. Her suit jacket is charcoal, and well pressed. Makoto cannot see what shoes the woman wears, as she sits at Kobayakawa's old desk, but she imagines them well-shined and dark. A charming pair of black glasses hangs on her face, a thin chain leading from the frames, down around her neck.

Her eyes widen when Makoto stops before the desk. "Ah, Niijima-san!" She cries, and stands.

"Hello, ma'am," Makoto replies, and bows. "It is nice to meet you."

"Oh, and it's lovely to meet you as well. My name is Shiori Toko, and as I'm sure you've surmised, I'll be taking over as Principal for Shujin Academy."

"I'm glad to hear that," Makoto replies. She straightens, and keeps her hands clasped before her.

"My time here won't officially begin until next week, but I wanted to set up shop early. Get to meet the staff." She inclines her head towards Makoto. "The student representation."

"Of course." Makoto clears her throat. "To be honest, ma'am, I'm a bit surprised you filled this position so fast. That anyone filled it so fast, actually."

Toko-sensei chuckles. "You and me both, Niijima-san!" She covers her mouth in a fit of giggles, and it's so charming and cute, Makoto can't help but smile back. "Believe me, I've never been so shocked. But, education is a primary focus of our present administration. Shujin Academy is considered a vital institution, as such, it couldn't go without a leader for long. Though, I understand you managed to hold down the fort before I arrived." She winks.

Makoto shakes her head. "I only fulfilled my duties the same as ever."

"Don't underestimate yourself, Niijima-san." Toko's voice is almost stern. "Your perseverance in the face of Kobayakawa-sensei's passing was a shining example to the rest of the student body. That, even in the face of tragedy, we must press on."

Kobayakawa was a piece of shit. The thought speeds it way through her mind so quickly that Makoto can only blink in surprise.

Toko holds up a solitary finger. "I have something for you, actually. That's why I wanted to see you." She pulls open a drawer in Kobayakawa's desk - and Makoto has to remind herself that this is now Toko's desk - and withdraws an envelope.

With a flourish, she holds it out to Makoto.

"What's this?" She asks.

The Principal smiles. "Your letter of recommendation."

Makoto tries to close her jaw. It doesn't work.

"I've reviewed your transcripts, and spoken with your teachers. All of them spoke highly of you, even those who have a hard time speaking highly of anything. Your actions and diligence have brought honor to Shujin Academy. You have the full backing of this institution. This letter is only one copy. Whatever school you think to apply to, let me know, and I will see that it is personally sent."

Makoto reaches out and takes it. "I... thank you, ma'am." Is this real? Is this really it? She knows it's rude, but she can't help herself. She slides the envelope open and pulls out the letter. Her eyes run over the words. Yes. It is the real thing. "Thank you so much."

Toko-sensei shakes her head. "You've earned it, Niijima-san. I hope you realize that." She retakes her seat.

Her smile falters. "Niijima-san," she begins, then sighs, removes her glasses. Rubs her eyes. It reminds Makoto of Akira. When Toko-sensei looks back at her, her face isn't stern, but something more rigid. Wary, even. "May I call you, Makoto?"

She blinks. "Um, sure. I suppose." It isn't exactly proper, but she's not ready to tell the person who just handed her the key to her future anything but yes.

"Makoto, I've something of a confession to make."

Makoto isn't sure what to do, so she just tries to keep her throat from drying.

It doesn't work.

"I know about your arrangement with Kobayakawa-sensei. Pertaining to the Phantom Thieves."

The earth falls away from Makoto's feet. Not this. Not again.

Her mouth hinges open. "I-"

But Toko-sensei holds up her hand. "Please, Makoto. Allow me to finish. I am aware of your arrangement with Kobayakawa-sensei, and I am aware that your sister put a quick end to it." She stands up once more, and bows. "On behalf of Shujin Academy, I would like to formally apologize to you."

Makoto briefly wonders if her eyes are about to fall out of her head.

Toko-sensei straightens. "It was inappropriate and outrageous for Kobayakawa-sensei to put you in that position. That he stooped as low as to blackmail you, is the height of absurdity."

"Y-you don't have to-" Makoto begins.

"I represent this school," Toko says, an edge of pride in her voice. "As he did. He should have held himself to a higher standard. He should never have covered up Kamoshida's monstrous actions, and he should never have forced you to pursue a dangerous group in retaliation."

Makoto starts at the term, 'dangerous group,' but Toko continues to speak.

"Though I may not speak this to others, it seems clear to me that Principal Kobayakawa was only interested in protecting his own position and his own ..." she clears her throat, "Let's just say, 'behind.'" She inclines her head. "So, I'm sorry, Makoto. You should never have been put in that position."

"I, um, thank you, ma'am."

Toko gestures towards the chair across from her. "Please, sit down. We've more to discuss."

Makoto sits down, her mind reeling from what it's been told. "I honestly didn't think anyone knew," she says. "Sae, that is, my sister, spoke to him right after he gave me the assignment."

Toko pokes her index finger into the hardwood desk as she speaks. "Seems to me your sister has a good head on her shoulders."

Makoto opens her mouth to reply, but for whatever reason, no words come out.

Toko leans over the desk, towards her. Her voice drops to a lower tone. "Makoto, maybe you're wondering why I'm saying all this. I assure you, there is a reason." She sighs once more. "You do not have to respond to what I'm about to say. Do you understand?"

Makoto feels her face scrunch up in confusion. "Ma'am?"

"I'm saying," Toko says. "That I am going to say something, and you should think hard about what you're going to say in response. If you choose to say nothing, I will accept that as an appropriate reply. Do you understand?"

Makoto did not. "Um, yes."

"Alright then." Toko leans back in her chair. The wariness still lingers around her eyes. "If you have, in any context, looked into the potential identities of the Phantom Thieves, you need to stop. Now."

Makoto feels her blood run cold. A million responses light up in her brain. Tell her the truth! Tell her nothing! Tell her something!

But Makoto remembers Toko-sensei's words, and she keeps her mouth shut.

What the hell is going on?

Toko nods, apparently satisfied. "Very good. I won't have you putting yourself in danger."

Again, that word. Again, alluding to the Phantom Thieves. "Ma'am?" Makoto asks. "Just, what do you mean?"

Toko folds her hands together. "I'm going to tell you this, in confidence. You are to share it with no one, including your sister. I am aware of her position in the SID. It cannot get back to her that I told you this. What I am about to say pertains to your own safety."

Makoto nods. "A-alright."

Toko-sensei wets her lips before continuing. "This information was only given to me because of my new position. The police believed that I, myself, might become a target."

"A target?" Makoto asks. "A target of who?"

"The Phantom Thieves," Toko-sensei says.

And then she tells her about the note.

#

Makoto shuts the door behind her.

Principal Toko sits in silence for a time. Then, she leans back in her chair, and pulls her phone from her coat's pocket.

She dials a number, holds it to her ear.

Ring Ring.

Ring Ring.

Ring Ring.

A young voice answers. "Yes?"

"It's done," Toko says.

"Await further instructions," replies the voice.

She hangs up.

#

Ryuji and Ann step out of the shop. Ann turns to the employee who walked them out, and bows. "Thank you for having us," she states. Ryuji nods his head and mumbles something approximate.

The employee inclines his head, doesn't reply, and steps back inside.

"What'd you think?" Ann asks.

Ryuji scoffs. "I think they didn't have any of the snacks I like."

Ann groans. "Oh my god, you know what I mean. What'd you think of Nozomi Odo?"

Ryuji turns and starts to head down the street. Ann walks alongside him. "Honestly?" He asks. She nods. "Guy seems like a creep to me, but it's hard to say if he's really blackmailin' his people." He sighs and shoves his hands in his pockets. "But I guess we couldn't expect him to come right out and tell a couple of strangers that he's screwing his employees over like that."

Ann smiles. "Yeah, I guess so. But they sure seemed freaked out. Did you catch the part about how we, if he hires us, have to give him access to our phones? Kind of intense for a convenience store."

Ryuji blows out a raspberry. "Yeah, for that kind of pay, I wouldn't let him check my watch, never mind my freakin' phone."

"You don't wear a watch."

"That's not the point!"

Ann shrugs. "Still, he seemed real shady to me. Like, what could he need the phones for, except to get dirt on his employees?"

They cross the street, and Ryuji waits until they're back on the sidewalk to continue. "It'd explain why everyone who worked there looked ready to panic. Not that we have to worry. He's never gonna hire us." Ryuji jabs his thumb towards his hair. "Not with me like this. I think he only talked to me for a few minutes so I wouldn't go crazy and wreck his store."

Ann rolls her eyes. "Oh yeah, you really scream 'danger.' But I don't know, he might've hired me."

Ryuji smirks. "Right, because you really scream, 'work ethic.'"

She swats his shoulder. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Ryuji laughs. "What'd you think?"

They continue to bicker, but Ryuji's mind drifts off. The idea had been Akira's. Ryuji and Ann, giving fake names, would inquire about part-time jobs at the convenience store run by Nozomi Odo. According to the anonymous Mementos request, the manager was notorious for blackmailing his employees into insane shifts, bare-minimum wages, and awful conditions. If anyone tried to leave, he simply exposed their secrets.

Akira figured it would be a big enough request to divert attention away from Daisuke's. Granted, it wasn't their only diversion, and the other was even more high profile, but Yusuke needed to handle that one for now.

Something else had been on his mind for a while, and now that he had Ann to himself, he knew it was the proper time to initiate his own plan.

He clears his throat a few times. Let's do this. "So, uh, listen. There's something I gotta ask you."

Ann's brows rise. "Yeah?"

Ryuji stops walking, and waves for her to stop as well. "Things are probably gonna get busy again pretty soon. I mean, we've only just started working on these requests, and who knows how many more we'll do before our next big target? So, you know, we've got to make the most of our downtime while we've got it."

Ann blinks. A tint of red enters her cheeks. "Um, okay."

Ryuji rubs the back of his head. "Cause, like, we may not have a lot of chances to do things in the future, because of all the Thief stuff."

Ann nods, vigorously. "Uh-huh. Yes."

"So, I wanted to ask you, since we've got more free time than usual-"

"Yes?" Ann asks, eyes wide.

"If you wanted to-"

"Yes?" Ann takes a step closer to him.

"Come with me when I take Yusuke for his checkup this weekend."

Ann stares at him. "What."

Ryuji smiles. "Yeah, for support and shit. He hasn't been to the doctor's since he fainted so he's probably pretty nervous about it, and-"

"You bastard!" Ann screams, and grabs the collar of his shirt.

"Ah! What the hell, Ann?"

She begins to shake him back and forth. "You want me to take Yusuke to the freaking doctor's with you? And you asked like that? I could strangle you, you... you... BASTARD!"

Ryuji tries to break her hold, but her grip is iron. "I just think that-"

"That's your problem, Ryuji! You don't think at all!"

It is some time before Ann stops her assault.

#

Akira hauls another down from the shelf. "What about this one?"

Morgana shakes his head. "It's not luxurious enough."

Akira sighs, and sets the carrier on the floor. "It doesn't need to be luxurious. It needs to fit you."

Yusuke bends down and examines the small cage. "I must agree with Morgana. This thing is hideous."

"Alright," Akira replies. He heaves it off the ground, and shoves it back onto the shelf. "Why don't you pick one, then?"

"Don't get moody," Morgana hisses. "Someone of my caliber wouldn't be caught dead in a gaudy piece of junk like that. If Haru sees me in something that's not as magnificent as I am, she'll see right through our charade."

Yusuke crosses his arms. "I concur."

Morgana's tail swishes in the air. "See? Yusuke gets me."

Akira sighs. "So, you think that if I don't drop you off in a fancy enough carrier, Haru will think we're spying on her?"

Morgana and Yusuke glance at one another. "Yes."

"Oh my god, fine." Akira turns back to the pet store's selection. "Let's keep looking."

Yusuke sidles up alongside him. "I am still a bit uncertain as to how this will help us. Are we quite certain Haru has information we can use?"

Akira nods. "She's friends with Makoto. And since Makoto is still investigating us, maybe she's confided in Haru. If we give her Morgana, we may be able to uncover what Makoto knows, if anything." He knows it's flimsy, but he's getting desperate. They're operating with barely any knowledge at this point. If they can figure out what Makoto knows, they can work around it. True, his initial purpose of this plan was to get a good word put in with Makoto, but he's past that now. With potentially others using the Metaverse, he needs to know how to eliminate or diminish the threat Makoto posed, now.

The cat sighs, and strides down the aisle. "What about this one?"

Akira walks over and looks at the price. "No way."

"Are you saying I'm not worth it?"

"I'm saying, no cat, no human, no human trapped in a cat's body, is worth that price."

Yusuke walks up behind the two, gasps, and steps between them. He then proceeds to embrace the overly expensive carrier. "My word! The sculpture, the accentuation of the colors, perfectly highlighting and suggesting the grate as both a means of captivity and conveyance. It is simply exquisite."

"It's a cat carrier, Yusuke."

"It is art."

Akira sighs and motions for his friend to stand up. He kneels down next to the grate. Opens it. He holds out his hand towards Yusuke, and the boy hands him his phone. Akira reaches in and starts to fiddle around. "It's big enough, I guess. If we put a mat over the plastic..."

"Remind me again why my phone needs to go undercover?" Yusuke asks.

"Because if you need to reach us, you can use your burner. The rest of us all need our phones for a variety of reasons. Plus, Ohya hacked my phone. The last thing we need is her showing up at Haru's house and asking about me."

Yusuke frowns. "I will get it back, yes?"

"Of course you will, right Morgana?"

Morgana glances up at Yusuke. "Do you doubt my skills?"

Yusuke shakes his head. "No. But you have claws. I doubt your claws. I have seen you playing games on Ryuji's phone when he's in the bathroom or otherwise not looking. That he is unable to piece together why his screen gets more and more scratched up as the days go by is beyond me."

"Yeah," Akira puts in. "You'd think he would've figured that out by now."

Morgana frowns. "You're not gonna tell him, are you?"

Akira laughs. "No way. It's too much fun watching his face." He sighs and pulls out his wallet. "I guess this is the one we can all agree on. You know, I really should start tracking my expenses."

They purchase the carrier and exit the store. Akira hands it off to Yusuke. "So, you'll come by tomorrow, right? And drop it off?"

Yusuke bows. "You can rely upon me, friend. I shall retrieve a few more of those paintings as well."

Akira blinks. "That reminds me. I never asked, how'd it go? Bringing those paintings back to Madarame's apprentices?"

When the Phantom Thieves had met Wednesday afternoon, Yusuke had taken a few paintings with him as he left, intending to return them to the correct individuals.

"Well, I believe," Yusuke says. "I retraced the steps of Madarame-sensei, and left them at the doors."

"You just... left them at the doors? How'd you know which painting belonged to which student?"

Yusuke chuckles. "My friend, sometimes you are truly naive. I inferred."

Akira holds up his hands. "You know what, forget I asked. Good for you, Yusuke."

The three of them heads towards Shibuya Station, and it isn't long before they encounter Ryuji and Ann, right on time.

"How'd it go?" Akira asks.

"Meh," Ryuji replies, and shrugs. "Not great. We couldn't tell one way or the other."

"Odo's definitely a creep though," Ann puts in. "But we didn't see any clear evidence of him blackmailing his employees."

Yusuke frowns. "How troubling. And you two were not able to secure employment?"

"Uh, no."

Akira nods. "Alright, well, we'll just have to think of something else."

"What about Morgana?" Ryuji asks.

Morgana blinks from where he sits on Akira's shoulder. "Me?"

"Yeah. You're our infiltration specialist. Can't you just sneak in and find some evidence. Like you did at that storage place?"

Morgana frowns. "I suppose. But I'm starting to feel like I'm getting all the tough assignments."

Ryuji smirks. "Hey, if you can't do it-"

"I never said that!"

Ann rolls her eyes and pulls out her phone. "Oh, crap. I've got to get going. I'll talk to you guys later."

"Later," Ryuji calls. Everyone expresses similar sentiments. He watches her go, then turns back to the group, with a wide grin. "Alright, now that it's just the dudes here, I've got a proposal."

Akira's brows lift. "A proposal? For what?"

Ryuji chuckles, and rolls his eyes skyward. "Let's just say, I've got something planned."

"What?" Morgana asks.

"You'll just have to wait and see. I figured, we needed a break from everything. Between Madarame and the whole Kobayakawa's dead thing, and all these requests, we haven't had a second for bro time."

Yusuke frowns. "Bro time?"

"Look," Ryuji says, and pats the air with his hands. "My cousin's got an apartment in Shibuya, and he's gone this weekend. He told me that I could have people over and use it. No parents. No guardians. No dorms. Just us, chilling. I mean, he made me promise not to burn the place down or anything, but c'mon, we've got nothing going on tomorrow night. It'll be fun."

"Ah," Yusuke says. "Is that what is known as a sleepover?"

Ryuji's smirk returns. "Don't know if we're gonna be doin' much sleeping, but yeah."

Akira stares at his friend. "We're not going to do anything illegal, right?"

"C'mon man, lighten up. Look, it'll go down tomorrow night. Let's blow off a little steam and have a dude's night."

Akira mulls this over. He's not sure if Ryuji is still frustrated over his keeping Daisuke's predicament under wraps, and this proposal would likely go a long way to repairing that rift. And Ryuji wasn't wrong, they had gone through a lot during the month of May, and had had little time to relax. He's right. We don't actually have anything planned for tomorrow. And isn't this what I'm supposed to do with my teenage years?

He smiles. "I'm in."

"Me too," Morgana replies.

Yusuke cups his chin in his hand. "I suppose this get together may give me the chance to experience a communal living arrangement."

Morgana leans in towards Akira's ear and whispers, "He does know he spent a week on our couch, right?"

Akira shrugs. "Who's knows what he thought that was?"

Ryuji holds out his hand, palm down. "Hands in, boys!"

Akira smiles, and sets his hand on top of Ryuji's. Yusuke does the same. Morgana trots down Akira's forearm and places his paw on top.

Then, Ryuji throws his hands into the air, and shouts, "Dude's night!"

#

There's a knock at the door.

Sae looks up.

Akechi stands there, smiling. His arm is raised in a half-wave.

"You're late," she tells him.

Akechi deflates, letting out a tired little sigh. "I don't suppose I could ask you to cut me some slack, eh, Niijima-san? I do have homework, you know."

By reply, Sae gestures to the seat across from her. "Shut the door."

Akechi does so, and makes a face at all the stacks and stacks of case files she has piled over her office. She's seen him make that face before, but she chooses to ignore it. "Something on your mind?" He asks.

Sae stares across the desk at him. He meets her gaze, straight-faced. So young, she thinks. And here he is, trapped in this office with me. She doesn't dwell on the fact that she's the one who has trapped him here. "How old are you, Akechi-kun?"

He blinks, and for a strange, long moment, his face flickers with half-formed smiles, frowns, furrowed brows, as if he could not decide upon what to show her.

Then, he reaches up one gloved hand and rubs the back of his head. "Um," he starts, then chuckles. "Funny you should ask, Niijima-san. As of today, I'm eighteen."

Sae rolls her eyes. "Right."

Akechi swallows. "I, uh, am afraid not."

Sae looks at him. "It's your birthday? Today?"

He shrugs, gives her a little grin. "Only for the past eighteen years."

This is not how Sae imagined this conversation going. The age question had been just a throwaway. She hadn't really cared about the answer. It'd only been meant as a warmup to what she really needed to discuss with him.

Sae finds herself in a situation she has come to loathe. She finds herself at a loss for words. "Happy, um, birthday then, I suppose."

"Th-thanks," Akechi replies.

Sae looks around her suddenly microscopic office. A pang of guilt lances through her. She starts to say, "Do you want to go-" at the same time Akechi says, "You wanted to talk to me about-"

Both stop.

"Sorry, Niijima-san," Akechi says, and nods his head. "Please, you were saying?"

Sae holds up her hands, palms out. "Oh, no. I only wanted to ask if you thought..." She spreads her hands to indicate the office. "I mean, this is no place to spend one's birthday." Akechi blinks. Sae hasn't blushed in a very long time, and she doesn't now.

But she comes close.

"What I'm saying is," she continues, "that we could potentially hold this meeting somewhere else." What is it he's always mentioning? "Sushi. You like sushi, yes? We could go for sushi. Should we go for sushi?"

"Oh," Akechi says, eyes wide like saucers. "Thank you for the offer, but I have plans." The second half of the sentence rushes out of him.

"Plans?" She asks.

"Yes, plans. I'm going out somewhere, later. With friends."

"Friends?" She asks.

"Friends from school," he tells her.

She stares at him. When he came in, he'd told me he'd been doing his homework. Maybe he was doing it before he went out? I didn't know he had any friends, though. He's never mentioned them. "I see," she says. "Good. That's... good. You should go out with your friends."

He nods a few times. "I hope the offer stands for a later date?" He gives her a hopeful smile.

Sae sighs. "Of course, Akechi-kun. Of course. Happy birthday."

He settles his hands on her desk. "Thank you. That means a lot, coming from you. But, I get the feeling you didn't ask me here to ask how old I was." His small smile has returned.

Okay, Sae thinks. He regained his composure. Time to get mine in check. She straightens in her seat. "That's correct. I wanted to bring you in on something."

He leans towards her. "Oh? Something interesting, I hope."

Oh, it's interesting. "The Special Investigation Department is officially opening a file on these Phantom Thieves."

Akechi's eyes widen. "Really? I thought the upper echelons believed them to be a hoax?"

"Evidently," Sae says. "The situation with Ichiryusai Madarame has caused them to rethink their position on the subject." She allows a small smile onto her face. "It also seems that your appearance on television last month influenced some of their thinking."

Akechi blushes. "Oh, that's a bit embarrassing."

Sae shakes her head. "You made good points. If the Phantom Thieves can change the hearts of the corrupt, what else can they do?"

Akechi says nothing for a time, just stares at her. "If I'm understanding you correctly, Niijima-san, you want my help in finding out just what it is the Phantom Thieves are capable of."

Sae Niijima meets his eyes, but her mind is suddenly very far away.

She can see it all, spread out before her, like a great cloud blanketing the sky. Yukio Kan. Ichiryusai Madarame. Daiki Aoe, the boy who killed him, and didn't remember doing it. Suguru Kamoshida. Principal Kobayakawa. His note. The mental shutdowns. Her theories that feel like ancient history, that she's never voiced to anyone but never doubted.

That it's all connected. All of it. She can see it all. She just can't make it all fit. If she could just make it all come together, structure it the right way, what a victory it would be.

And somewhere out there, were the Phantom Thieves. The piece she may be have been missing.

She returns to herself, and says, "Yes."

##

A/N: Will the Phantom Thieves get through this dire situation unscathed? Is Makoto heading for disaster? Will Sae's obsession with victory continue to warp her perceptions? Will Akechi ever actually get sushi?

The answers to all these questions will be answered...

...right now.

No.
Yes.
Definitely.
No, because fuck Akechi.

Sorry for the delayed post. I was too wrapped up with getting ready this morning and I didn't have enough time. I'm really not a morning guy. Or rather, I'm not a moring guy who spent the night before drinking whiskey guy.

Can you blame me? I had to catch on all the anime. Megalo Box. My Hero Academia. Legend of Galactic Heroes. Persona 5. I do have to say, the last two episodes have been significantly better than the first four. That's not to say that they're very good - in my opinion, anyway - but they're a certainly a step in the right direction.

I could say it's due to an improvement in pacing, some great voice acting from Yusuke's actor, and that scene with Nakanohara which - shockingly - used tradecraft.

But that's all bullshit we all know it's because Makoto showed up. And then Crunchyroll went ahead and posted that article, and the Internet lost its collective shit. Fucking hilarious.

God, what a time to be alive.

Anyway, I think I'm a little delirious from lack of sleep. I should go do something about that.

Thank you guys so much for reading! I really appreciate it! And I'll just say it, I don't care what waifu you subscribe to, so long as we can all agree that Persona 5 is an awesome video game and an unforgetable experience...

... and that Makoto's best girl YEAH I SAID IT