I AM IN CLASS AND P5 IS WAITING FOR ME.

Truly, my predicament is a one worthy of pity.

Akira was being particularly weird today. And that was saying something.

It had been a slow business day at the cafe, something he normally welcomed. Conversely, as Makoto observed, it only seemed to make him more anxious. It was when he had started polishing the silverware that she knew something was up. "Someone's fidgety today."

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, um...just waiting for something."

"This 'something' must be pretty important if it's making you this antsy."

Akira chuckled at that, placing a spoon back into its place and picking up a knife. He twirled it between his fingers, a habit he picked up throughout their shenanigans and heists, tossing it up and catching it before getting to work polishing it. Makoto noted that he never indulged his habit when actual customers were present. Her train of thought was rather entertainingly derailed when Akira's sight darted to the door of the cafe. "Were you even given a estimate for when your 'something' arrives?"

"Today. By eight. Which we both know is a lie."

Makoto had to give him that one.

Akira glanced towards the door again when he heard the sound of a car stopping nearby. Makoto simply watched him stare from her seat, taking a sip of coffee as he twitched, clearly anxious for some reason. The faintest of knocks echoed through Akira's ears, but it was enough to bring a grin to his face. "Ohh, it's here. Makoto, it's here!"

"What's here?"

"The-the-the thing! The thing I've been waiting for!"

He threw the door open just as the delivery truck pulled away, speeding down the street to deliver another package to another hopeful customer. He grabbed the box off the floor and hopped back inside. Makoto couldn't help but giggle a bit when Akira, very delicately, placed the box on the counter of the bar, flipping the sign hanging on the front door to 'Closed" and quickly shutting it. "Aren't I a customer?"

"It's on the house. And no, you're my girlfriend."

Akira planted a kiss on her forehead, the icing on the cake, seizing the package and heading to his room. Before he disappeared into the hall, however, he poked his head out and grinned. "Take your time. You're welcome to follow later."

Then he was gone. Makoto sighed, looking into the steam of her tea and blinking at the steam. What was he in such a rush for? "Futaba, it's here!"

"I know! I heard you squealing about it already!"

Makoto hopped out of her seat and carefully placed her cup in the sink, quietly following Akira to his room. She paused at his door when she heard him mutter to no one in particular, "Why do you have to install?"

Makoto let herself into his room as Akira groaned and shouted at the wall. "Futaba! Why does this have to install?!"

"Why are you asking me?! And you know why!"

He groaned again and flopped onto his back, staring at the ceiling and sighing wistfully. "You're awfully dramatic."

Akira looked up at Makoto, still leaning against the door, taking off his glasses and dropping them near the TV. "Hey. Done already?"

"Well, I had to see what the all the fuss was about."

"Well, make yourself at home. Has to install."

Makoto sat on his bed and plucked the case of the new game from the box, idly scanning the back as Akira shouted at the wall again. "Futaba! Can't you make this install faster?"

"Do I look like a super hacker to you?"

"No, you look like a master hacker! C'mon, help me out here!"

"Compliments and buttering me up aren't gonna get you anywhere!"

"Futaba!"

"Akira!"

"Both of you!"

Futaba fell silent and Akira looked up at Makoto, who was gazing down at him with a raised eyebrow and a begrudging smile. "Calm down. It'll be done when it's done."

"Oh, right. Can you cover for me? I'm probably gonna take a few days of from school-"

"No."

Well, here ya go. I don't need to take notes, I need to play P5! Like, soon! Preferably!

Aaaanyway, I hope you enjoyed! Good day!