This is my first attempt of writing a fanfiction for persona 5. I decided on an AU where Akira doesn't know his father (That well) and so becomes curious on who he is. I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to tell me what you think, thank you.
Akira leaned his head against the train's window with a book opened on his lap. He stared blankly into the ever-gray skies as the train neared his hometown. They filled Akira with a nostalgic sense of unfamiliarity, much like he had experienced a year ago. He closed his eyes for a moment to remember the past year. A smile crossed as he remembered how he met each one of them, however after remembering Ryuji, his memories started to become scattered.
A bury image of a man in a suit with silver hair, called Akira's name in a worried tone, Akira remember looking down and on his pants it seemed like raindrops had fallen on. Why is it raining? He remember asking himself. Akira opened his eyes when he felt someone touched his shoulder, his eyes met with a kind looking old lady's, "I would hate to see you miss your stop." She explained.
Akira blinked a couple times realizing that he must have fallen asleep from recalling his past. He rubbed his eyes and gave a proper thank you to the old lady by giving the old lady his spot, despite there being many open places for her to sit. The old lady gave a small chuckle at the offering or maybe it was the fact Akira had neglected the book that was in his lap. Luckily for him, the book had not been damaged do to the way it had fallen. Akira kneeled down to the floor picking the book up, straightening himself up he see that it was indeed his stop and quickly he pulled a bag with his belongings off from the spot next to the kind old lady, right before he got off the train he gave the kind old lady a nod as if to say thank you again. The kind old lady smiled brightly and waved goodbye.
Once off from the train almost immediately he was greeted by his mother, "My, my." She started off looking up at Akira, for she was rather short compared to Akira, "You are becoming more like your father everyday." She finished with great satisfaction.
"I guess…" Akira replied toying with his shaggy hair, it bother Akira how his mother would tell him such things when he doesn't even remember what his father looks like outside of his mother's collection of detailed drawings of him.
His mother could sense Akira's uncomfort and quickly changed the subject, "We'll catch a cold if we stay here for to long..." she paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, "Does Nana have anything cooked for his homecoming?" she asked aloud as if Akira had the answer.