Persona 5 - Toast to the Queen

Akira/Makoto

Day 6- Wearing each other's clothes

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A/N: So I hit writer's block for this one pretty hard, hence why it took so long xD Also happy 2018, I guess xD I'm not dead! And this fic is still updating, unless I put something in the description saying otherwise or I die, i'm seeing this through to the end :) I'm a busy guy, not got a lot of free time on my hands. In case anyone is wondering, what with the protag's new name being announced and all, i'm sticking with the name Akira for now. That might change, however, and if it does i'll just Ctrl + F it xD For now, enjoy this shit. I honestly couldn't think of a good one for this prompt. Sorry this one is so short! Not all of these are gonna be 1000+, some will be a lot shorter aha. Regardless, Enjoy :)

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"Can I ask you something?" Makoto asked as lazy morning sunlight filtered down through what passed for curtains in Akira's attic room.

"Sure" Akira chuckled as he lay next to her.

The young couple had gotten quite used to sharing a bed at this point. Makoto often did this out of convenience more than anything, if a mission was being planned being near LeBlanc saved her time, and Akira's place was closer to school than her's. Seeing her boyfriend was of course, the icing on this little cake for Makoto. It never really affected the adults in either situation. Sae never noticed Makoto wasn't in her room, she was far too wrapped up in her work and was getting home pretty late. Sojiro just smiled and winked at Akira whenever he left the two of them in the shop together of a night. She never really understood why, they were just sleeping in the same bed, that's normal for couples, right?

Makoto sat up in bed to ask her question, while Akira just continued to lie there with his hands behind his head.

"Your glasses" Makoto inquired as she grabbed them off the nightstand and turned them over in her hand. "You don't wear them in the Metaverse"

"An excellent observation as always, detective! What, the bird mask give that one away?" Akira smirked

"Shut up." Makoto sighed as she playfully hit him on the arm. "What I mean is why do you even wear them? You don't need them to see, that much is obvious. Do you do it to look cool or something?"

"Please, I don't need any help in that department."

"God, I forgot how much of a jerk you are in the mornings." Makoto groaned as she pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation

"I don't think i'm a jerk, I just think you have a low tolerance for banter in the mornings."

"You're impossible" Makoto sighed, while Akira just continued to grin at his girlfriend. "Just tell me."

"Honestly?" Akira said, looking somewhat earnest as he lifted himself to a sitting position and taking the glasses from the girl. "Dad told me to wear them."

This shockingly honest response surprised Makoto so much she had to stop herself from audibly gasping. Akira rarely talked about his past, even with her. To her knowledge, in the whole time they'd known each other he'd mentioned his parents maybe once? This would be enlightening to say the least. Makoto waited with baited breath for the boy to continue his story.

"Before I came out here, they gave me this whole lecture about how I had to keep my nose clean and stay out of trouble. They also said that if I somehow end up in juvie, they wouldn't be coming to bail me out. Guess that plan worked out well, I only ended up a wanted criminal." Akira smiled, but not his normal cheshire grin. It was a more forlorn, sad kind of smile.

Makoto couldn't help but feel emotional about seeing him like this. It was odd to see her fearless leader so vulnerable. On the one hand, she wanted to hold him tight and not let go. On the other, she felt somewhat privileged that she was privy to this completely unseen side of him. She felt that he trusted her enough to start tearing away a few layers of his glib and wit and let her see what was underneath. Not that she didn't love that side of him of course.

Love?

That's a strong word…Not an inaccurate word, just… strong.

"Anyway…" Akira continued. "Dad gave me these just before I left. He told me that people with glasses look more trustworthy. He said he read it in a science journal or something, but I think he was pulling it out of his ass" he chuckled to himself at his jive.

"When did you last speak to your Dad?" Makoto asked, genuinely concerned. She knew too well the pain of losing her parents. Granted, her father was dead, but at least she could take comfort in the fact that her father died loving her and her sister. Akira's father might not even care about his son anymore… In a way, that's worse, knowing that your father is out there but he doesn't even care about you enough to check in with you or help you out of a jam. Makoto couldn't imagine how she'd deal with something like that.

"Not since I left. He just gave me some money and told me to keep my head down..." Akira's voice dropped as he spoke, and Makoto knew she had to do something.

Before Akira could see it coming, Makoto had taken Akira's glasses out of his hands, flicked the arms open and put them onto her face. Despite knowing that they weren't corrective lenses, Makoto was still shocked to see that they didn't distort her vision at all. She put that down just to her cognition of how glasses worked. She pushed the thick frames up her nose and made a flourish with her hand.

"Well, how do I look?" She asked, cheerily.

Akira was stunned a little, his face a picture of surprise. This girl, this impossibly wonderful girl, his Queen, was trying so hard to cheer him up that he couldn't help but feel the warmth swell in his chest and his face crack into a big goofy grin for the first time in a long time.

"It's certainly a look" he said alongside a full bodied laugh.

"Oh my god, what are you doing with your face?!" Makoto exclaimed, in genuine surprise at The Fool's dopey smile. Her teasing seemed to break the spell however, as his trademark smirk returned.

"Don't worry about that, more importantly, did you just steal from the greatest thief alive?" his eyes flashed with an idea.

"Maybe I did." She teased, grinning coyly and lowering her new spectacles so she could look over them. "What are you gonna do about it?"

"You steal from a thief, he has to steal something of yours, that's Thieves' Code" he said.

"And what are you gonna steal?" she giggled.

Before Makoto knew what was happening, Akira's hands were on her, pinning her back down onto the bed with the speed and grace she expected of him. She'd always been amazed by the way he moved. He flowed like water, and if you blinked you'd miss it completely. Makoto playfully yelped as her boyfriend straddled her. As he did, he leaned in close to her ear.

"As a Phantom Thief, I think it's only right that I try to steal your heart, Your Majesty." he said in a low, primal tone.

"It's yours." Makoto whispered, breathlessly.

"Wasn't much of a challenge."

"You can't steal what you've always had. I thought you'd know that, being a master thief."

"I'll settle for a lesser prize then."

"And what's that?"

"Today, Your Highness, i'll steal a kiss."

Before either of the two could say anything else, their lips were on each other's, dancing a familiar yet exciting dance. The unbridled passion between The Queen and her Joker was palpable. As they kissed, Makoto ran her hands through the boy's hair, along his broad shoulders and down his slender back. He meanwhile simply cupped her sweet, fair face in his hand. Eventually, the two reluctantly separated. First lips, then hands, then bodies, until Akira was standing on the floor next to the bed.

"I'll go make us some breakfast." He smiled. Makoto moved to get up and help but he stopped her before she could.

"No no. You relax" he smiled sweetly and then planted a quick kiss on her forehead before making his way towards the stairs. As he reached them however, he turned around to address her one more time.

"They really do suit you, by the way" he said as he beamed a genuine smile before disappearing into the cafe below, leaving Makoto alone with her thoughts and his glasses.

The girl took off the thick rimmed specs to put them back on his nightstand, but before she could she became lost in thought.

She was falling for him. Hard. No two ways about it. If every morning could be like this morning, Makoto would give anything for that future, for him.

She just had to find some way to tell him...