Goro sat on the train looking out the window as the world rushed around him.

"U-um excuse me?!" Goroi turned his head. Standing up were two girls in school uniforms he didn't recognize. (a/n: took me 3 times to spell right :'( When his eyes met their own, they giggled. One of the girls nudged the other.

"I told you it was him," the girl was obviously trying to keep quiet but failed miserably…

"Excuse me?" Goro said tilting his head slightly. One of the girls nudged the other again, more like a push.

"U-um w-we wanted to… Well me and my fr-friend watch you on T.V. sometimes," she said, her voice close to a high pitched whisper. Fan girls, Goro thought to himself.

"Oh! Well actually, I was heading over to an interview now," Goro said smiling a princely smile. The two girls did something that sounded like a squeal. (a/n: that's me if I met Akechi )

Goro didn't want to spend another minute wasting his time with these useless girls. Someone must have answered his prayers because the train screeched to a stop.

"Well! This is my stop! It was very enlightening to talk to you," Goro said smiling. The girls turned bright red. Once Goro slipped off the train, his face slipped back to mimic the dreary day he was feeling.

…

"Mr. Akechi's coming on!" Akechi walked on the stage, poised and perfect. Walking fast enough to appear on set but not seem too eager. Everything had to be just right. He could hear students chattering and whispering. He could hear girls squealing. Poise and perfect, he started to reassure himself.

"Cutting back from commercial," the Host said over the girls. Goro had forgotten his name from the briefing.

"Seven, six, five seconds till start, four, three…" The Host looked towards the camera and smiled, Goro knew that was his signal and picked up his prince like smile and turned towards the man and woman who would be asking him questions.

To him, this all seemed kind of like a game. Answer all the questions right, and you get a prize. Choose the wrong answers… And well… He decided not to dwell on a bad ending.

The woman had a peach-pink cardigan and matching pink shoes. The man had a slick black suit and a purple tie.

"And now to the 'Hottest Meet-and-Greet' segment of our show…" said the Cute Announcer, "After his last appearance was so well received, we decided to bring back this fine gentleman today. It's the high school detective Goro Akechi!" Her last word brought on another round of squeals, Goro could feel everyone's eyes on him. Poise and perfect, he reminded himself. You have to be on script.

"Hello there," Goro said making it simple.

"Thank you for taking the time to join us today, Akechi kun. Your popularity is stunning," the seemingly Cheerful Host said. It was clear to Goro through his cold looking eyes, that if he even toed the line let alone take a misstep, he would be off this show in an instant. And everything he had worked so hard for, would be ruined. Poise and perfect.

"Even I've found it to be quite a surprise. It is a bit embarrassing though…" Goro said, mumbling the last sentence. He wanted to keep his modest appearance, and maybe a little honesty could work in his favor.

"Moving along, we've been told there's a case on your mind right now. Care to share, detective?" The Cute Announcer blinked a little childishly at Goro. It was a little too… Innocent like, especially for a full grown adult.

"Ah, yes. That would be the scandal involving the Master Artist Madarame."

"There it is!" The 'Cheerful' Host said as if he had found a huge clue, "All of this Phantom Thief excitement has caught your attention too, Akechi kun." Goro was sure no one saw the slight nod the Host gave to him, the nod was assuring him to keep going. Like a fly in a venus fly trap. Keep going, spill your guts, then we can use you. But Goro knew how to hide his emotions and his secrets from plain sight, he learned from the very best… (a/n: im sorry! I had to!)

"Allow me to be blunt for just a second," the 'Cheerful' Host started, "What do you think of these justice-oriented Phantom Thieves?" Say no more than you need to, Goro took a quiet breath. Poise and perfect. Goro went along with his script.

"If they truly are heroes of justice, I sincerely hope they exist." Now that was a nice thought. But in this world full of corruption, true heros are always stifled out. Goro knew that only too well.

"Ohhh so you don't deny the possibility that they're real?"

"I may not seem like it, but I sometimes wish that Santa Claus actually existed," pause and smile, Goro thought to himself, "Although if he did, I'd have to arrest him for breaking and entering." The crowd laughed on cue. The Host looked at him with approvement. Goro had said all his lines correctly. If he was alone, he would have sighed with relief. But he could feel the hundreds of eyes in the room staring at him, he could almost see the eyes staring through the cameras. Goro looked through the crowd. Until his eyes found another pair. Goro thought they might be a deep gray, though he couldn't be sure because of the lighting on his glasses. Goro and the other boy stared at each other. Until Goro broke the trance.

"But hypothetically speaking, if these Phantom Thieves are real..." Goro said once the chatter died down. "I believe they should be tried in a court of law!" The Host's eyes widened. This was what he wanted from the beginning; a slip up.

"That's quite the statement. Are they committing crimes?" The Host was asking a direct question, Goro would have to be careful.

"Some people even say that the Thieves are actually helping their victims abandon their evil ways."

"What the artist Madarame did was a truly unforgivable crime," Goro said, swiftly escaping the question, "However, they're taking the law into their own hands by judging him. It is far from justice." Justice. Hypocrite, the word rang through Goro's mind.

"More importantly, you should never forcefully change a persona's heart." Hypocrite, hypocrite. Goro lightly shook his head, he was the Detective Prince, he couldn't let these thoughts cloud his mind. He had a job to do.

"You have a point. These people are calling themselves Phantom thieves after all," The host was slightly disappointed, he wanted juicy gossip. Not just some boring High Schoolers ideals, hopefully the public will eat it up.

"Amazing as always, Akechi kun! I could listen to you for days! You have the most radiant charism!" Goro smiled on cue. Even though they were lies, he still felt a little warm at being complemented like this.

"I have to say though, I would be embarrassed if it turns out these Phantom Thieves don't exist," Goro said changing the topic into something light hearted, "If that were the case, I'd summarize it into a repost as a school project."

"Now then, let's try asking some students the same age as Akechi kun about the Phantom Thieves!" Goro ignored the announcer's next words, it didn't matter what she said. Everyone knew that it was the Host pulling the shots.

"About 30% or so? What are your thoughts, Akechi kun?"

"I'm a bit surprised. That's higher than I was expecting." That was lower than he expected. He knew the Thieves existed. After all he was spying on them at Madarame's palace.

"I'd love to hear some more detailed opinions on the Phantom Thieves' actions." It was mainly an excuse to let the Host have a use for his crowd, and Goro was happy to oblige.

"All right, let's try asking this student here," The Announcer said, " Hypothetically speaking, what are your thoughts on these Phantom thieves, if they were real?" Goro knew what he was going to say, he was going to agree with the charismatic Detective Prince. He was going to follow the script like all the rest of them.

"I think that the Phantom Thieves, do more than the police," Goro looked up. That… Wasn't on script. It was a good thing that Goro reacted quickly, or else that smile would have slided down his face. Goro held tighter to his armor.

"Hmmm, interesting, and why do you think that?" It was the boy from yesterday, his gray eyes (Goro were now sure they were gray) looked confidently at Goro's.

"I mean, they only targeted criminals that were hiding from the police all this time." Goro wanted to smack that smirk off his smug face.

"And that's all the time we have for today! We'll see you next time!" The Host quickly yelled. "Aaaaand cut! That was a great run you guys! Thank you Akechi kun for being here." The host stood up abruptly and left with the announcer at his side.

"Hello, said a smooth voice. Goro looked up into cool dark grey eyes. "I don't believe I got the chance to introduce myself last time. I'm Akira Kurusu." Goro put on the smile again.

"It was enlightening to see your point of-"

"Can I have your phone number?" Kurusu held out his phone. Goro didn't know what made him do it, but he typed his phone number on the boy's black cased phone.

"Thaaanks," Kurusu said smiling, "Hope I'll see you around!" Goro stared at him blankly not knowing what to do.

…

"What was that for?" Morgana nuzzled his way out of the black bag.

"Nothing," Akira answered monotonously. But there was a smile on his face. 'I think I know whose heart I want next,' he thought to himself.