Those Clumsy Masks

by Faulty Paragon

It's about life, really- because underneath their masks of power and dominance and self-acceptance, they really are just clumsy teenagers. A drabble/oneshot collection featuring characters throughout the series- pairings listed inside. Spoilers will be present, so be warned.-discontinued for now, will likely be picked up again in the future.

7. Chapter 7

A/N: And I'm back. I've been stockpiling these for a bit. Let me know what you think!

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[begrudging respect 2]

"Dude, are we really gonna let her come with us?"

Akira sighed. "I…" After a moment, he seemed to make a decision. Beckoning Ryuji closer, he whispered, "She deserves to, just as much as us. Way more than me, with what Kamoshida did to her."

Ryuji's blood ran cold. The blond clenched his fist, eyes widening, horror filling every pore.

"No," he breathed.

"Almost," Akira murmured back.

He slammed his fist into the vending machine, startling the others. He looked up at Ann's determined expression tinged with grief.

She used to smile a lot, with Shiho. Not anymore, he realized. That knowledge hurt.