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I do not own the story and the concepts represented in this fiction. This fiction and all Persona-related fictions belong to Atlus, the fantastic company that created the games.
Author's Notes:
Shoot, it has been a long time since my last update. Well, as usual, life got hectic. Between work and school, no time to write. This chapter is two chapters together, so I hope it makes up a little for the long delay.
Comment to Reviews:
Ganheim: Thank you for reading my story and always giving me feedback on my writing. I am slowly correcting the errors you mentioned and updating old chapters to correct grammatical errors.
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Prince of underbrush: Dude, I love Haru, but I don't think even she would be able to accept Akira's explanation. However, it would be funny as hell.
Before
9/6
Days not scorching hot or biting cold affirm Akira's belief that fall is the best season. Of course, it being fall also helps when doing labor-intensive work, like gardening.
"H-Haru, where should I move this?" Akira asks, moving yet another heavy bag of mulch.
"You can put them with the others on the platform truck," Haru says before realizing the problem with that suggestion. "Oh! There's no more room. Ok, bring it here. I need to replenish the mulch anyway."
Akira does as she requests and watches as she gets to work, cutting open the bag and scooping out its contents. The attention and focus she puts into gardening mesmerizes the young man. It is obvious how much she values maintaining the school's greenery. The twosome had ventured around the school's grassy areas at her request to prepare the numerous bushes and trees for winter. Now, she is giving her personal garden the same treatment.
Akira can't complain. His role is minuscule but essential, she assures him. Carrying most of their equipment and tons of bags is a form of exercise preferable to somersaulting monsters or avoiding a fireball to the face. Heck, he would go as far as to admit that this is just as enjoyable as training at the gym with Ryuji. At least here, there isn't a grumpy cat scowling at him whenever he hits muscle exhaustion.
Haru is nicer. She at least fetches him water and offers him an abundance of praise. Akira sighs, rubbing his forehead.
What am I, he thinks, a puppy?
"Is something wrong?" Haru asks, looking over her shoulder.
Akira smiles in return. "Nothing much, just hoping Futaba and Morgana get along well."
"You mean Sojiro-san's daughter?"
"The same."
"Oh, I'm sure they're fine. Morgana is such a sweetheart."
If only she knew his sass, thinks Akira.
"Anyway," Akira says, "what are you doing? Can I help?"
"Yes, please! Here, let me show you."
At times, Akira feels that this mentoring program is wasted on him. However, Haru is an exceptional teacher. Though he maintains his grades just fine on his own, whenever Haru educates him on something, she does it so that the information sticks.
"So," Haru begins, "what I'm doing right now is cleaning up rotting and finished plants. Removing spent plants from the soil surface stops pests from getting a head start come springtime. However, burying is better as it adds organic matter to your soil, improving soil tilth and health."
"I-I see," Akira replies, trying to wrap his head around the procedure.
Haru reaches for the bag to her left, retrieving a spade and a weed puller. She hands him the weed puller and explains, "While our garden is small, there are still weeds that poke their pesky heads out."
"Our?" Akira repeats.
"Well, you put a lot of time in helping me with the garden, and some of the items planted were by you, so…." Haru blinks once. Then, her face brightens, and she looks away.
"I like it," Akira says, smiling. "I like the sound of it."
"R-really?"
"Yeah," he nods. "I never thought of it as part of mine. And I won't make any claims or start a dispute about it. But, I like that it's something we share."
Haru's smile is blindingly bright. "Right! Let's get to work!"
He follows her instructions to a T. The twosome proceeds to remove any weed from the soil. Then, they harvest and regenerate the compost, replenish the mulch, and stow the equipment away.
Their gym uniforms feel tight against their bodies by the end, and their gloves need good washing. Standing after sitting so long, Haru stretches her back and unzips her gym jacket. Akira ignores how her white T-shirt sticks to her skin and instead mirrors her actions.
"I'll be taking the equipment home," Haru says, picking up the rough-looking red duffel bag. "I have the tools to sharpen them there."
"Sounds good." Akira brings a hand to his chin. "Say, who will watch the garden while we are away?"
"I have a classmate who's not going on the available trip."
"That's good. It'd be hard to enjoy Hawaii otherwise. Have you been before?"
"I…visited once. It was more of a business trip."
Akira quirks an eyebrow. "Business?"
"My family's business," Haru says quickly, looking down to brush dirt off her pants.
Other than passing comments, the two hadn't discussed their families much. Some part of Akira wants to ask more. But, within the young man, Lamia of the Empress Arcana stirs and warns him otherwise.
Akira trusts his other self, saying, "That new book we're reading, Cry of Cthulu, is something else, huh?"
Haru jumps as if struck by electricity. "It is such a fascinating read. The slow, daunting pace of the novel and the vivid detail are given to the protagonist's thoughts as they explore the empty city."
Haru hugs herself. Her smile and Lamia's inner presence indicate to Akira that she is excited about the topic.
"Honestly, I read just before sleep when we aren't reading together. A chapter or two before bed really helps tire me out. But, with the Cry of Cthulu, I am gripping my covers in anxiousness. More than once, I have a terrible dream where I am the protagonist undergoing the terrors of that nameless city."
"So, this new novel isn't your tea, then?"
"Oh, no, I adore it! The thrills and chills and anticipation of what will happen next. Sometimes, I must force myself asleep and fight the urge to read another chapter."
Haru makes a contemplative expression. "I wish that in those dreams of the novel, I have my ax more often. It would make me feel more secure in navigating the city."
Akira gulps.
Leave it to Haru to make something terrifying sound fun, he thinks. Instead, I should have her and Futaba read the book together. It seems like something they'd both enjoy.
"You know," Haru says, capturing Akira's attention again. "If…um, falling asleep wouldn't be too much of an issue if you were there."
And just like that, Akira's chest drums painfully in his chest as if trying to break free.
"Oh…ah?"
For some reason, her words make Akira pause and reflect on their strange relationship.
Akira's confusion about approaching Haru has become nonexistent after the rather informative video given to Sojiro and putting the lessons into practice. The video, an adult video series, depicted the life of an adventurous couple. Adventurous is a very subdued adjective, with hedonistic suiting them more.
The couple would travel to various locations throughout the video. The couple videotaped everything from the food they ate, the places they stayed, and the sights they saw, not to mention the numerous young women they seduced.
It became almost like a tutorial on approaching, interacting, and seducing the beautiful woman the couple met. Sometimes, the camera would focus on the boyfriend as he explained his method of attracting potential lovers. Then, the focus shifted to the girlfriend, who was no slouch for captivating people with charm. After each involvement, whoever was the focus of the day – the boyfriend or girlfriend – would explain how they identified their mistress's body language, preferences, and unvoiced desires.
Apparently, the couple had created this video series to educate young men and women on the tumultuous nature of seduction and love.
Apparently, the series was an invaluable educational tool that prompted Sojiro's golden years, so Sojiro explained.
Now, recalling the hours of advice hampered in his head, Akira confidently approaches Haru, understanding her words' implications. The kisses they share are chaste at first – slow and methodical brushes of their lips. Then, as the tension builds, so does the intensity of their hungry mouths.
Haru is a biter, Akira has come to know. While he kisses and sucks on her upper lip, The Empress lightly nibbles on his lower lip. He can feel the pressure of her canines. Usually, it didn't hurt, but Haru had drawn blood before in her excitement and apologized profusely.
Fortunately, the video series taught Akira how to comfort a young woman in distress and make her feel secure in her preferences. Unfortunately, Haru has been biting him more ever since.
Akira's desire burns in his gut like hot lava when Haru opens her mouth next, and their tongues circle amongst themselves like rapid dancers. His hands trace the curves of her body, forgetting the dirt on his gloves as he loses himself to baser desires. Haru is in a similar daze, grabbing a fistful of his hair with her soiled gloves as their kissing intensifies.
Any further, and Akira knows there'll be no stopping them from getting intimate on the school rooftop. The thought of someone walking in on them and reporting them to the school faculty makes Akira's head spin. The rumors, the shame, and not to mention his probation send the raven-haired youth into a frenzy. It terrifies and fills him with so much excitement that his member strains against his pants.
Luckily for them, Haru's phone beeps, smoothing music filling the desolate rooftop. Haru and Akira immediately disengage. Akira observes the red-faced woman race to retrieve the device from her pocket and answer in a shaky tone.
"H-hello? Akio-san, hello. N-no, everything is fine. I'm ok. I'm just a bit winded from prepping my garden in school."
Haru spares Akira a desperate glance, and he gulps.
"Y-yes, Akio-san, he's with me. N-no, we aren't doing anything like that, I swear. Yes, I understand. I should be home soon. Yes, you can send the driver. Ok, thank you. I'll see you soon. I'm hanging up now."
Haru breathes a sigh of relief, returning the device to her pocket. Then, she looks at Akira. The look she gives him makes him melt.
"S-so," he begins, steadying his breathing. "About not being able to sleep well."
Haru's brows raise. "Yes?"
Akira approaches to embrace her. "If you ever need a cuddle monster, all you need to do is ask. I'm a thief. I'm sure I can sneak in and out, no problem."
Haru giggles. "Hmm, very tempting."
Returning the embrace, Haru says, "But, what do you mean, thief?"
Akira tenses, realizing his mistake. He is having what Morgana would call a Ryuji moment. So comfortable around the older girl, he tends to blurt out confidential information. "I, um, am a thief because…I stole your heart?"
A moment of silence falls upon them. It is difficult for Akira to make out Haru's expression with her face nested against his chest.
Hey, Lamia, a little help! I messed up, didn't I? Akira thinks.
But his usually intrusive other self is silent, making the raven-haired youth worry more.
"Haru?" Akira ventures. "Ah!"
Her grip on him suddenly tightens, leaving Akira in awe of her petite frame's strength.
"Saying something like that is not fair," Haru says, looking up at him with a pout. "It makes me not want to let you go."
Akira stills at her words. "Hey, right back at you."
Leaving down, he gives her forehead a soft kiss. "Why don't we stay here just a bit longer."
"Ok," agrees Haru, returning her face to his chest.
Content in each other's presence, the twosome pass the time comfortably.
X
It is evening time when Akira returns to Leblanc. The café lacks customers, the sole occupants being Sojiro, Futaba, and Morgana.
"Hey, kid," acknowledges the older male. "Grab an apron. Today was somewhat busy, and I have dishes that need washing."
"Busy," Akira repeats skeptically. "I won't believe it until I see it."
"And you never will," resorts Sojiro. "I swear this place dries up faster than –"
"Person here," voices Futaba. "Don't want to hear any guy talk too dirty."
"Right," Sojiro says. "Anyways, get back here."
"Yes, sir," says Akira.
He approaches the counter and looks at Morgana, sitting in the booth next to Futaba and watching her play some mobile game.
"Turning my cat into a gamer?" Akira asks the redhead.
"I am not your cat," the cat retorts.
Ignoring Morgana, Futaba responds, "Yep. I'll make him the first pro-gamer pussy."
"Hey, language!" Sojiro says.
"Pussy is another word for a cat!"
"Y-yeah, but still!"
Akira restrains his laughter as he observes the father-daughter banter. Then, as Akira dons his signature green apron and reaches for the first dish to wash, Sojiro clears his throat.
"Anyway," the older male says, eager to change the subject. "Excited for your trip, kid?"
"Trembling in anticipation as I count down the days," Akira replies.
"Don't be a smart aleck," grumbles the older male.
"Well, I still think it isn't fair that I can't go," Morgana complains.
"You see," Sojiro points out. "Even the cat doesn't like your sass."
It takes all of Akira's willpower not to chuckle at the feline's annoyed expression from being misunderstood. Futaba, however, is less sympathetic, snorting in laughter and causing Morgana's face to fall further.
"I'll try to smuggle you on my next trip," Akira assures Morgana.
"And have me receive a call from the school when you get caught," Sojiro says. "No way. We'll take care of him while you are away."
Smiling, Akira sends the cat a wink and then returns to chores.
"Hey," Futaba says, "while you're over there, bring back some souvenirs."
Akira looks at her from over his shoulder. "Hm, good idea. Anything, in particular, you guys want?"
"Well," Sojiro says with a chuckle. "I don't expect anything, but if you see those tiki statues, they usually sell to tourists; I'll take one or two."
"Woah," says Futaba, "I didn't know you were into weird stuff."
"It's not weird," Sojiro protests. "Something like that could help decorate this place even more."
"More than the picture of Sayuri over there," the redhead exclaims.
Akira chuckles, watching Sojiro struggle with a response. The banter between them is a heartwarming sight for the youth. He enjoys seeing a more relaxed Sojiro now that Futaba is more social.
It isn't long until he finishes his chores and prepares for bed with Morgana. While seemingly gloomy, the feline's habit of annoying Akira about sleep remains. Donning his sleepwear, the raven-haired youth slips underneath the covers and makes room for his furry bedmate. Then, he reaches for the charging cord for his phone.
A flurry of messages jumps at him as his phone screen lights up. He sees ongoing conversations between the team. Ryuji and Ann are having a somewhat contentious debate, with Yusuke occasionally intervening. Meanwhile, the funny pictures and obscure references to pop culture come from Futaba. At the same time, Makoto sends repeated messages for them to sleep. Akira sighs, putting the phone down and shutting his eyes.
Tomorrow can't come soon enough, he thinks.
9/7
"Got everything you need?" Sojiro asks.
Akira gives a quick glance at his luggage and bookbag once more. Then, mentally, he goes over a checklist of required items and smiles in satisfaction when he recalls stowing each necessity away.
"I should be good," he says. "Got everything from socks, underwear, pants, shirts, etc."
"Good," nods the older male. "Because I wouldn't send you anything over by mail. Shipping costs are ridiculous, and don't get me started on delivery times."
"I'll be fine," Akira assures in a placating gesture. "Anything I happen to miss, I'll just buy while I'm over there."
Sojiro nods again. Then, he gives the youth a stern look. "I don't need to go over ground rules, do I?"
"It's better to be safe than sorry," Akira responds mirthfully.
Sojiro shakes his head, detecting the youth's jesting tone. Nonetheless, he crosses his arms and begins a long lecture on responsibility and consequences.
"So, do you understand? Any questions?"
"None, I understand perfectly!"
"Really?"
"Yep, Akira says. "Basically, don't break the law, don't get caught breaking the law. Also, don't get caught breaking the school rules."
Sojiro frowns yet doesn't interrupt Akira's interpretation of his words.
"Also," continues the youth, "while it is understandable to want to do something ballsy and fun, make sure to consider the long-term implications of your actions. For example, if I happen to catch myself with a beautiful girl and –"
"Ok, ok," urges the older male, holding his hands up in a stopping gesture. "Enough of that. Consider yourself talked to."
After that, Sojiro departs downstairs, grumbling the entire way down. More and more, Akira finds himself viewing Sojiro like family. It isn't that Akira doesn't appreciate these familial occurrences that are slowly becoming more frequent.
He's like the bachelor uncle that drops word of practical wisdom here and there, the youth thinks.
Which is much more knowledge than his own parents have provided him. Sato and Kaede Kurusu are kind, caring people and parents by extension; however, practicality and advice-giving are not their strong suits. Nor is organizing or prioritizing if one delves deeper into the lives of his parents.
Sighing, Akira prepares to send his parents a text message to notify them of departing for his trip when the device beeps due to a text from Haru.
Well then, Akira thinks, I'll message them later.
[Haru O.] 715AM: Are you all ready for the trip?
[Akira K.] 716AM: Just about. I can't wait.
Akira does one final review of his luggage and carry-on items before deciding to head downstairs. A sense of wrongness hits him when he glances around, expecting to see Morgana, only to remember that the feline is staying with Futaba.
Downstairs, the café is occupied, to his surprise. Futaba is up, sitting on the same stool as yesterday and happily munching on some curry. Behind the counter, Sojiro is eagerly working on some coffee. A sole patron, a regular, sits at the second booth nearest the entrance.
"I'll be heading out," Akira says.
Futaba looks up from her food, still mid-chew, and sends him a closed-lipped smile. Sojiro lightly glares at her before also sending the raven-haired youth a smile.
"Be safe and call if you need anything," the older male says.
"Gotcha," Akira says. "Oh, and Futaba."
"Keep my cat happy, alright?"
The redhead gives him a thumbs-up before returning to her meal.
Exiting the café, Akira makes his way to the station. It is as crowded as he expects, and the extra luggage doesn't do him any favors, but he finds a quiet corner to check his phone.
[Haru O.] 718AM: Me too! There's so much I want to do during this trip.
Akira smiles mischievously as he types his reply.
[Akira K.] 730AM: Does that include wearing a swimsuit for me to see?
As he predicts, it takes Haru a moment to respond as the three text bubbles constantly appear and disappear. While they had become more comfortable with each other, sudden mentions of anything intimate still caught his senpai off guard. A fact he took complete advantage of for his amusement.
[Haru O.] 735AM: Only if you wear one too… 😊
Akira inhales slowly. Sometimes, his attempts to fluster the older girl backfire entirely. Now was such an occasion. Calming himself, the youth responds with a smiley face, then puts the phone in his pocket. Further conversation with Haru and Akira knows he'll show up at his school with the smile and demeanor of a gleeful fool.
The process of arriving at Shujin Academy, following the other students into the gymnasium, and finding his assigned group is long and tedious. Waiting for the buses and trying to find a seat is equally daunting. When the group arrives at the airport, and the students dismount from their transportation, Akira finally breathes in relief.
Then, entering the airport, Akira stares wide-eyed at the long line and the sea of equally baffled faces.
X
"I'm so ready for a nap…."
To emphasize her statement, Ann rubs her eyes tiredly.
"You'll be able to sleep on the plane plenty," says Makoto. "It'll take about six hours, so enough time to rest."
"Sounds like a plan," Ann agrees with a yawn.
"It's almost time to check in, thankfully," Makoto points out next. "Has anyone seen Ryuji, by the way?"
"Knowing him," Ann says, "he'll be showing right…about…no—"
"Hey, guys!"
As Ann predicts, the rowdy blond rushes toward them with an anxious energy that they all pick up.
"Arrgh," groans Ryuji. "My bad, I'm late. I had this energy drink before gettin' here, and, damn, did it mess up my insides. I feel bad for the guys that go to the bathroom after me."
"Ew!" Ann cries. "Way. Too. Much. Info!"
"Yeah," Akria agrees on a rare occasion of scolding his blond friend. "It's too early for that."
Makoto's only response is a stern stare at the blond.
"Sorry, sorry!" Ryuji says, holding up his hands in surrounder. "I'm still waking up, so my brain's not all there."
I'm just glad Morgana isn't here, Akira thinks. Or else, this entire trip would be an argument between the two.
"Hey, guys," calls Mishima, approaching the group. "Just letting you know, the teachers want us to gather near the boarding gate soon."
"Alright!" Ryuji cheers with a fist pump. "About time! Thanks, man."
"No problem," Mishima says with a nod. "I'll see you guys later. There are still a few others I got to let know."
Ann turns toward the group as he departs with a sparkle in her eyes. "Hey, I just had a great time! Let's take a group picture. Heck, we can send it to Futaba and Yusuke!"
"That sounds good," Makoto agrees.
"I'm for it, too," Ryuji says.
"That settles it then," Ann concludes. "Everyone huddle up!"
"Wait," Akira voices, "where's my vote?"
"Oh, you were going to say yes," Ann teasingly remarks before scooting closer to youth. "Be our cameraman, leader."
Sighing fondly, Akira reaches for his cell phone to appease the energetic blond. Ryuji moves his other shoulder while Makoto shyly approaches from behind him.
"I-Is this where I'm supposed to stand?" Makoto asks, looking at Ann for guidance.
"Oh, yeah, definitely," Ann says. "And, make sure to smile. Now, go for it, leader!"
Akira angles the phone over his head. "On three, ok?"
Makoto looks at him questioningly. "As in one, two, three or –"
"Three!"
Click!
The yelp of surprise his senpai makes is worth the slight glare she sends his way.
Scratch that, Akira thinks. The glare only makes it better.
Despite Makoto's concerns, the picture turns out excellent. Ryuji looks pumped and energetic. Meanwhile, Ann appears radiant, her experience in modeling apparent. The photo captures Makoto with a flustered smile and blush that is surprisingly enduring.
"Dude," Ryuji chuckles, "how your glasses shine makes you like an evil mastermind in hiding."
Beep!
Akira blicks. Staring at his phone, he sees a notification about a text message from Futaba.
[Futaba S.] 428PM: I agree with Ryuji for once.
Reading the message over Akira's shoulder, Ryuji jumps. "WOAH, dude! How did she know?"
The group eyes their surroundings suspiciously.
Beep!
[Futaba S.] 428PM: LOL! I can see and hear you through Akira's phone.
Oh, dear god, thinks the raven-haired youth.
Bringing up his contacts, Akira presses Futaba's name and puts the call on speaker. When it picks up, Akira says, "Explain."
"I might have installed an app when you weren't paying attention."
Next to Akira, Ann gasps. "That's an invasion of privacy!"
"Now, wait just one second! For your info, I hadn't snooped at calls, messages, or pictures."
The group falls silent until Akira says, "But you can if you want, right?"
"Well, yeah. Why? Got something to hide?"
Now, the team's attention is fixed on their leader.
Hot steam blows out of Ryuji's nostrils. "Got any nudes of chicks?"
"What!? Ew, Perv!" Ann smacks Ryuji harshly on the back, beating Makoto to the punch.
"No," Akira says to Ryuji after the blond male finishes blurting out a list of choice words. "And, please don't look through my stuff."
"Got it, got it, I promise," Futaba says. "This is mainly a way to ensure you're safe, and I can find you if anything happens. You know, I am the original Medjed."
With that, the redhead hangs up, leaving the group in silent awe of her abilities.
"I'm so glad she isn't our enemy," Makoto says, breaking the silence.
"You and me both," agrees Akira. "Hey, everyone else is congregating by the gate. Let's head over so we don't get in any more long lines."
Walking towards the crowd of students, Akira slows in his steps and trails behind his friends. He takes a moment to bring up the picture and then forwards it to Haru.
Something fun to make her smile, he thinks.
As he considers this, another thought surfaces at the forefront of his mind.
Thank goodness we don't send each other any risqué pictures.
9/8
Jetlag is a strange feeling to Akira. Not accustomed to traveling via airplane often, Akira forgets about the lightheadedness from going through different time zones. It reminds him of when the team explores a deeper section of Mementos.
"Hey, man, get off," Mishima says when a sleeping Ryuji lolls his head onto Mishima's shoulder.
"Argh…" the unconscious youth replies.
Akira smirks at his sleeping friend next to him. Some people can adapt to any situation at any time of the day. Two rows further ahead of Akira, Ryuji, and Mishima, Ann calls for a steward, a petite woman wearing a fashionable blue uniform, for an iced coffee.
Akira yawns, considering Ann's request for iced coffee. Unfortunately, too much caffeine would make the rest of the flight hell if one wanted to sleep the rest of the way. Unless…
Akira reaches for the window blind to raise it and inspect the outside. Harsh, bright light peeks through the small opening. Akira squints, waiting a moment for his to adjust. When they do, the sight his narrowed eyes take in leaves him breathless.
An endless space of blue with dotted white clouds burns itself in his retina. The scene is a water painting brought to life, a marvel that demands his appreciation – something someone unfamiliar with air travel could only appreciate.
Leaning forward and glancing down, Akira sees their destination below. The way the land and sea curve themselves to meet in the middle. Akira views it as romantic – a telling sign that he is currently spending too much time with Yusuke.
Overhead, the voice of one of the flight attendants echoes throughout the aircraft.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our initial descent into Hawaii. We ask that you please return to your seats and ensure that your seatbelts are fastly secured on you at all times."
The excitement buzzing in Akira's mind is a drug that pumps waves of energy into the youth's lethargic limbs. Even Ryuji is screaming Whoa! into his ear is not enough to dampen his mood for their trip.
X
Somehow, despite six hours on a plane, numerous custom checks, and locating their luggage, the cool air and bright sunlight rejuvenate Akira's tired mind.
"Hawaii!" Ann chirps, smelling the air. "I love it. The tropical air is so nice!"
Ann turns, noticing a tan man in a floral shirt approaching her. "Hi, Ahola, you'll find the buses that take you to your hotel at the end of the terminal. Please follow the others when they arrive."
Ann, Ryuji, and Akira give the fellow a nod and watch him depart to provide other students with similar news.
"Heh, I like his shirt," Ryuji says.
"Oh, you would," Ann resorts.
Akira gives her a questionable look. "What's wrong with it? I like it, too."
Ann gives him a dubious look, then shakes her head. "Argh, it would make you guys look way too old! Forget it. Let's go. I see the others making a group where the buses should be."
Not ten minutes later, several buses arrive. The students enter them in an orderly fashion under the stern look of Ms. Kawakami. Not surprisingly, Ryuji sits next to Akria and marvels at everything outside the window he can see.
"Dude, dude, dude! Look at that blue ocean! Just look at it! It's so blue!"
Akira smiles at his friend's antics. While noticeably less enthused, the raven-haired youth is still happy. Still, the people walking on the sidewalk, clad in bathing suits and carrying surfing equipment, make him smile at the opportunity for new experiences. They pass small buildings that remind Akira of Japan.
And, what is he if not a fool hungering for new thrills?
Arriving at the hotel, Akira nearly gulps at the enormity of it. The interior is fancier than anything he's ever since, safe for perhaps one of the earlier palaces the team and he explored. Gathering their luggage, Ann, Ryuji, and Akira navigate away from the cluster of classmates and find themselves in a secluded corner.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Ryuji cheers. "Hawaii, here we are! Babes, here I come!"
"Calm down," Ann scowls. "I don't want people to think we're crazy because you can't control yourself."
"How are you not going wild right now?" Ryuji resorts. "We're in freaking Hawaii!"
"I've traveled with my parents before," Ann says. "I haven't been to Hawaii, but it reminds me of other places."
"Geez," sneers Ryuji to Akira. "Can you believe her? Some people have all the luck."
"Hey! Don't say it like that!" Ann turns to Akira. "But, hey, have you ever traveled out of Japan?"
"First time," Akira says. "Guess this means I've popped my travel cherry."
"Eww," Ann says with disgust while Ryuji laughs. "Don't say it like that, or else I'll think of you like Ryuji."
"Hey!"
Ryuji's loud voice gathers the attention of everyone around them.
"…I am SO embarrassed," Ann says.
"Hey, guys," says Mishima, walking over. "I guess I know which group is having the most fun."
"Please don't encourage them," Ann begs.
Before the conversation can continue, Miss Kawakami approaches the group with Makoto in tow. "This isn't your class, Sakamoto-Kun."
"Huh!? So, I can't hang with these guys?"
"No," Makoto says sternly. "It complicates roll call for third-years who keep track of it."
Ann has a sinister smile. "Since your class kicked you out, you came to ours. Makes sense. I can't think of many people who'd want to room with you."
"H-hey, people like me!"
Mishima makes a snorting sound. Akira wisely maintains a deadpan expression.
"Guys!"
Ryuji readies another comment when two girls from Akira and Ann's class approach the group.
"Takamaki-san, have you decided who you will be rooming with," asks the tall girl of the duo.
"If not," the shorter girl says, "do you want to join us?"
Ann gives Ryuji a "Haha" look before smiling at the two newcomers and saying, "Of course! I'd love to!"
With a goodbye and wink, Ann follows behind the two girls.
"So, freaking un –"
"Sakamoto-Kun, get back to your class," Ms. Kawakmai says.
Ryuji opens his mouth.
"Now."
Then, he closes it and begins to sulk, walking toward another group of students.
"So," Mishima directs to Akira, "can I room with you?"
"Sure."
In the distance, the group hears Ryuji groan.
X
Despite rooming with Mishima, either he or Akira spends time in their room after receiving their key. Instead, they unpack urgently, changing into different attire to accommodate their individual outing.
From what Akira gathers from Mishima's hasty explanation, the youth plans to explore tourist spots as his travel guide depicts.
Akira thinks it is an amusing idea, but it differs from what he and his friends have planned. Akira works excitedly, changing while responding to his friends to arrange where to meet up. Finally, he dons his navy blue swim shorts, matching sandals, and a white shirt. A quick glance at the mirror in the corner of the room satisfies him about his appearance, so he devotes his full attention to his phone.
So far, everyone has agreed on where to meet. Well, almost everyone.
[Haru O.] 1120AM: Apologies, I am tasked as the third year to keep tracking everyone's location at the front of the hotel.
Akira scratches his head in confusion.
[Akira K.] 1121AM: I need more clarification. You're doing what?
[Haru O.] 1121AM: I don't know why, but your response makes me smile, Aki 😊
After reading Haru's message, Akira blinks, the new nickname causing his chest to tighten.
[Akira K.] 1122AM: I don't know why I found that so adorable, but I suddenly want to hold you and kiss you all over….
[Haru O.] 1122AM:!
[Haru O.] 1123AM: I'm happy but confused! Do you really like the nickname?
Akira snickers, falling back on his bed. He waves at Mishima as Mishima exits the room, then checks that he still has time to spare before meeting his friends.
[Akira K.] 1124AM: I adore it….call me that privately. But no more getting sidetracked! What are you responsible for?
Haru takes a moment to reply. When she does, Akira receives a lengthy explanation of the responsibilities of the third-years on the trip. Essentially, they must document information whenever a student leaves the hotel, including the student's name, destination, and estimated return time. It is a task that the school deems appropriate for only third years, so every day, a new third year is selected to keep track of students for the entire day.
After reading the message and mulling over its unfairness, Akira realizes he is pushing the deadline to meet his friends. He quickly stores the room key, a towel, wallet, cell phone, and extra clothes in a bookbag and exits the room.
Shujin High's reputation as a prestigious school is made apparent by the extravagance of this hotel. Upon arriving at the hotel lobby, Akira scans the luxurious scene. His room is on the third floor, so traveling by stairs doesn't take long.
Decorative, bright walls with fun and festive paintings, high ceilings with chandeliers of hanging lamps with dozens of flowers running down its base, and orange cobbled flooring. Even the staff's colorful attire gave Akira the impression that he was mere steps away from the ocean – which isn't far off the mark.
Walking towards the exit, he spots someone sitting behind a table with a clipboard and pen. Akira smiles.
Wanting to surprise Haru, he approaches her and says, "Excuse me, beautiful, can I get your name?"
His question causes her to immediately straighten in her seat and then turn stiffy in his direction.
"Akira! Don't do that, please. I was so shocked that I froze."
"Shocked from being called you beautiful or of me?"
"Well –"
"Hey," he says, cutting her off.
Haru frowns at the interruption.
"Call me by my nickname again."
It takes Haru a moment to understand his demand. She turns away with a noticeable blush when she does. "Ah, that is r-random and…."
"I'll hug you and kiss you later if you do," Akira offers.
Sometimes, Haru's innocence surprises Akira. He sees her suck in her breath, her eyes wide as if she couldn't believe his words in public. Despite how intimate they have been, between the kissing, biting, and much more, random acts of affection still cause her to stutter. It is as adorable as amusing, and Akira can't find it in himself to stop anytime soon.
Haru tucks a hair behind her ear as she composes herself. Then, glancing around them to ensure no eavesdroppers, she whispers, "I expect to collect my reward soon, Aki."
Akira gulps. Slow as she is on the uptake, Haru becomes surprisingly daring once her ON button is flipped.
"You could always come with me to meet my friends, and I can give it to you on the way."
Haru's face hardens, and Akira already knows her answer. If there is one thing that Haru abhors, it is shrugging off her responsibilities.
"Akira, you know I can't do that. If I did, it would inconvenience everyone else. Not to mention the trouble it would cause."
"I know," Akira says. Then, stealthily, he reaches for her hand and squeezes it. "You think of others before yourself and stick to your responsibilities. One of the reasons I like you."
Akira restrains a smirk as her smile falls once he removes his hand. "So, I'll see you later, ok?"
"Yes," Haru says, "later."
"And let me know if you need anything, alright?"
Haru smiles and then nods. With that, Akira dashes for the exit. All his friends must be at the predetermined location or nearing the spot.
X
Miraculously, he makes it on time. And he is thankful he did. The sun overhead emits a pleasant warmth that colors the sand and ocean. As a result, the water looks bluer than he's ever seen, with no shortage of people coming and taking a dip.
Walking alongside the water are beautiful people in swim attire. Akira keeps his eyes on his friends and away from the risqué binkies or else suffer Ann and Makoto's wrath. Speaking of beautiful, Ann and Makoto's attire is nothing to scoff at.
Ann wears the same two-piece on their last venture to the beach with the entire team. As before, her smooth, creamy skin practically glows, and her alluring figure attracts even the attention of other men on their dates.
Makoto is similarly donned in the two-piece from their last beach venture, light lavender with a skirt swim bottom. While Ann is smooth and curves, Makoto's figure is more defined. Muscle subtly lines her arms, abs, and legs, emphasizing her beauty and strength.
Both males exchange rather obvious glances of appreciation at each other. While Akira knows Ryuji and his thoughts are wholly different, he imagines their premise is the same: damn, these girls are HOT! Thankfully, the girls are too busy taking in their environment to notice the appraising looks from Akira and Ryuji.
"Hm, y'know, I just can't tell whose hotter," Ryuji says, catching everyone's attention. "Some of these foreign girls or Ann and Makoto?"
Ann scoffs while Makoto glares at the blond youth.
Smooth, Akira thinks.
Ryuji looks at Akira, unintentionally trying to drag him down, too. "What do you think, man?"
"I think," Akira begins, fully aware of the glares his way, "that we should start exploring this place, or else we'll do nothing with our time."
Seemingly forgetting her ire, Ann jumps at the suggestion. "Oh, sounds good! Which direction should we go, right or left? Wait! Right, I am a righty, after all."
"Right, right it is," Akira says, smiling at Ann's energy.
Rolling his shoulders to push up the strap of his bookbag, Akira walks alongside Ryuji. Ann and Makoto walk a few paces behind, excitedly at the activity around him.
"Dude, dude, dude!" Ryuji's eyes scan their surroundings feverishly. "This place is freakin' awesome! What do you think we should do first? Maybe we can rent a jet ski!"
Akira laughs at the suggestion. The further they walk, the more they see, from people playing in the water to others lounging in long chairs and ordering drinks. They catch sight of a group of ten playing beach volleyball, and even Ryuji has enough tact to slow down and walk alongside Ann as she scowls to herself.
While the Kamishida incident was months ago, scars in Ann's heart understandably remained. Anything reminding her of the incident, even volleyball itself, sent the blond female into a contemplative silence – something she once disclosed to Akira after one of her photoshoots.
"Hey, hear that?" Akira asks his friends. "The music, I mean."
His friends nod, and this new factor is enough to pull Ann away from her thoughts. Smiling, Akira grabs Ann's hand and runs past the volleyball court.
"Huh!?"
Surprised, Ryuji and Makoto immediately race after them as the festive music becomes louder and louder.
"A-Akira! Wait, I'm losing my breath?"
Akira slows, and he and Ann take a moment to catch their breath.
"W-what was that about?" she says between huffs of air.
"The music excited me, so I wanted to see where it came from."
"Oh, well…thanks." Ann smiles, straightening herself.
Before Akira can respond, an annoyed Makoto catches up with Ryuji.
"Warn us next time you decide to take off suddenly," Makoto admonishes.
"Yeah," Ryuji says, "I was not ready for that."
"Sorry," Akira says, sharing a smile with Ann. "Hey, I see people dancing past that tiki bar. It must be where the music is coming from. Let's check it!"
"Yea!" Ann agrees with a cheer.
Forgetting her ire, Makoto nods with an amused expression.
"Heck yeah," Ryuji agrees once he catches his breath. "I bet they'll be pretty girls!"
The girls ignore his statement. Walking towards the tiki bar, Akira is both pleased and amazed at the sight before him. The music originates from this spot, which appears to be a piece of land owned by another hotel. However, what amazes Akira is the sheer number of people dancing before him and how loudly the music rings in his ear.
"Dude, what the hell!" Ryuji says in amazement.
The commentator speaks quickly and energetically into his microphone, a round man in sunglasses and a short-sleeve Hawaiian shirt. The people cheer. Akira has no idea what is being said.
Should have studied up more on my English, he laments.
Fortunately, Makoto translates for the group. "He's saying, erm, that for all the sexy, single ladies to step up to the platform to dance it up."
Sure enough, the men step off the stage, leaving a crowd of beautiful women lined up, ready to dance.
"Ann, Makoto, you guys gotta get up there!"
"What!?
"No way!"
Ann and Makoto instantly shoot down Ryuji's idea in their own ways.
"Wait, I got a somethin' to convince you otherwise."
Ann laughs. "Yeah, and what's that?"
"I dare you!"
"Huh?" Ann stares at the blond-haired youth as if he sprouted a second head.
"Yeah, or else…you're chicken!"
"H-hey, screw —"
"Chicken, chicken, chicken!"
Sure enough, the antics of both blonds are attracting unnecessary attention.
Even Makoto looks away, ashamed. "Can't these two ever act their age!"
"FINE!" Ann roars. "You want to see me dance, fine! So what? Makoto, let's go and show these boys!"
"W-wait, what does this have to do with meeee!"
With surprising strength, Ann drags the strongest member of the Phantom Thieves on stage with her. And the results are fantastic in the eyes of two young men.
"Ryuji…"
Akira raises his fist.
Ryuji wordlessly hits his fist against Akira's.
"Good job," Akria concludes.
X
"So, why do third-years have to keep track of everyone else during the day?" Akira asks a fidgeting Makoto.
"A-ah, well, ahem!"
The older girl steadies her racing nerves. Despite her best efforts, the blush across her face had not dissipated even after getting off the stage with Ann roughly fifteen minutes ago.
"Exhilarating," Makoto had said with a shaking smile. "B-but not something I want to do anything soon!"
Ann, on the other hand, was more enthused. "Suck it, Ryuji! Whose chicken now? Hey, they're going to be calling up guys soon, so why not wait and –"
"Yeah, no," was Ryuji's disinterested response. "I saw what I wanted."
"Wha!? You little – get back here!"
Next to Akira, Ryuji was still groaning from the harsh blow Ann had dealt to his back.
"Worth it," he had whispered, returning to Akira's side.
"Ok, I think I'm calming down," Makoto says. "So, you were asking about third-years and tracking duty?"
"Yep."
Makoto nods. "Well, keeping track of students while an overseas trip began when I was a first-year."
Akira slows his pace, raising a brow at Makoto's statement. Ryuji follows suit, and Ann momentarily stops glaring dangers at Ryuji.
Noticing that she has everyone's attention, Makoto continues. "You see, my school trip two years ago was to Hawaii, too. Most students were free to explore but had to be back for nighttime roll call. The problem was that two students – a second-year boy and a first-year girl – never made it to roll call on the first day."
"Woah," Ryuji comments, his face becoming grim. "What happened?"
"Hush," Ann says, "let her finish."
Makoto smiles at their antics. "Anyways, they were missing the next day, the next day, and the next day."
The smile on Makoto's face inches wider at the look of horror slowing coming on both blonds' faces.
"So, what happened!?" Ryuji demands, eyes wide in suspense.
"Yeah, yeah," Ann agrees, "don't leave us on a cliffhanger!"
"Well, after the second day, the school had no choice but to involve local law enforcement. Missing posters were put up within the day, the parents were contacted, and an investigation quickly began."
Akira gulps as Makoto pauses. Taking a moment to process the story, he asks, "And then?"
"They were found," Makoto says plainly.
"Huh!?"
"Wha, wait, how? Details!" Ryuji demands.
"Yeah, yeah!" Ann agrees.
Even Akira has a bemused expression at the story's supposed conclusion.
Makoto laughs. "What ended up happening is probably not as exciting as you imagine. You see, the two students were a couple. So once they got time alone, they traveled away from the hotel to stay at another hotel together."
"Oh, like a honeymoon," Ann gushes.
"Erm, something like that." Makoto shrugs. "The hotel clerk they were staying in had seen their missing poster and immediately contacted law enforcement. Unfortunately, the aftermath wasn't pretty. It took the students' parents a lot of begging and some hefty donations for the school not to expel them."
Makoto stops and turns toward the group to assess their reaction. "So, what do you think?"
Unsurprisingly, Ryuji is the first to comment. "Three days…in a hotel."
Makoto nods, not understanding the purpose of his statement.
"One boy and girl, alone…in a hotel room for three days. That is so –"
"Romantic?" Ann inputs.
"Hot!" Ryuji corrects. "Can you imagine all the hot, steamy se—"
This time, Makoto silences the blond youth with a stiff jab to his stomach.
"Argh," he groans. "Critical hit!"
Akira stares at his fallen friend in sympathy. After all, he was thinking the same.
"Ignoring the perv," Ann says, "let's go swimming! There's still daylight to burn! Then, we can shower, change, and check out the restaurants. Oh, I can't wait to try their food here!"
"Food!" Ryuji jumps up, rejuvenated. "I can use a mean hamburger."
Ann deadpans. "That's no different from food in Japan."
But Ryuji wags his finger at her. "I'm disappointed in you, Ann. We're takin' about a Hawaiian hamburger!"
"Hamburger this, hamburger that! We should get pancakes!"
"What!? How is that different from anything we can get from Japan, you sugar freak!"
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!?"
As war erupts between two blonds, Makoto taps Akira on his shoulder. "You want to ignore them and jump into the water?"
Akira nods. "Thought you would never ask."
X
"Heh, I can tell you had a good day," Mishima says, entering the room.
Akira rolls over with a groan from his bed. "Good or absolutely exhausting?"
"Hm, aren't those the same?"
As Akira is about to respond, a beep from his cellphone captures his attention. Reaching for the device on the nightstand, he sees a text from Haru.
[Haru O.] 948PM: I hope I didn't catch you sleeping. Would you like to go exploring with me tomorrow afternoon?
Akira smiles.
[Akira K.] 948PM: Sounds like a plan, Milady
[Haru O.] 949PM: 😊 Ok! I'm delighted. I can't wait!
"So," Mishima says, dropping his things on his bed and lying down. "Did anything interesting happen on your end?"
Akira puts his phone down and tries to stifle the smile on his face from Haru's text message. "Well, Ryuji convinced Ann and our senior to dance with other beautiful girls on a stage."
Mishima shoots up from the bed. "What! No way, Ryuji did!"
Akira nods at his friend's surprise. "I know, it was terrific. Want details?"
"Um, yeah! Afterward, I'll tell you about all the places I visited. I got souvenirs, too!"
"Huh, I need to hear about where you found some of those things," Akira muses, staring at the bag on the foot of Mishima's bed. From small wood carvings to miniature hats and masks, Mishima wasted no expense purchasing pieces of Hawaii.
"Anyway, so we were walking alongside the beach when…."