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I do not own the story and the concepts represented in this fiction. All Persona-related material belongs to Atlus, the fantastic company that created the games.
Author's Notes:
Happy Halloween! Somehow I managed to finish this chapter before heading out for the night! This chapter is a two-in-one, so it's extra long. I hope you enjoy it!
Comment to Reviews:
meatloverspizza: Thank you so much! As a fellow pizza lover, I love the name
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Frolonr: Only Akira was watching that video. If it sounded like Haru was watching it, I might have to rewrite it. On our main man seducing other girls, he can, but Haru might chop his nuts off. I plan to make this chick crazy!
woopsgoldberg: Hey, thank you so much for the feedback. I'm glad you enjoy character interactions. Creating Akira's personality from Persona 5 is a fun challenge. I imagine a sharky asshole who cares for others and secretly has mental conversations.
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Ganheim: Hey, what's up! I have to play Persona 5 Strikers soon. Everyone's told me the combat is on point. Also, I need more of our girl Haru getting screen time. Also, thank you for always pointing out my grammar mistakes. I am a bit of a perfectionist sometimes, so any opportunity to improve things is like an obsession.
Before
9/9
To wake up from a night's rest is like slowly rising from the ocean's depths to the surface. At least, it feels like that to Haru as her eyes slowly flutter open and register her surroundings.
Her first immediate thought is disappointment at the lack of her alarm clock. Its melodic tune always smooths her awake.
Sitting up, Haru scans her hotel room.
Two queen size beds are parallel to each other. A dresser, and a mini-refrigerator on the opposite wall of the beds, sit close to a lounge chair. Mounted above the dresser is the TV Haru hadn't used yet.
Then, Haru's favorite feature is the sliding glass doors to the room's small balcony. The blinds were obviously closed, but sunlight still flittered in through the translucent drapes.
Haru stands and begins to make her bed. Unfortunately, the bed belonging to her roommate, a girl in her history class, is messy and unmade. The girl's belongings, mainly on the floor, are equally disorganized.
Making her way to the long table, Haru collects her phone. She takes a moment to connect the device to the hotel's complimentary wifi before moving to the lounge chair. Unfortunately, technology has never been her strong suit. Playing with the device, Haru undergoes mental gymnastics to remember the process of bringing up an article she read the previous night.
It takes her five times longer than the average high schooler. Crossing her legs, the feel of her nightgown eases her anxiety as she begins to read.
The article's title is comical – What To Do When your Lover's Eyes begin to Wander!
X
As always, Makoto's choice of breakfast is health-conscious and boring. A bowl of egg whites, a single slice of toast, a side of grapes, and water. Taking a seat next to her, Haru sets her own plate of food down.
While choosing nothing overly fatty or sugary, Haru explores the hotel's culinary options. So, she tries the Portuguese sausage and Hawaiian French toast, much to Makoto's dismay.
"I promise to exercise hard when we return to make up for this," Haru says, noticing Makoto's narrowed eyes.
Makoto blinks. "Huh, what?"
"You're staring at my meal very hard since it goes against my nutritional plan, right?" Haru giggles. "Or, is it that you want to try some?"
Makoto chuckles, shaking her head. "While it does look appetizing, I'm more worried about Ann and Ryuji."
"Hm?"
Makoto points to the sausage and French toast. "If I know Ryuji, he'll be all over those sausages. While Ann will probably deplete the cafeteria of their supply of French toast."
Haru is thankful there isn't food in her mouth, or it may have flown out in a very unladylike manner. Collecting herself, she asks, "That sounds too extreme for you to be exaggerating?"
"Maybe," Makoto says, putting some of the egg on her toast. "I just don't understand how those two can eat so much."
Haru smiles and reaches for her knife and fork. "Are they very active?"
"Yes?" Makoto says, though in a questioning tone. "Anyway, all this food talk makes me think we should branch out in our workout routine."
Haru slowly chews a bite of the French toast, savoring its soft sweetness. The taste is divine. Carefully, she mulls over some practical training for the two of them.
"Running with weights," she suggests.
"That sounds challenging," Makoto nods before biting down on the toast.
"Yes, I agree. I got the idea while watching an older gentleman running with weights yesterday on the beach."
"If only we lived near a beach then," Makoto says with a sigh. "I never asked. Did you have much free time after student-tracking duty?"
"Not much," Haru admits with a shake of her head. "What did you do yesterday?"
Makoto's face blooms a bright red at the question. "Y-yesterday was…tiring?"
Haru restrains a giggle and takes another bite of the French toast. "That sounds like you have a fun tiring, though."
Makoto offers a strained smile. "If you can call it that.."
And so her ruby-eyed peer explains her adventures of the previous day.
Haru must admit that the sight of Makoto dancing on stage is something she'd like to see. However, she pushes down the mental picture of Makoto and Akira playing in the water together. Because imagining such a scene does not feel like lava filling her chest.
"T-that does sound very eventful," Haru concludes after Makoto's tale.
"I hope today will be more manageable." Makoto frowns pensively. "I have student tracking tomorrow, so I wouldn't want today's brand of craziness to affect my duty."
"It isn't something that requires much effort," Haru explains. "Though, it can be boring."
Makoto nods and pops a grape in her mouth. "What are your plans for today, anyway?"
"Oh, um…" Haru looks away for a moment. "Truly, I haven't thought of much."
"I see. Then, would you like to join my group?"
"Your group?"
"Yes. We're meeting after the roll call and exploring more of the nearby shops. You've met the majority of everyone, too."
"I…I would love to," Haru beams, overjoyed at the invitation. Besides spending time with Akira, she hadn't imagined she would spend time with anyone else.
"Great," Makoto nods. "We're meeting at the hotel entrance after roll call."
"Okay," Haru says. "I'll make sure to be there."
Other fellow students begin to depart from the cafeteria, making both young women aware of the time left. Haru stares down at the remainder of the Portuguese sausage. The food is sublime, but her full stomach protests the thought of another bite.
As she prepares to stand, a noise from Makoto gathers her attention. The ruby-haired young woman shares intently at Haru's plate.
"Do…you want the rest?" Haru asks.
Makoto becomes bashful. "Ah, well, if you aren't going to finish it."
Haru smiles, holding out the plate for her friend, which Makoto eagerly takes.
Makoto's breakfast was likely nowhere near filling for her, given their regular exercise routine. Still, Haru finds the usual stern young woman asking for something oddly endearing.
X
"Alright, roll call!" Ryuji barks, mimicking the overzealous third-year who had taken attendance.
Akira does his best to restrain a smirk. On the other hand, Ann gives the blond male a glare for being so rowdy in public. Yusuke simply ignores the blond's antics in favor of their beautiful surroundings.
"You guys have to admit," Ryuji says, "that guy has somethin' way up his –"
"I hope you aren't going to say something about an upperclassman, right?"
Ryuji straightens immediately as Makoto approaches the group. Alongside her is –
"Hello, everyone." Haru greets the group with a polite smile.
"You guys already know Haru, right?" Makoto glances at Yusuke. "Well, everyone but Yusuke."
"It is a pleasure to meet you," Yusuke says, extending his hand. "I am Yusuke Kitagawa, a first-year from Kosei High School."
Haru shakes his hand. "Kosei High School? Ah, the private art school. You must be very talented."
Yusuke gives a haughty laugh. "Thank you. While I still have much to learn, my skills are ever-increasing. Hmm, I can feel a refreshing beauty from you on that topic. Would you be interested in posing for an art piece?"
"Oh! Um, I – I don't know." Haru's face brightens at the artist's words.
"Let me answer for you," Ann intervenes, pulling Haru towards her. "Yusuke, remember that naked-o situation-o?"
"Ah, yes," the artist muses, putting a hand under his chin. Lost in thought, the artist is unaware of the looks of dismay his friends send his way. Even Akira is not entirely comfortable with the idea of Yusuke drawing Haru.
"Yeah," continues Ann, "well, after that fiasco, you are officially banned from one-on-one pictures until further notice!"
"Ah!" Yusuke crumbles as if struck by lightning. Ryuji is quick to support his fallen comrade.
"Ignore them," Ann says to which Makoto nods sagely.
Haru giggles at their antics. Then, without anyone noticing, she sends Akira a smile. Akira blinks and looks away to hide the flush on his face from the girl's unexpected attention.
"So, what do you guys want to do?" Ann asks. "Cuz, I don't know about you guys, but I can do some shopping."
"Hey, hey, hey, just wait a sec there," Ryuji voices. "I didn't get a chance to get any food this mornin'!"
Ann gives Ryuji a flat look. "And?"
"Hey, no sass from you," resorts the blond male. "I'm starving, so shouldn't we get lunch or somethin' first."
"So just because you missed breakfast, we all have to cater to what you want!?"
"Actually…" Meekly, Akira raises his hand, surprising the group. "I'm used to Morgana waking me, so I slept in and didn't eat either."
The group goes quiet at Akira's statement and gives him an inquiring look.
"What?"
Unsurprisingly, it is Ann who voices everyone's thoughts. "Well, it's just that you're the last person I'd imagine forgetting to do something."
"Yeah," Ryuji agrees. "You're always on top of everything, y'know?"
Akira shrugs. "You try living with a cat alarm for a few months. See how weird your sleep is without it."
His response elicits a giggle from Haru and Makoto.
"Morgana is a sweetie, though," Haru says.
"Loudmouth more like it," Ryuji resorts.
Ann drives her elbow into the blond male's stomach.
"Ah! What the hell!"
"Nothing! Just saving everyone from whatever strange comment you might make next."
Ann claps her hands. "Anyway, let's compromise! We do some quick shopping, then get some grub afterward!"
"Hey!" Ryuji voices. "That's not compromisin' anything! Joker and I still have to wait for food!"
The group falls eerily silent at Ryuji's proclamation.
"Joker?" Haru questions.
"That's our nickname for Akira," Makoto says quickly, shooting Ryuji a stern look. "Sometimes he makes the wildest jokes, so his nickname became Joker one day, and it stuck."
Haru frowns contemplatively at her friend's explanation. "Really, I think a nickname should be more affectionate sounding."
Then, staring at Akira with a glint in her eyes, she says, "Wouldn't Aki be much sweeter sounding?"
Akira restrains the chill running down his spine. Her gaze fixes him in place with something powerful and suggestive. Fortunately, no one notices the tension formulating between the two of them.
Ann covers her mouth to hide a giggle. "Aki? That sounds so adorable! Hehe…makes me want to think of a cute nickname for each of us."
Ann gives Ryuji an amused look, "How about Ryu?"
To which Ryuji responds, "No, not happenin'. Argh! Let's just go shopping. Anymore waiting, and I'll be as skinny as Yusuke."
The artist wordlessly cocks his head to the side.
X
Walking towards the mall entrance, Ann doesn't take long to find a store that piques her interest. The store's layout is separated into two sections, the left for men and the right for females. Akira inspects a rack of Hawaiian shirts. Next to him, Yusuke stares inquisitively at a mannequin, and Ryuji compares the swimming shorts.
Meanwhile, the girls huddle together next to a display of one-piece and two-piece swim attire.
"Hm, the swimsuits they have here are so color and decorative," Ann points out. She holds up a two-piece to show Haru and Makoto, causing both girls to blush.
"What? It isn't indecent or anything, right? Can you imagine one of us wearing this to the beach, it tight against our bodies…What do you think, Akira?"
Near the outskirts of the men's section, Haru spots a blob of messy black locks – Akira.
"Eavesdropping?" Ann questions with a smirk. Next to her, Makoto silently glares at the youth.
"What, me? Nonsense. You're trying to ruin my good name. But, if you want my opinion, the men of this island won't know what hit them if you wore that."
Almost automatically, Haru blushes. And, her guessing from Makoto's intake of air, she is equally affected.
Ann clicks her tongue. "Smooth as always, leader."
Haru looks at Ann questionably at the strange remark. Before she can question her, Ann continues. "Okay, who would look better in this, hm?"
Again, Haru feels heat rise to her face along with an increase in the throbbing in her chest. Next to her, Makoto looks to the side, her mouth forming a cross between a frown and a grin.
"Oh, to have a man judge one beautiful flower from another. To ask for this impossibility is the height of cruelty!"
Ann laughs. "Aha, what the heck! Okay, okay, you win. We've got to keep you and Yusuke separated because you sound too similar."
Makoto, in a similar state of laughter, agrees. "D-definitely! That actually made my stomach ache a bit."
The most composed of the trio, Haru, is smiling giggly.
After Akira returns to the men's section, the girls continue their search for a bit longer. Haru considers Akira's comment on their beauty and wonders if he would enjoy a more risqué swimsuit on her as she scans the swimwear display.
However, before she can pick one out, the group meets at the center of the store at Ryuji's request.
"Guyyys, I'm dying over here!"
"You're such a baby!" Is Ann's reply.
"Nope," Ryuji says. "These guys are just as hungry as I am, right?"
Akira shrugs. Yusuke mentions that he is always hungry as a starving artist.
"See!?"
"Fine! Can't go anywhere you!"
"So, where does everyone want to go?" Makoto asks. "If there are multiple locations, we can decide by majority."
"I would like to make a request," Haru states quickly.
Makoto turns to her and nods encouragingly. "Sure. What do you recommend?"
"Well, I'm happy with anything, but I'd like to rule out one establishment." Haru shakes her head. "Just anywhere but Big Bang Burger."
Ryuji looks personally offended at Haru's request, while Yusuke looks on in curiosity. Akira nods, though internally, he is just as curious as Yusuke.
"Hey, that's fine," Makoto says. "I don't think anyone wants to travel just to have the same cuisine available at home."
Ryuji appears ready to refute her claim until Ann hushes him.
"I'm with you, Haru," Ann agrees. "Who wants some greasy burgers when we get something sweet, sweet, sweet!"
"Yuck!" Ryuji says. "How can you eat so much sugary stuff? You'll be an old ballon without teeth at the rate you're going."
Ann freezes. Almost robotically, she turns toward the blond male. "What did you say?"
"I said – ah! Bad panther!"
In an act noncharacteristic of the blond model, Ann begins yanking Ryuji's hair. The action is so random that even Makoto is too surprised to intervene. Instead, she shoots Akria a desperate plea to control the two rowdy blonds.
Haru is equally baffled at the sudden violence. When Makoto glances at Akira, Haru wonders how the quiet teen can reel in two people with such volatile personalities. She wonders this until she notices a distinct change in Akira's demeanor.
His posture becomes more relaxed and open yet confident. His gaze, sharp behind his glasses, softens yet still maintains unquestionable steel to them.
"Ann, Ryuji," he calls.
Like magic, the two freeze and then turn towards the raven-haired youth. Akira approaches them, taking care to remove Ann's hand from Ryuji's head, and places himself between them.
"Less flirting in public, huh," Akira remarks.
His comment earns him a repulsed look from Ann. "Huh! Yeah, right, he wishes!"
"Even if she was the last girl in the world," begins Ryuji before Akira decides to intervene.
"Hey, let's compromise here," Akira suggests. "That diner we went to yesterday had burgers and a pretty nice breakfast menu with chocolate crepes."
"The burgers were pretty good," Ryuji says with a thoughtful look.
"And those crepes, whatever sauce they put on top of them, was the best!" Ann considers.
The two blonds glance at each other, communicating silently with their eyes, before nodding.
"Alright, I'm for it," Ryuji says.
"Yeah," Ann agrees. "Wait, what do the rest of you guys think?"
"I'm okay with it," Makoto says.
"I as well," nods Yusuke. "Though, my funds seem to be a tad bit –"
"Dude," Ryuji interrupts. "You still owe me from the last two meals I got you!"
"Ah, yes. Hm." Yusuke puts a hand under his chin in deep contemplation.
"Hey, don't ignore me!"
Haru restains a giggle at the group's odd interactions. Somehow they are more chaotic than she imagined. She wonders how Makoto, ever the studious and stern, became so close to them.
"Haru, you okay with the diner idea, too?" Makoto asks.
"Yes, it sounds great. Since we are on this trip, I think I'll try those crepes Ann was talking about. But don't worry! I'll be sure to exercise diligently when we get back."
"I'm glad you take the diet and workouts so seriously. It makes it easier to keep myself up with you so dedicated." Makoto laughs.
Haru and Makoto continue to chat as the group drifts away from the shopping mall. More stores become visible toward the outskirts of the premie, dazzling the teens at the variety and extravagance of the tourist area. Led by Ryuji, the teens travel up a cobbled street that leads to a narrow intersection.
"And… it's right over there." Ryuji points to a peculiar building on the next block with a particular tiki roofing and palm trees.
"Oh, I can't wait!" Ann chirps.
Haru is equally excited – the talk of sweets and crepes making her mouth water despite her early breakfast. Then, before crossing the street, something catches her eye. Quickly, she stops Ann and Makoto.
"What's up, Haru?" Ann asks.
The boys stop, looking at the girls, confused. Haru bites her lip and sends Ann a pleading look. Fortunately, the blond girl is as empathic as she seems and shoos the boys away.
"Hey, go on and get us some seats. We got to check something out."
"Huh, what are we? Your errand boys or something?" Ryuji says with an eye roll.
"Just go," Ann urges. "We'll catch up to you guys soon."
Akira nods, pulling on Ryuji's arm. "Come on, think about the burgers and fries, huh?"
To the girls, he says, "Message us your orders, alright?"
With that, the boys continue toward the diner. Once they are an earshot away, Ann turns toward Haru.
"So, what is it?"
"Well…" Haru points to their left, a small yet decorative woman's clothing store. Displayed behind the glass are various different styles of swimsuits.
Ann smiles.
Makoto looks confused. "Swimwear?"
"Oh, come on," Ann urges. "We didn't get to really buy anything at the other store. Haru has the right idea. We'll just browse around and maybe find something nice."
"Actually," Haru spoke up, gathering Ann and Makoto's attention, "that's actually what I wanted to talk about."
Haru pauses, organizing her thoughts under her friends' gazes. She thinks about the online article she's been reading and its somewhat controversial advice. Then, she considers the swimsuits at the other clothing store and Akira's reaction to them.
She wonders if it is wrong for her to dedicate so much time thinking about this. If the desire to dazzle Akira isn't becoming some sort of obsession. But when she thinks of him looking in awe at her appearance, the decision is already made.
"I would like help picking a more…eye-catching swimsuit," Haru confesses, blushing.
Ann and Makoto continue staring at Haru. Ann reacts first, smiling and taking Haru's hand in hers.
"Well, you heard her, Makoto! Let's do some shopping!"
Makoto chuckles to herself and follows behind the two. "Updating my swimwear does sound fun. I'm sure the boys won't mind waiting a bit."
X
"What do you think there doin'?" Ryuji questions.
"Shopping, probably," Akira replies.
Yusuke hums in agreement.
The trio is seated in the second booth closest to the entrance. Yusuke and Ryuji sit together while Akira sits across from them.
"Hold on," Akira voices, feeling his phone beep. "That's probably them messaging their drinks."
Sure enough, Makoto sends a message about their orders and drinks – Haru and Ann are likely too preoccupied in whichever store. A waitress approaches them, takes their orders, and readily nods when Akira explains three more will join them.
Ryuji's eyes never leave the waitress, even when she walks away.
Scratch that, Akira thinks. Ryuji's staring even more.
"Damn, the girls out here are just built differently. Y'know?"
"Their beauty and demeanor do seem more vibrant," Yusuke agrees.
"Yeah!" Ryuji nods. "Like, the butt-to-chest ratio is so much more – "
The blond makes an open-palm expression to emphasize his point.
Akira says, "Don't let Makoto hear you saying that. Or Ann…or anyone but us, really."
The trio laugh. Ryuji continues in his rant about the advantages of foreign girls. Yusuke appears to listen intently, but who knows what goes on in the artist's mind?
Meanwhile, Akira stretches. He takes a moment to look at his surroundings and the decorative interior of the restaurant and relax in the peaceful atmosphere. Miles away from home and Shujin, the raven-haired teen feels a peace he didn't imagine was possible.
No school, judgy peers, annoying teachers, and the threat of detention centers. And most importantly, no life-or-death scenarios in the minds of complete psychos. Akira can let his guard down.
One day, he thinks, I should come back here.
Soon after having that thought, Akira catches sight of a familiar face walking past the restaurant. In his relaxed state of mind, he doesn't hesitate to go after them.
"Hifumi!" Akira calls, exiting the diner.
The girl jumps, then turns wide-eyed at him. "Kurusu-san?"
Seeing the surprise on her face, Akira wants to kick himself for casually addressing her. Fortunately, the recent lineup of his other selves has grown to include the human-faced starfish Kaiwan.
A wave of hopefulness and joy overcomes him, donning the persona.
"My Shogi-master of a teacher here, in Hawaii? I must be dreaming."
Togo-san giggles at his exaggerated quip. "Why would you be dreaming? I'm assuming that your school has their trip here, too?"
"Wow," Akira says, wide-eyed, "intelligent and able to read my mind. No wonder I like being around you so much."
Now, Togo-san openly laughs, her eyes gleaming in amusement. He isn't usually this witty, playful, or even energetic. But, the personas of the Star Arcana affect him like strong coffee, making the Fool want to burst into song.
A couple approaches the restaurant, so Akira moves to the side to give them entrance. Togo-san mimics him, moving in tandem to continue their conversation.
"So, you're in Hawaii. Beautiful sun, beach, and weather. How has the most interesting person I know been spending it?"
Akira wonders if he's leaning too much toward the Star Arcana because it takes Togo-san a moment to realize he's talking about her.
"Most interesting…? O-oh, me? H-Hey, stop that…." Togo-san says, looking away bashfully.
Akira decides to rein in some of his energy. "Alright, I'll behave. But, really, how have you been spending your time?"
"Mostly exploring, really. I'm meeting a group of girls from my class to check out the outside mall. I've heard it's gorgeous."
"It is," Akira agrees. "I just came from there with some friends. Now we're here for lunch. You said you meeting your friends now, right?"
"Well, I might be a bit early, but yes. Very soon."
"Too bad," Akira sighs. "I wanted to invite you to have lunch with us. I think you'd love the gang."
"Oh…" Togo-san deflates. "I wish I could, but I already made plans."
"Hey, I'm not saying this to guilt you or anything. Go have fun with your friends. Maybe we'll get a chance to meet up later. If not…" Akira sends her a conspiratorial wink. "Just get ready for the butt-kicking you have in store when we play Shogi again."
Togo-san straightens, and competitive glint flares in her dark green eyes. "A challenger appears to try and storm my kingdom, I see. Then, I will await our battle!"
Akira bows, matching her energy and zeal. "I am a lowly peasant, but you shall bear witness to me becoming king!"
A beep from Togo-san's phone gathers her attention. "That's my friends. I've got to go, but I look forward to our match."
Akira waves at her as she departs. "Same, don't go easy on me!"
He's ready to turn toward the restaurant when the sight of three pairs of eyes stop him in place – Ann, Makoto, and Haru with shopping bags in each of their hands.
"Wow, leader," Ann voices. "If I didn't know better, I'd say to were a quite the playboy."
"He certainly doesn't look the type," Makoto chimes in. "But, it is the ones you least expect."
Haru opts to remain silent, a small, deary smile etched on her face. Her response, or lack thereof, worries the Fool.
Akira quickly dons Legion of the Fool Arcana. When in doubt, the persona of the Fool Arcana is the most reliable for interacting with groups.
"No need to sully my already questionable reputation. She's Hifumi Togo, goes to the same school as Yusuke, and is a friend. She's teaching me Shogi. Anyways, let's go in. I'm starving."
Ushering the trio inside, the group takes a moment to rearrange themselves. The waitress is kind enough to bring two chairs to the edge of the booth. Yusuke and Ryuji sit across Makoto and Ann, with Ryuji and Ann at the end. Then, next to each other on the two chairs sit Haru and Akira.
Once settled, the waitress returns with their food and drinks.
Ryuji wastes no time scarfing down his burger. "Sho, what dide yo guys buy?"
"Don't speak and chew, please," Makoto admonishes.
Ann, not wanting to receive a similar scolding, chews and shallows the sugary crepe. "Oh, you know. Some good stuff…bras, swimsuits, string unmentionables."
"Ann!" Makoto shouts, nearly spitting her drink.
"B-but look at his face! It's so red!" Ann laughs uncontrollably.
Adjacent to the prankster, Akira is thankful for his stoic expression, saving him from sharing Ryuji's fate.
"And come on," Ann continues, "it's rude to ask a lady questions like that?"
"Truly?" Yusuke ponders out loud. "I suppose I must hold in my curiosity as well."
"That is for the best," Makoto nods.
Akira picks up a French fry watching in amusement Ryuji's still-red face and Yusuke's curious confusion. As he raises the potato to his mouth, a sudden pressure assaults his head – from the inside?
Lamia of the Empress Arcana is reacting; usually, only one thing causes the Libyan queen to stir.
Akira sneaks a glance at Haru as stealthfully as he can, only to find the girl's doe-like eyes looking back. She quickly looks down at her plate, an embarrassed blush spreading across her face that Akira considers adorable. He wants to talk to her and ask her what's on her mind, but something tells him he should wait.
X
"Hm, the requests just keep on compiling," Mishima mummers.
Akira looks up from his phone to glance at his roommate. Like him, Mishima is on his bed, staring intently at his mobile device. Akira considers entertaining Mishima and his dedication to everything Phantom Thieves related but honestly cannot muster the will.
Lying lazily in his bed, the Fool wants nothing more than to enjoy his room's comforts and bask in mindless oblivion. After two days of running around with his friends, he deserves well-earned rest. Unfortunately, Mishima has no way of knowing this.
"Hey, hear this out," says the short-spiky-haired teen. "Some president of this big company is really rising in the ranks. The company's called Okumura Foods…."
Okumura Foods, Akira mentally recites. Why does that sound familiar?
The Fool ignores Mishima to consider the name of the firm. When nothing comes to mind, Akira dismisses the thought and returns to the televised cat videos playing on his phone. Goodness, he misses Morgana.
Knock! Knock!
Akira groans.
Across from him, Mishima stands. "Who can that be?"
"You mind checking? I'm kind of busy."
"Huh, oh, sure."
When Mishima returns, a spiky-haired teen is trailing behind him casually – this one blond.
"Sup, guys," Ryuji says, planting himself at the foot of Mishima's bed.
"What are you doing here?" Mishima asks.
Ryuji makes a sound that mixes a groan and a scoff. "You guys won't believe this. My roommate and I are just hanging out when here comes this knocking out of nowhere. The dude's girlfriend walks in."
Ryuji pauses to look at them dramatically. To pacify the blond, Akira rolls on his side to better listen to the story.
"So, everything's cool. I mean, it's kinda weird that the guy's girlfriend is in the room, but she's cool. I don't care and just go back to watching stuff on my phone. But then…shit gets effin weird! They start kissing and stuff!"
Once again, Ryuji pauses to glare dramatically at Akira and Mishima. Akira has to admit. Ryuji's tale is far more interesting than watching cats smack cups off counters.
"So, there I am, trying really hard to focus on my phone and praying they'll leave the room or something. Nope! Clothes start coming off! Like I saw this girl's tits! She's in the class next to mine! Her tits are huge!"
When Ryuji stops his tale and makes groping gestures with his hands, Akira and Mishima stare at each other in confusion.
"Ryuji!" Akira shouts.
"Huh, wha?"
"Cut that out, man."
"Yeah," Mishima agrees. "You're creeping me out!"
"Sorry, sorry, but damn, she was hot! Anyway, then the weirdest thing happens!"
"They ask you to join?" Akira ventures with a smirk.
When Ryuji stares at the Fool, Akira's smile begins to fall. "Wait, they did?"
"No!" Ryuji denies. "That might have been less creepy. The guy asked if I could record them!"
Silence befalls the trio as Akira and Mishima digest Ryuji's tale. Then the two begin to uncontrollably laugh.
Ryuji cries, "Hey! I'm not lying, I swear!"
Mishima tries to relieve their friend's worry in between fits of laughter. "I – I know! Oh, gods, my sides!"
"R-Ryuji." Akira pauses to intake air. "We believe you, don't worry. That's why we're laughing. Only you would find yourself in that situation out of everyone here."
"What!? No way, what about Yusuke?"
"Yusuke wishes that would happen to him."
"What – but, ah, shit, you're right!" The blond chuckles. "Damn crazy would probably ask to draw it, too!"
The trio howl in laughter at the absurdity of such a situation.
"Anyway," Ryjui says, wiping his eye, "since I can't go back. I was planning to crash here."
Mishima glances at Akira, who shrugs, before saying, "That shouldn't be a problem. You can have the sofa and –"
Knock! Knock!
"Who the heck is that?" Ryuji questions.
"Maybe the couple is looking for you?" Akira says.
"Dude…don't even joke about that."
Once again, Mishima goes to open the door and is trailed by a blond.
"Ann! What the heck are you doing here!?" Ryuji shouts.
"Not so loud! Do you want the entire school to hear you?" Ann complains. "Look, the girl I'm rooming with went to see her boyfriend. She took the key with her, so I'm locked out!"
"Wait," Ryuji says slowly. "Is your roommate a short brunette wearing a pink hoodie and shorts?"
"Um, yeah. Why do you know that?"
"No reason! No reason whatsoever. Moving on! What are you doing here now?"
"To sleep, of course," Ann confesses as if it's the simplest thing in the world.
"S-sleep?" Ryuji echoes weakly.
"Yeah," affirms the blond female, not noticing the disbelieving look on the males' faces.
"There are three dudes here," Ryuji continues.
"Yeah…I can count."
"Really? Cuz if you could, you'd realize there's no way you can sleep in a room with three guys!"
Akira agrees, and by Mishima's stiff face, he agrees, too.
"It's no problem!" Ann boasts. "I trust you guys!"
"You should go back," Akira sighs. "Or, if you can't, reach out to Makoto to stay in her room."
"Makoto's not picking up." Ann pauses to look at her phone. "It's eleven at night. She told me that she usually goes to bed at ten."
"L-look," Mishima voices, finally finding his bed. "Akira and I would like to help you both, but…we've only got two beds."
"Someone's going to have to sleep on the floor," Akria points out, giving Ann and Ryuji flat stares.
Hearing this, both blondes stare at each other.
"I call dibs on the sofa!" Ann declares.
"You can't call dibs," Ryuji fires back.
"Just did, loser!"
Akira stands. Used to their bickering, he is ready to intervene before any more arguing can erupt.
"Why don't we play a game?" Akira suggests with a sigh.
Everyone is silent until Mishima says, "A game?"
"Yep," he nods, walking to the right side of his bed. He reaches for his duffel bag and carefully inspects its contents. Then, he holds up a deck of playing cards for everyone to see. "It's simple. We'll each draw a card. The two with the highest values get the bed. The third highest gets the sofa, and the last place, well…the floor shouldn't be too stiff with pillows and a comforter."
Akira eyes each person in the room. "So, you guys in?"
X
"Argh! Why is it me sleeping on the floor?" Ryuji growls.
"Don't complain," Ann says. "You lost fair and square."
Ryuji just groans.
Ann suddenly adds, "Oh, since I'm staying here tonight, we need to set up some ground rules!"
"Ground rules?" Akira yawns from his position on the other bed.
"Yeah! Like, no snoring or anything."
"Um, I don't think you can control that when you're sleeping," Mishima voices from the sofa.
"Yeah, and knowing you, you probably snore the loudest." Ryuji is quick to say.
"Heck no," Ann fires back. "Look. Okay, since there is a girl here, can you guys make sure to leave the toilet seat down."
Akira snorts while Ryuji rolls his eyes.
A sudden beep from Akira's phone startles the group. The Fool quickly mutes the device and reads the message. His eyes widen.
When he notices everyone eying him, Akira lies, "Sojiro just texted me randomly. Said he wanted to make sure I'm fine."
Ryuji lets out a huff. "I knew it! For how stiff he can be, the Boss does care."
"The guy Akira is staying with?" Mishima asks.
"The same," Ann replies. "He makes the best curry and coffee."
Akira nods in agreement, not paying much attention to their discussion to reread the text message.
[Haru O.] 1150PM: Are you still awake?
[Akira K.] 1150PM: No, I'm sleeping
[Haru O.] 1151PM: Great! Meet me at the staircase on the first floor. I have something to show you
Akira feels his heart drum loudly in his chest.
Something to show him?
Near midnight?
The Fool gulps. This situation couldn't be what Akira was thinking….could it?
[Akira K.] 1151PM: Show me what?
[Haru O.] 1151PM: I want to claim my reward
If Akira's heart was loud before, it is deafening now.
"Hey dude," Ryuji calls, "you alright? You look pale?"
"S-Sojiro's making me work overtime when I can get back."
Ann laughs. "So much for him caring."
"You guys talk so much about this café, I might have to visit," Mishima says.
"You should," Ryuji agrees. "Ann's not lying when she says the food rocks!"
Akira nods, hearing Ryuji's words, then quickly messages Haru back.
[Akira K.] 1151PM: I'll be there
Before he can stand, he receives another message.
[Haru O.] 1151PM: Be sure to bring swim attire!
Akira blinks, reading the message, then nods to himself to take action. The Fool reaches for his duffel bag and maneuvers around Ryuji toward the bathroom as the others continue to chat.
"Huh, what's up, man?" Ryuji questions.
"Make sure to leave the toilet seat down," Ann voices before Akira closes the bathroom door.
He can still hear their voices from inside the bathroom and the beginnings of another argument between both blonds. Akira ignores them as he begins to sort his belongings. Quickly, he dons his swim trucks underneath his shorts and puts on his shirt again.
Then, before exiting the room, he considers what to tell his friends. Telling them he will meet his Senpai for a late-night swim does not sound ideal.
Hm, he thinks. I need some excuse to leave without any one of them wanting to come along.
He sees the toilet paper roll critically and then moves to the rolls packaged underneath the floating vanity.
It's stupid enough to work, he thinks.
When Akira exits the bathroom, all the toilet paper, minus the one in the holder, is stuffed neatly in his bag.
"Did you put the toilet seat down?" Ann asks.
"For the love of everything…! Shut up about that, Ann!" Ryuji demands.
"Hey, someone's got to keep this place somewhat habitable."
Akira opts to ignore them in favor of placing his duffel bag on the right side of his bed. "Guys, we're almost out of toilet paper. I'll head to the reception area to ask for some more."
"We're out?"Mishima ponders with a frown. "I could have sworn we had a few more packaged near the vanity."
"Nope, none," Akira quickly affirms. "Maybe one of our two blond guests stole them."
"Hey!" Both blonds shout.
"Kidding," Akira says, putting on his sandals. "Anyways, I'll be back in a bit."
"Eh, sure, you don't want to wait until tomorrow?" Ann asks. "Before coming here, I waited twenty minutes at the reception area to ask for another key, but no one showed up."
"They didn't want to deal with you," Ryuji mummers.
"What was that!?"
"Nothing!"
Mishima laughs at their antics.
"I'll just hang there for a bit to see if I can find anyone. If no one pops up, I'll head back. And maybe I'll pick up a snack on the way."
"Oh, can you bring me something back?" Ryuji requests.
"Sure," Akira shrugs. "Just text me."
Without another word, Akira exits the room.
"…Wasn't Akira acting kind of weird just now?" Ann questions.
"Only weird thing here is that you're in this room," Ryuji fires back.
"Okay! That's it, you want to go you-want-to-be blond!"
Mishima rests his head on his palm to watch the inevitable show. Maybe if he texts Akira for some popcorn, the raven-haired youth will come through with it.
X
When the Fool nears the emergency stairs, he realizes that he left his wallet – with the door key – and cell phone on the nightstand by his head. He hoped Ryuji wasn't serious about wanting a snack.
The inside of the emergency staircase is brightly lit and feels closed-in. But Akira does not pay that any mind as he races down the stairs. When he reaches the second floor, he sees a figure with a straw hat leaning against the first-floor wall.
Closing the distance, Akira slows his steps until he stands in front of his auburn-haired Senpai. He feels his heart leap at the sight. Goodness, he is not prepared.
She's wearing a pale blue embroidered longline kimono. The material is transparent enough to catch glimpses of her swimwear and skin underneath. Her straw hat is curved, and a matching pale blue ribbon is tied across its base. On her feet are brown sandals – its two straps curve inwards, connected by a pin in the shape of a flower. All in all, she is the ideal mesh of sexy and elegance.
"Akira?" Haru calls his name slowly, gauging his reaction.
He blinks, realizing he's been staring at her for the last few seconds. Akira breathes, quickly dons Lamia of the Empress Arcana, and smiles.
"An upperclassmen calling their junior for a late-night rendezvous. Hm, that's pretty bold."
She blushes like he expects at the implication of his words. However, her eyes remain relaxed and mischievous.
"Yes, well, maybe it is what're you imagining."
Akira doesn't know to respond. He watches Haru reach for a beach bag hidden behind her legs. Inside, he sees neatly folded towels.
"So, am I right in assuming we're going for a late-night swim?"
"Something like that," Haru nods. "Though, I don't want to spoil the surprise."
Before Akira can respond, Haru takes his hand and pulls him along toward the exit door. Akira follows along willingly, part of him curious and the other intrigued at the girl's boldness.
The cool air outside chills his skin, and the night sky in Hawaii is an absolute marvel. Akira wants to enjoy this spur-of-moment adventure but dread surfaces when he thinks about his particular circumstances.
"I'm guessing this isn't something the school approves," Akira says.
"Hm?"
"I…really can't get caught doing something like this because of my probation."
Haru lets go of his hand to stop in front of him.
"Don't worry, " she says. "This is a secret, but third-years receive more leeway than the underclassmen. As long as we stay near the hotel, we'll be okay. And…I'd never let you get in trouble like that."
Cue the sounds of my heart pounding, Akira thinks. She's dangerous.
Akira doesn't respond immediately. When he finds his voice, he says, "Alright…lead the way."
Haru smiles and holds out her hand again. Akira doesn't hesitate to accept it. They continue the rest of their walk in silence. Even this late at night, the beach isn't completely deserted, with some locals and fellow tourists walking by the tiki bars. Still, the dim lighting makes the atmosphere feels charged and intimate.
As they progress further down the beach, Akira notices something. The number of people begins to thin. What remains is primarily couples.
"We're almost there," Haru says.
She leads him to a secluded spot close to the water. Two reclining beach chairs underneath an umbrella face the water with a small square table between both chairs.
Akira has many questions but opts to stay silent as Haru places the beach bag on the sand and sits on the chair to the left. As Akira sits on the chair to the right, a native – attired in a buttoned-up Hawaiian shirt and apron – approaches the duo.
Akira watches, mystified, as Haru and the waiter converse in English. He can make out some words, but his one-year-and-a-half English class has not prepared him for this.
"Arkia?" Haru calls. "What would you like to drink?"
"I'll just have one of what you're having."
Haru nods and relays this to the waiter.
When the gentleman departs, Haru turns to Akira and asks, "Is everything to your liking?"
Akira gulps. "It…sure is something. To be honest, I have no idea what's going on."
Haru laughs nervously. "Maybe…maybe this is too much. I wanted to surprise you with something different. Since we're here, I thought time by the beach would be best."
"I'm happy," Akira says quickly. "Really. This is amazing. All of it. I'm just confused on how…this is a reward for you?"
"Oh." Haru places a finger under her chin, rolling her eyes upwards. It is her thinking face that he has become accustomed to seeing. "As long as we do something together, that is more than enough for me."
Akira sucks in a breath of air. Really, adorably charitable remarks like that will be his death.
"And," Haru continues, "it gives us privacy, right…Aki?"
Scratch that, the Fool thinks.
Not even a persona of the matching Arcana can lessen the influx of emotions coursing within him. He wants to go over to her and kiss her silly.
Fortunately, the waiter returns with their drinks, giving the Fool time to collect his wits.
Placed on the table are two bluish-yellow drinks with tiny umbrellas sticking out of the glass.
The drinks go ignored.
"You're treating me like an emperor," Akira says. "I might have to give you two rewards."
Haru blushes. "I chose this spot because it is so secluded."
As she says this, Akira looks around them. Sure enough, where they are sitting is off to the side of the nearest tiki bar. Behind them, the sand rises upwards, so no one can spot them unless they walk close to the edge.
Haru stands and begins to untie the sash of her kimono. Akira's heartbeat reaches his ears. He tries not to visually gulp. Underneath her kimono, Haru is wearing a dark two-piece bikini. It features a strappy design with braided detailing, emphasizing her chest, lower stomach, and back. It covers enough to appear mildly bold but would still be eye-catching during the day.
Throwing her kimono onto her seat, the Empress gives the Fool a look over her shoulder. "W-what do you think?"
Goodness, even her nervousness, makes the situation more endearing.
"I think…that…wow."
Akira's brain fails him. Fortunately, Haru seems to understand. "T-thank you."
She reaches for her bag to take out the towel she's prepared. After throwing one at Akira and placing hers on her seat, Haru rushes toward the water.
The Fool watches her go for a moment, mesmerized, before quickly stripping down to his own swimsuit and following after her.
"Ah!" Haru cries in surprise.
Feeling the waves submerge his feet, the Fool experiences a similar jolt of shock.
"I-I didn't think it'd be this cold," Haru stammers.
"Me either, but I know a quick solution."
"What's that?"
Without warning, Akira cusps handfuls of water and sends it her way.
"Ah! No, Akira, please stop!"
At this point, Akira's chasing after her as the petite girl dashes away. He's probably ruining the mood, but he's having too much fun to care. Then, when Haru reaches her boiling point, the Empress turns around. Faster than he can react, impressive considering his Metaverse ventures, Haru grabs his wrists, kicks his feet, then submerges him underwater.
Akira begins to panic. Not only did she surprise him, but she sat on top of him, pinning him down. Then, as quickly as it starts, it ends, and he's being helped to his feet.
"I told you to stop," huffs his Senpai.
Akira sucks in a breath of air. After surviving whatever that was, he feels a million things, but one thing takes precedence– the damn cold. So, being a logical person, Akira reaches for the nearest source of warmth.
"Ah!"
The Fool smiles happily while the Empress lets out a sound of surprise from the sudden embrace.
"That wasn't nice," Haru admonishes, leaning into the hug.
"Helped get us used to the water, though," Akira resorts.
"Well…" Haru sighs. "Yes, I suppose it did."
She giggles, wrapping her hands around him. "Sorry that I, um, did a takedown on you. It's something Makoto taught me. I've never actually used it on someone until today."
Akira laughs. "Makoto's teaching you self-defense, right? Should I be scared?"
"Only if you spray me with water, Aki."
"I need a nickname for you. Hm, actually, maybe we can think of something for everyone?"
Haru perks up at his statement. "Well, for Makoto, I actually thought of something."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, but…promise not to laugh."
Akira stifles a smile. "Shoot."
"Mako-chan…"
"That's…surprisingly cute for Makoto. Though, not something I could call her by."
"Really…!" Haru shivers, the nightly wind sending shivers down her spine.
"Still cold?"
"A bit?"
"Come closer."
"I don't think that is physically possible," Haru laughs.
"Well, we can do this."
Akira kisses the Empress, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her. His desire for warmth and the petite girl fuels his boldness. And he isn't the only one feeling an overwhelming urge for closeness. Akira breaks the kiss, gasping when Haru's small hand runs down the length of his member through his swim shorts.
"Haru…?"
Instead of a reply, Akira feels Haru's hand slip underneath his trunks to stroke his member. The Fool's head begins to swirl, and the warmth from Haru's hand meshed with the cold water creating a polarizing sensation.
"W-we should stop here," Akira grunts.
With her other hand, Haru pulls Akira's head closer to her lips to hush him before licking the outside of his ear. The Fools restrains a moan, the multiple sensations creating a growing tension in his pelvis. Something within snaps at that moment, and the fear of being caught disappears.
Without hesitation, Akira kisses, licks, and nibbles on Haru's neck while his hands fondle her breasts. This messy affair of hands and mouths continues until Akira feels his limit closely approaching. He wants to be inside of her.
Her warmth is indistinguishable from air to him at that very moment.
"I want to be inside you," he urges harshly, stopping his actions on her neck.
"I didn't bring protection with me."
Haru smiles up at him. With her eyes half-lidded and her mouth bruised from their kissing, she is a temptress out to steal his heart. "But…I have something else in mind?"
Akira takes calming breaths to regain some sort of control over his hormones. "Like what?"
"Follow me," she says.
They return to their sitting spot. Akira watches in a daze as Haru dries herself with her towel, then reaches for his.
"Don't move."
"Huh?"
Haru looks up at him, beginning the process of drying him off, and says, "Consider everything from here on out to be part of my reward."
"Oh, alright?"
His Senpai begins to rub the towel across his body. First, his face, neck, and shoulders. Then, she circles him, patting the soft material against his back and chest. When reaching lower, she purposefully avoids his pelvis and dries his legs and feet.
"One moment," Haru says.
Akira nods. He watches her lay the towel over his beach chair.
"Now," she continues, "lay on your back here."
Akira complies. "Giving me a massage?"
"You'll see," she responds.
The moment he's seated comfortably on the beach chair, his swim trunks are pulled down to his ankles, his member exposed to the world.
"Har—!" Akira hisses her name, stopping when she once again strokes the length of his sex.
If that isn't startling enough, Haru pauses to spit into her hand, then resume. It feels terrific – the soft firmness of her hand.
Akira tries to form a congruent thought, perhaps to wonder where she learned to do all of this but feels his mind fail at the intense eye contact she is giving him. The brazen look in her usually doe-like eyes is hypnotizing, and he can't look away even if he tries.
"Akira, I want to try something," Haru whispers. "Tell me if you like it."
Before he can respond, the Empress gently flicks her tongue against the head of his member.
"A-ah!"
Akira is sure he is twitching at the moment, but that doesn't stop Haru. In fact, it encourages her further. Her tongue explores the length of his member, slowly traveling up and down.
"It's, um, very salty."
"Wh-what?"
"It's salty," Haru repeats, pausing momentarily. "I think it's because of the seawater."
Akira can only nod numbly, his mind too fuzzy to properly formulate a response. Not that it matters because Haru immediately resumes her task. Then, she puts a good portion of his sex into her mouth, and Akira has to sit up from the beach chair.
"I-is something wrong?" Haru asks as Akira takes calming breaths.
"I…couldn't h-hold out much longer," the Fool explains. "I was about to, um—"
"O-orgasm?"
Heat suddenly spreads to the young man's face and ears. "Yeah, I-I didn't want to –"
"You can!" Haru interrupts. "I-I mean, I want you to enjoy yourself and…."
The older girl pauses her clumsy explanation to collect herself. Then, she stares decisively into his eyes. "This entire time, you've taken care of me so well. You've gotten so good at making me feel good, but I haven't done the same. I want to make sure you enjoy yourself just as much! I want to make you feel as good as you make me…I don't want you to look at anyone but me."
Akira stares at the girl wide-eyed. "Haru, you don't – ah!"
Without warning, the Empress resumes with incredible vigor. The pleasure is overwhelming. Everything, from seeing Haru in her swimsuit and embracing in the water to her passionate declaration, sends the Fool over the edge.
Quickly, he leans away from the Empress as the floodgates open, and he experiences a powerful orgasm.
"Har—u, I, ah, ah, ah…."
For a moment, Akira thinks he's blacked out. His vision blackens. He's sure he sees stars.
"A-Akira?"
The Fool looks forward and nearly gasps. Akira's mentor is coated, his essence sticking to one side of her face, hair, and neck.
"I-I am so sorry – wait, don't!"
Before his eyes, the older girl scoops a bit of the liquid onto her fingertip and then brings it to her mouth. She makes a face. "It's bitter."
Akira stares at her. Then, he bursts into laughter.
"What's so funny?"
"Come here," Akira says.
He lifts the towel from underneath him and gently dabs it on the girl's face, hoping to remove some of the gunk.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Haru asks.
"Very much so," Akira replies, moving to wipe the liquid from her neck. "So good. I think it's about time I return the favor."
"You don't have to."
"But I want to," Akira insists, leaning closer.
Only to be met by Haru's palm. "No, really, I did this today….I want today to be just about you. Please consider it my reward."
"Well, technically, you have two of those now."
"Oh!" Haru smiles like she has just won a prize. "Okay, then, I'll save it for another time. For now, I'd really like to relax with you."
"Don't need to tell me twice."
"Hm, ah!"
Akira pulls the older girl onto his chest. The beach chair isn't meant for two people, so they adjust by resting on their sides and spooning.
"This…this feels nice," Haru mummers.
"It does."
"I…like the feeling of your arms around me."
"I like the feeling of you being in my arms," Akira says.
By the smile on her face, Akira assumes she's pleased.
"Can we stay like this for a while?" Haru asks.
Akira squeezes her tighter. Goodness, he adores the feel of her body and warmth. "Of course, but only for a little bit. I might get too comfortable."
"Okay…"
A little bit becomes a lot. When they wake up from their nap, it is daytime. Haru and Akira panic, quickly gather their belongings, then rush back to the hotel. Fortunately, it is only four in the morning.