Ace In The Hole

by eiranerys

Shido has barred the Shadow Operatives from action for two years. But when the Phantom Thieves appear, Mitsuru decides that they have to take action. Luckily, there's a certain former member Shido doesn't seem to be aware of: Ken Amada. But when Ken meets the Phantom Thieves in person, he can't help but agree with their goals. He can't help but befriend them. Phantom Thief!Ken AU.

47. 46: Calm Before The Storm

Chapter 46

Calm Before The Storm

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Saturday, December 3rd, 2016

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It was consultation day for Shujin third-years. Their homeroom teachers would speak to them about what they planned on doing after graduating from Shujin. It was happening all day, so the third-years essentially had free studying time during school hours while they waited for their turn.

Makoto wasn't called in until right before lunch.

Her homeroom teacher smiled at Makoto before gesturing for her to sit down. Makoto did so before clasping her hands in her lap.

"Don't be nervous, Niijima-san," her teacher said kindly. "This is just an informality. It won't affect your grade, don't worry."

Makoto gave a small chuckle at this before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She then slowly raised her eyes to meet her teacher's gaze.

"How about we get started with this, then?" Makoto prompted.

Her teacher just gave a short hum of agreement. Then she clapped her hands together once.

"So, Niijima-san… you're a bright young woman. I think it's safe to assume that you have plans to enter university after graduation."

Makoto nodded in response. "That's right. I already have a career in mind as well."

Her teacher looked at her curiously. Makoto just smiled slightly.

"I want to study criminal justice. I want to become a police officer like my father, and hopefully rise to the position of police commissioner."

This earned Makoto a startled look. Makoto bit the inside of her cheek. She knew that it wasn't going to be an easy path, but she wished that it didn't earn her a funny look.

"Oh, that surprises me, Niijima-san. I had thought that you would follow in your older sister's footsteps. You certainly have the brains for law school. And..." Her teacher hesitated for a moment. "Are you entirely sure? Women in the police force always have it more difficult."

Makoto pressed her lips together. She was determined to follow her own path. But she did know that her teacher's comment was well-meaning.

"Thank you but... this is the path I want to take."

What Makoto didn't share was that she was driven to join the force was because the system was corrupt, and she wanted to tackle it from the inside.

Her teacher ended up asking her a few more questions and Makoto did her best to answer it to the best of her ability. She was then dismissed and headed back to the classroom. She only had returned to class for a few minutes when the lunch bell suddenly rang. Makoto reached down to grab her bento box, only for her eyes to drift over to Ken's empty seat.

Makoto let out a soft sigh.

She really missed him at school. Even before they began dating, they had eaten lunch together practically every day. Even if she couldn't come and see Ken after school with her duties or studying, they texted every day. But it still didn't feel the same.

"Makoto? Helloooo? Are you still in lala-land?"

Makoto snapped to attention, twisting in her seat just in time to see Anne smack the back of Ryuji's head.

"Don't tease her, Ryuji," she snapped.

Ryuji stuck his tongue at Anne. "Don't tell me what to do!"

"Is there something you wanted?" Makoto asked, interrupting the incoming bickering fest between the two second-years.

Anne just nodded. "We were wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with us today."

"You do realize that it's still against the rules to be on the school roof," Makoto pointed out, even as a smile tugged at her lips.

Ryuji grinned in response.

"But there's where you come in," he said cheerfully. "Besides Haru is technically allowed to be on the roof to tend to the garden. We're just keeping her company."

Makoto let out a little laugh. "All right, all right, if you insist."

"Like we had to twist your arm to do it," Anne said, playfully smiling at Makoto.

Makoto laughed again at Anne's quip. Well, she had no retort to that. She got to her feet, picking up her bento lunch.

Ryuji grinned before making a beeline for the door. Anne took the moment to squeeze Makoto's arm, though.

"I miss seeing Ren every day too," she said softly.

Makoto just smiled weakly at her friend. "Hopefully this will be all over soon."

Anne nodded in response before clearing her throat.

"You know, Ren texted me this funny video of him teasing Morgana with a laser pen. I'll show it to you when we're on the roof."

Makoto had to stifle a laugh at the mental image. Poor Morgana. Ren really like teasing people. But still—they needed some laughs after all the stress they've been dealing with. Hopefully Haru's birthday party would help as well.

"Lead the way then, Anne."

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The last bell rung shrilly, signaling the end of the school day. Makoto hummed to herself as she gathered her belongings. Once she was done packing everything away, she slung her schoolbag over her shoulder. As it was the end of the school week, she had taken care of most of her paperwork for student council. She still had some schoolwork, of course, but Makoto hoped to have some leisure time this weekend.

As she walked to the station, Makoto pulled out her phone to text Ken about a visit. Even though they had gotten to see each other yesterday, that had been mostly Phantom Thief business.

It took Ken a few minutes to respond.

[Ken]: Oh sorry Makoto. I just saw this.

[Makoto]: That's okay. I wasn't waiting for long.

[Makoto]: I hope you're not feeling too bored.

[Ken]: Not today. Ren came over with Morgana.

[Makoto]: I guessed that when I saw the video. You were the one recording it, weren't you?

[Ken]: Well… it was funny.

[Makoto]: Does Morgana know that you recorded him acting like a cat?

[Ken]: Do I look like I want to get clawed at? He did that to me once already and I don't want a repeat of that.

Makoto couldn't help but giggle at Ken's quip. Makoto spent a few more minutes texting Ken before the conductor announced that they were pulling to Shibuya's stop. She waited for the people standing up to leave the train before stepping out herself. She didn't want to be elbowed at because some people were just that impatient to get off first.

It wasn't long until Makoto arrived at the apartment building where Ken and Shinjiro-san lived. She texted Ken about arriving and he met her at the elevator.

Ken smiled down at her for a moment before giving her a quick hug.

"Hey, Makoto," he greeted.

Makoto smiled, resting her chin onto Ken's shoulder before returning the embrace.

"Hi. You missed consultation with the teachers. You know, when they ask you what you plan on doing after graduation."

Ken huffed. "I had a consultation earlier this year. I don't need it a second time."

Makoto tilted her head. "Does Gekkoukan do it at the beginning of the year, then?"

Ken shook his head. "They do it for second-years. They do it in mid-January if I remember right."

"At least you didn't miss out on it," Makoto teased lightly.

"Every student's dream, being asked what they want to do with their lives after graduation," Ken droned, the sarcasm practically dripping from every word.

Makoto laughed again. "Come on, let's get inside before Ren gets the bright idea to start spying on us."

"Like he hasn't thought of it already," Ken said under his breath.

But then he stepped towards the door, pushing it open. Ren was sitting on the couch but he looked up when the two of them entered.

"You were gone for longer than expected," Ren teased. "If I opened the door, would I have walked in on you two making out?"

Shinjiro-san looked up from some magazine, his expression deadpan.

"You don't want to see it. Trust me."

Ken scowled at his guardian. "It wasn't even that many times—!"

"To you maybe," Shinjiro-san snarked.

"Oooh, someone's been naughty," Ren said, smiling smugly.

Ken glowered at Ren in response.

"You of all people can't say that," Ken ground out.

Especially since he had just rambledon and on about Anne to Sae. Makoto still felt bad for Sae. Makoto had only heard a tiny bit, but Makoto couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the small snippet she got of what her friends did in private thanks to Futaba bugging Ren's phone.

Not that she'd ever tell Ren. Ren probably would die of embarrassment if he ever found out.

Ren opened his mouth to retort but Shinjiro-san suddenly came up from behind Ren. He dropped a bottle of pills in Ren's lap, along with a bottle of water.

"It's been four hours, Amamiya. You need to take Takemi's medicine again."

Ren grumbled before unscrewing the pill bottle's lid. After popping a pill in his mouth, he took a swig of water.

"Are you getting headaches still, Ren?" Makoto asked, feeling concerned for her friend.

Ren swallowed the last bit of water in his mouth before wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

"Yeah. It comes and goes." Ren winced before touching the side of his head. "Those cops really did a number on me."

Makoto swallowed hard. That was right. Cops had done this to Ren.

They had beaten him senseless. Given him bruises that were still healing. Had given him a limp that had lasted for days.

He had willing taken police brutality for her and everyone's sakes.

It took Makoto a moment to realize that her hands were shaking. She quickly clenched them into fists, so not to alert everyone else.

"That's why you need to take it easy," Morgana chided.

"I'm fine, Morgana. You don't need to fuss," Ren said with an eye-roll.

Ren was all smiles, but Makoto still couldn't help but feel troubled by all of this. This reminder that Ren had been hurt so badly left Makoto shaken.

Was it really okay for her to pursue this path when a good friend had been hurt so badly by said system? Was she a bad friend for wanting to pursue a career in law enforcement?

Morgana huffed.

"Yeah, yeah…" he said sulkily. "Are you still meeting up with Haru today? She said it was pretty important, right?"

Ren sighed, flapping his hand at Morgana. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I promised her and I won't back out."

He stood up before grabbing the bag he used to carry Morgana. He then scooped up Morgana and placed him in the bag.

"See you guys."

"See you, Ren," Ken said.

Makoto barely remembered to say her own farewell. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Ken give her a concerned frown, but she pretended not to see it. Ren didn't seem to notice, just waving at them before stepping out.

"I wonder what Haru needed Ren for," Makoto said, doing her best to keep her voice light.

Ken shrugged. "She's working on trying to break the engagement with Sugimura… maybe she needs Ren for back-up."

"She should've just asked Mitsuru to help her. She would've torn Sugimura to shreds," Shinjiro-san deadpanned.

Ken rolled his eyes in response. "Violence isn't always the answer, Shinjiro-san."

"Besides that, I think that Haru wants to do this on her own merit," Makoto spoke up.

Though Makoto was surprised, if Haru had in fact asked Ren to help her with breaking her engagement with Sugimura. Just last week, she was still trying to figure out what to do.

Shinjiro-san gave a nod at that.

"She'll be fine. She's tougher than she looks." Then he abruptly cleared his throat. "But I'm gonna head out. Don't burn the house down while I'm gone."

Ken huffed. "You've caused food to burn more because of Fuuka-san—"

"Shuddup," Shinjiro-san snarled at Ken, glaring at him. "How many times are you gonna bring that shit up?"

"You started it," Ken said childishly.

Shinjiro-san continued to scowl before his gaze fell on Makoto. Then he smirked.

"So, Makoto, do you want to hear about what Ken dressed up for Halloween last year—"

Ken's eyes widened. "And you're late for work!"

He jumped to his feet, all but shoving Shinjiro-san to the door.

"Okay, okay, Ken, jeez—I was kidding!"

Makoto couldn't help but giggle as Ken and Shinjiro-san started to bicker. It was always amusing to watch. The bickering soon tapered off and Shinjiro-san headed off for work.

Ken then plopped down next to Makoto, still grumbling a little.

Makoto laughed. "You don't have to pout, Ken."

"I'm not pouting."

Makoto giggled again before kissing his cheek. "To be fair, you started it."

"No, Shinjiro-san did with his burning down the house comment," Ken grumbled out with a petulant frown.

Makoto let out a little sigh, shaking her head. As amusing as it was to see Ken like this, she wasn't keen on having her boyfriend sulk like this.

"So… is there anything you feel like doing?" she asked.

"Maybe later," Ken said absently before his eyes met Makoto's.

His expression suddenly was serious.

"Makoto, what was bothering you earlier? You were fine until... you saw Ren."

Makoto squeezed her eyes for a moment before biting her lip. She stared down at her lap. Ken was easier to confide in than her other friends but the words felt stuck in her throat.

She felt Ken take her hand.

"Makoto, you know you can tell me anything, right?" he asked softly, running his thumb over the back of her hand.

Makoto slowly let out a breath that she had been holding. She then hesitantly met Ken's gaze.

"Ren is still in pain," Makoto said quietly; her mouth suddenly was dry, and she had to swallow hard. "Because of what he went through interrogation."

"Makoto—"

Makoto interrupted. "Let me finish, please..."

She licked her lips and let out a shaky breath.

"Would I be a good friend if I decided to pursue criminal justice—when a friend was hurt so badly by cops?"

"Personally—I don't think so."

Makoto blinked at that. He'd be biased, wouldn't he? Since he was her boyfriend—

Then it hit her, why Ken was saying that.

Akihiko-san was a police officer. The police officer who talked to Ken after his mother's death… laughed off what Ken said, thinking it was just his wild imagination.

"But I can't dictate how Ren feels. You should talk to him. But I don't think he'd hold it against you… ever. You're different than the men in Shido's want to be better. You want to change things," Ken said softly.

Makoto felt her heart swell at that. It was nice to have someone have so much faith in her.

"Do you really think I can do it?" she asked.

Ken nodded before a small smile appeared on his face. "Honestly? I think you can do anything."

Makoto's chest suddenly felt warm.

"Thank you, Ken. It just kinda hit me with me talking about my goals earlier today and then seeing Ren was just…" she trailed off at that.

Ken just nodded. "I understand that. Especially since Ren went through so much physical trauma."

Ken's expression hardened at that.

"Unfortunately, medicine and even healing him can do so much."

Makoto bit her lip before looking to her boyfriend. She reached out, putting a hand on his arm.

"What about you, though?" she asked quietly.

Ken just smiled ruefully. "It's getting better every day but at least I haven't been feeling any physical pain—aside from the usual, anyways."

Makoto smiled hesitantly at that. "I'm glad about that."

"What about you though?" Ken asked. "No headaches or anything?"

Makoto shook her head. "Nothing, although Sis was worried when I came home last night. I told her that I need to see this through though."

"We've come this far after all." Ken nodded.

Makoto smiled before nodding. "Exactly."

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With Shinjuku's reputation, Sae never liked lingering in that particular district. But she had come to Shinjuku tonight for a specific reason.

She had come to Crossroads to seek out Aragaki. She felt a little awkward, showing up where he and Amada-kun lived. It was different when she was invited.

Not to mention… she didn't want Amada-kun to overhear this conversation. Without a doubt, he'd tell Makoto about this and Sae wanted to avoid that.

Sae still couldn't get how Makoto looked last night out of her head.

She wrestled with the thoughts in her head for over an hour last night before falling into a fitful sleep. She was then plagued with terrible dreams, dreams where Makoto and her friends were dying painfully because Shido managed to get the upper hand. She had woken up in a cold sweat after that. Needless to say… she couldn't get any sleep after that.

Then she couldn't help but think about Aragaki. Maybe he would have some insight on this. He had been in the know for a few months, after all. Though, he might not even be working tonight. Aragaki's working schedule could be sporadic for all she knew.

Sae shook her head. She needed to stop being negative. If he wasn't working here tonight, she'd just check another night.

Feeling determined, Sae pushed the door open. Her eyes wandered to the bar. The proprietor—Lala, if Sae recalled correctly—was chatting with some of the customers but a little further down, Aragaki was mixing a drink.

She couldn't help but feel a little awkward as she walked towards Aragaki. Aragaki just raised an eyebrow but finished mixing the drink before handing it off to the customer.

"What are you doing here, Niijima?" he asked without preamble.

Sae pursed her lips together. "I need to talk to you. About something… important."

Lala looked over to Sae and Aragaki, eyebrow raised.

"Well, you are due for a break, Aragaki," she remarked. "Why don't you go ahead and take it right now?"

Aragaki nodded in response. "Alright."

He stepped out from behind the bar, gesturing to the door. Sae followed him out. They stepped into a nearby alley for a semblance of privacy.

"What did you wanna talk about?"

"Blunt as always," Sae thought wryly.

Sae pursed her lips together. "Yesterday was the first time I had seen Makoto in pain... because of her extracurricular activities."

Aragaki suddenly snorted at that. "That's what you wanna call it?"

Sae glowered at him. "That's what you're getting out of all I said?"

"Honestly, does he have to be so aggravating?" she thought with a huff.

Aragaki just stared at her and she just took a breath to relax... or at least try to.

"I recalled what Amada-kun went through. With Shido," she said quietly.

Aragaki noticeably stiffened at that, his entire body growing rigid. Then he looked to Sae, his eyes growing hard.

Sae winced, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "I... apologize for bringing this up. I'm sure it's not a... pleasant memory."

Then Aragaki slowly exhaled, staring at the ground.

"That's like saying water is wet," he finally said. "When Shido's men kidnapped Ken, I wanted to wring their necks before punching them in the face. And Shido…"

Aragaki was not the most pleasant person, often prone to sarcasm and an irate attitude. But right now, his eyes were filled with fury.

Then he took a deep breath, pressing a hand against his face for a moment.

"But you're not here to talk about Shido," he said shortly. "You want to know why I'm fine with Ken still going after Shido, even after the shit Shido pulled with him, yeah?"

Sae could only nod.

Aragaki sighed once more, folding his arms over his chest.

"If Ken left the decision in my hands—if he let me choose to whether go back to Port Island or stay in Tokyo… I would've chosen going back to Port Island just like that."

Aragaki suddenly snapped his fingers. Then he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"But Ken made his choice. He wants to stand up and fight. And it'd be wrong of me to disrespect his choice. Maybe he's not an adult just yet. But he's pretty damn close."

Sae's breath caught in her throat. She had been struggling with that herself. She was still trying to grasp that Makoto had grown up. She was eighteen. Not legally an adult yet but she would soon.

Sae slowly nodded.

"I think that's a good way to look at it," she said finally.

She wasn't crazy about Aragaki, but Sae had to begrudgingly give him respect for his mindset. His attitude was not something Sae liked but he was obviously more mature than Sae had realized.

Sae then cleared her throat, feeling a tad awkward.

"T-Thank you for taking the time to speak with me, Aragaki," she said in a stilted voice. "Especially while you're working."

Aragaki just shrugged in response. "I know it's all pretty new to you. Sakura knew about Personas and Shadows already so it's not as much of a shock to him. But you learned all of that shit because Amamiya had to earn your trust."

Sae just pressed her lips together before wrapping an arm around her torso.

"It was the other way around, really," she thought ruefully.

She was lucky that Makoto was so forgiving, willing to start over again. Not to mention Futaba Sakura…

Then she realized that Aragaki was staring at her, his gaze scrutinizing. Sae cleared her throat once more.

"Well, I'm grateful to not be in the dark," she said.

Unlike most of the Phantom Thieves' guardians, she at least knew what Makoto was up to now.

"Just know that you can't look away anymore, Niijima," Aragaki said cryptically.

Sae closed her eyes for a moment. "I'm aware. And I don't regret it. I see things with clear eyes now."

Aragaki nodded. "As long as you don't lose your way. I don't think you realize how much you hurt Makoto."

Sae winced at the blunt words. She couldn't deny it.

"I know... and I wish I could take it back."

Not to mention the hurtful words that she had shouted at Makoto that one night.

Aragaki sighed. "You can't keep on being stuck on the past, Niijima. All you can do is move forward. Your regrets just chain you down."

That man was such an enigma. He was rude, spoke callously, yet Sae was starting to see that he was quite wise at the same time. And for that, Sae had to give him her begrudging respect. Not to mention that he was apparently privy to how Makoto felt.

"I know. And I promise that I will do my part to ensure that Masayoshi Shido rots in jail for the rest of his life," Sae said quietly, pressing a hand over her heart.

Aragaki then cracked a smile. "I'll hold that promise to you, Niijima."

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Sunday, December 4th, 2016

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Something wet poked at Ryuji's cheek. Ryuji groaned before opening his eyes. Shoyu was sitting on his chest, letting out a little yip.

"Go back to sleep, Shoyu," he groaned out.

He picked up Shoyu and laid him on the other side of his bed. Ryuji had barely shut his eyes again when Shoyu climbed onto his chest another time.

Shoyu made another yip, this time more insistent. Ryuji cracked an eye open at him.

"You're not gonna let me go back to sleep, huh?"

Shoyu's head bobbed before making a couple barks as if to say, well, DUH.

"Okay, okay, you win." Ryuji smothered a yawn before nudging Shoyu away.

After sitting up, Ryuji took the moment to stretch. Shoyu scrambled off the bed before grabbing his leash.

"At least you like to exercise," Ryuji laughed quietly. "Glad to see that."

He bent down, taking the leash from Shoyu.

"But let's see about getting some grub first."

Ryuji then lifted Shoyu up, carrying him to the kitchen. He set him down before grabbing the dog food and pouring a generous portion. He then filled the water dish with some fresh water as well.

Shoyu eagerly gobbled that up. While he was occupied with that, Ryuji opened the fridge. He could cook some really simple stuff, like eggs. So he grabbed the carton of eggs from the fridge, as well as the bowl of day-old rice. In Ryuji's opinion, the best way to have eggs was to cook them sunny side up and serve them with white rice and drizzle soy sauce on top. The gooey yolk mixing with the rice and soy sauce was just so good.

As he cooked, he couldn't help but wonder what to do for the day, after walking Shoyu. He had some homework to do but most of it was done. He then shook his head, turning his attention back to his eggs.

He was just about finished when his mom wandered in, letting out a yawn.

"Mornin', Ryu-chan!" she said cheerfully before leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

"Morning, Mom!" Ryuji said before flashing her a quick smile. "Lemme make you something to eat."

She chuckled before reaching up to muss up Ryuji's hair. "Aww, I have the sweetest son!"

"Awww, c'mon, Mom!" Ryuji complained before pulling a face. "I'm cooking here!"

His mom just chuckled. Ryuji pulled another face at her before sliding the eggs into the bowl already filled with rice. He then cracked a couple more eggs for his mom.

Behind him, Ryuji heard his mom step closer to the table.

"Bills, spam..." Then a dragged out groan. "Ugh, more political crap. I hate hearin' about it already, why do they have to bring more of it to my doorstep?!"

Ryuji tried not to cringe. "Are you planning on not voting, Mom?"

"Oh, I plan on it. But Shido ain't getting my vote," his mom spat out. "I can't stand his type. All of his damn posturing and claiming that he'll better the lives for the sake of 'the children'. What a load of crock!"

Ryuji grinned. At least his mom wasn't suckered into Shido's bullshit.

"But anyways enough griping 'bout that..." his mom grumbled out. "Any plans today, Ryu-chan?"

Ryuji shrugged. "Uh, nothing much honestly. Shoyu woke me up so I was gonna take him out for a walk after breakfast."

Ryuji then scooped out some rice before heating it in the microwave.

She laughed. "You and Shoyu are a good match. Both of ya have too much energy for your own good."

"Hey better too much than too little energy," Ryuji retorted.

Mom laughed. "True, true. Though I am surprised that you don't have any plans with Ren-kun. Usually you two are joined at the hip."

Ryuji froze at that.

"Well... RenRen actually went home for a bit," he lied. "A family emergency. His dad got into a pretty bad accident."

He couldn't help but cringe. He always hated lying to his mom.

His mom's eyes widened at that. "I hope he'll be okay!"

"Y-Yeah, he'll be fine, y'know? RenRen's kinda stressed though so we've been mainly texting each other."

A pit was starting to form in his stomach. Ryuji swallowed hard for a moment before reaching for his glass of milk.

Mom frowned. "Hope he'll be alright. Send him my best, okay?"

Ryuji nodded.

"I will." Then he jumped to his feet. "But anyways, I'm kinda full so I'm gonna head out with Shoyu. See ya, Mom!"

He scurried out of the kitchen, with Shoyu at his heels.

"Dammit, why did Mom hafta ask after Ren?" he whined to himself as he grabbed his jacket from the coat closet.

He tugged it on before clipping Shoyu's leash to his neck. Ryuji then opened the door, a blast of cold air greeting them.

Ryuji knew that his mom was extremely grateful to Ren for becoming his friend after the fallout with his track club friends. But he hated having to lie to her.

He really hoped that they would be able to take down Shido soon, but Ren would probably need to hide out until Shido was arrested and who knew when that would happen. It always took a while for the change of heart to happen.

Barks suddenly yanked Ryuji out of his thoughts. He looked down to see that Shoyu was happily barking at another shiba inu, one wearing an orange jacket.

"Ken?!" Ryuji sputtered out.

"Shh!" his friend shushed him.

Ken was wearing the parka he had worn to the meeting at Café Leblanc, right after Ren got away from the police station, with the hood drawn up.

"I needed some air and Koromaru needed a walk so…" he shrugged helplessly.

Ryuji bent down, scratching Koromaru behind the ear.

"I don't blame ya. I'd prolly go crazy too if I was cooped inside a house constantly."

Ken shrugged in response. "It is what it is. I'll survive. It's just another couple more weeks until the election happens."

Ryuji just frowned. "Damn, dude. When you put it that way… it sounds like forever."

Ken waved his free hand—he was holding onto Koromaru's leash with one hand. "I'll live."

Ryuji nodded. "At least you have some great food to eat. You could be stuck with sucky food."

Ken huffed in response. "Did you not eat breakfast today?"

"Who do I look like to you? Yusuke?" Ryuji socked him in the arm. "I did have breakfast, just so you know! I just didn't get to finish it..."

Ken paused at that. "You didn't get to finish your breakfast?"

Ryuji winced. Crap, he didn't mean to make Ken worry.

He waved his hands at Ken. "It's nothin', really! Mom just asked me a question about RenRen and I bailed before she could ask me some more. I don't wanna blow our cover."

Ken then looked around, his entire form going rigid. Ryuji couldn't blame him for being cautious. Especially since they made Shido think that the Shadow Ops broke ties with them.

"This isn't the best place to talk about this," he muttered. "Come on, Ryuji. Let's go back to my place so we can talk in private."

Ryuji nodded before following his friend. Shoyu and Koromaru were animated during the walk but Ryuji wasn't sure what to say to his friend.

Luckily, it wasn't long until they reached to the apartment building where Ken and Shinjiro-san lived. They rode up the elevator and Ken unlocked the door.

"Shinjiro-san, I'm back," he called out.

"You're back sooner than I thought," Shinjiro-san responded.

"I ran into Ryuji." Ken gestured to him. "We're gonna head to my room, okay?"

Shinjiro-san turned, eyebrow raised. "Not hungry?"

Ken shook his head. "Maybe in a little bit."

Shinjiro-san grunted but nodded. Ryuji couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Sure, Shinjiro-san and Ken argued sometimes—and it was pretty funny most of the time—but Shinjiro-san did allow Ken certain freedoms. Prolly because he wasn't that much older than Ken but still…

They left Shoyu and Koromaru to frolic in the living room and Ken took Ryuji to his room. Ken pulled off his parka, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Never been a fan of parkas," he muttered before sliding open his closet.

Ryuji personally loved parka jackets—he found them super cozy. But he just gave a small nod, watching Ken hang up his parka. Then he pulled out his usual dark blue jacket to wear instead.

Ryuji sat on the edge of his bed while Ken sat at his chair.

"Uh, nice room," Ryuji said, feeling a bit awkward.

Ken shrugged. "Thanks, but we're not here to talk about that. You ran out on your mother today?"

"Not running out! I just… made an excuse to get away as soon as I could," Ryuji mumbled out.

Ryuji couldn't help but cringe. Okay, when he put it like that… it kinda sounded like he ran out on his mom.

He then looked up, meeting Ken's eyes. "You're pretty lucky, y'know. You don't hafta hide things from Shinjiro-san. I can't help but feel bad that I have to hide shit from Mom."

Ryuji sighed. Hiding the truth was hardly his strength.

"Ryuji…" Ken said quietly, his voice filled with sympathy.

"It was fine before because Mom didn't pay a whole lot of attention to the Phantom Thieves. But Ren's a complete different story. She hasn't gotten to meet RenRen in person, but she always loved it when I talked 'bout him. I just wish that we could stop with this bullshit. It's not fair."

He sounded like a whiny kid, but it was true. Ryuji wished that they didn't have to pretend already. It wasn't fair that Ren had to fake his death, which they had to step up and stop Shido because nobody else had the power to.

"Ryuji, just be patient. The election is in two weeks. It won't be long. Plus we still need to find two of the letters in Shido's Palace. We can't rush into this."

Ryuji looked to Ken. "Don't you hate this, though? I'd go nuts if I was stuck in my house for weeks."

Ken sighed before folding his arms over his chest.

"I'll admit that it's not the most… thrilling thing," he admitted. "But if it'll keep me safe, it's just something I have to bear. I'm sure Ren feels the same way."

Ryuji pulled a face. "He's not handling it as well as you. He sneaks out of Leblanc pretty much every day."

Ken let out a sigh at that, his expression annoyed.

"Well as long as he's careful," he muttered before looking to Ryuji. "I'm sorry you have to lie to your mother about this, though. It's not... easy."

Ryuji groaned. "You don't hafta tell me twice."

Ken nodded before he suddenly chewed on his bottom lip. "Hey, Ryuji. When do you think that I started thinking what the Phantom Thieves were doing good with stealing hearts?"

Ryuji frowned. That was a bit random.

"Uh…" Ryuji scratched the back of his head. "It was during when we were dealing with Kaneshiro, yeah?"

Ken shook his head. "I actually started thinking that after the news about Kamoshida's confession broke out."

But that was way before Ken even moved to Tokyo.

"For real?!" Ryuji demanded.

Ken nodded. "But I never said anything until I told Mitsuru-san and Shinjiro-san about Ren asking me to join the Phantom Thieves. It was... hard. Hearing about how everyone was convinced about the Phantom Thieves' actions."

"So why did you never talk 'bout it?" Ryuji couldn't help but be curious.

Ken was quiet for a moment. "I just felt weird about speaking up about it because everyone else seemed convinced otherwise. Then Minako-san asked me about going to Tokyo and I couldn't speak up about that. So don't feel bad about hiding the truth from your mother. I've had to hide some things from Shinjiro-san and the others. And you know that Makoto has had to do the same with Niijima-san. Same with Ren and Futaba with Sakura-san."

Ryuji nodded. "Plus the more I think about it, Mom probably should never find out about all of this. She'd chew me out for doing reckless shit."

Ken raised an eyebrow. "But your mother is so nice."

Ryuji snorted. "You haven't seen her all worked up."

She might actually call him Ryuji. She almost always called him Ryu-chan—though he really hoped that Ren never found out about his mom's pet name for him.

"But anyways, you are right. We won't have to hide this crap for long. I just hope that Ren will decide to go back into the Palace soon." Ryuji said.

"Well, Ren's leg needs to be at 100% before that," Ken mentioned. "Plus tomorrow is Haru's birthday."

Ryuji grinned. "I can't wait! It's gonna be g—"

He was suddenly cut out by his stomach's growling. Ryuji felt his face grow red. It didn't help as Ken started to chuckle.

"S-Shuddup! I'm a growing boy!" Ryuji cried out.

Ken let out a one last laugh before standing up. "Well let's go get you something to eat. Come on."

"Hell yeah!" Ryuji said, immediately brightening at the promise of Shinjiro-san's cooking.

"Seriously, how did you guys feed yourself before Shinjiro-san and I moved to Tokyo?" Ken questioned.

"Aw, shuddup!"

---

Makoto slowly inhaled in the rich scent of coffee as she stepped inside of Café Leblanc.

"Oh hey." Sojiro smiled at her.

"Hello, Boss," Makoto said, returning his smile.

She had gotten up bright and early today. With how busy Ren was, she didn't want to lose her chance to talk with Ren.

"Why don't you sit down, Makoto?" Sojiro gestured to one of the chairs at the bar. "You're here to see Ren, yeah?"

Makoto nodded before choosing to sit at the bar. "Mm-hm, that's right."

"He ran off to go hang out with Ken because he was so bored yesterday, and then something to do with his employer in Shibuya in the evening." Sojiro shook his head. "That kid… it seems like he's gotta do something or he'll go nuts."

Makoto chuckled. "That's Ren for you."

It took Makoto a moment to realize that Sojiro was brewing her a cup of coffee.

"Oh, Boss, that's not necessary!" she protested.

"It's no problem," Sojiro said. "It's still early. It gives me something to do."

He refused the money that Makoto tried to give to him. Makoto sighed before putting her wallet back into her bag. He was too kind, despite his rough edges.

Sojiro finished brewing the coffee surprisingly fast. Makoto mixed in some cream and sugar and took a careful sip.

"Delicious as always, Boss," she complimented, making him grin.

Sojiro nodded. "Glad to hear it."

He suddenly turned.

"Oh, mornin' Ren."

"Morning," he groaned out before letting out a yawn. "Hey, Makoto. Didn't think you'd swing by so early."

Morgana nodded. "Yeah, I'm surprised too. Did you need something?"

Makoto let out a delicate cough. "Well... I needed to talk to you."

"But not before breakfast," Sojiro stated. "Just hang tight. Makoto, would you like some?"

Makoto shook her head. "That's nice of you, but not necessary. I ate breakfast before coming here."

"You're not here to make me study, are you?" Ren joked lightly.

Makoto glared at him for the quip. "I haven't bothered you about studying in months."

"You can't blame a guy for wondering." Ren grinned.

Makoto just huffed in response before rolling her eyes. But then Sojiro brought Ren a plate of curry. Ren started to dig in. Makoto's eyes drifted to Ren's leg. Ren wasn't showing any hint of pain but…

"How's your leg?" Makoto blurted out.

Ren looked up at her, the fork still in his mouth. He then removed it before chewing and swallowing the bite of food.

"It's okay. I think it's almost fully healed."

Makoto let out a relieved sigh. "I'm so glad to hear about that."

"Did you come all this way to ask Ren that?" Morgana sounded confused.

Makoto pursed her lips. "It has to do with it, but it's not just that."

"Okayyy…" Ren said slowly. "Makoto, are you feeling okay?"

Makoto took a sip of coffee to stall her having to answer Ren.

"I'm fine, Ren… I'm just worried about you," she said finally.

"You don't have to fuss," Ren said before taking another bite of food.

Makoto bit her lip as a wave of anxiety hit her. Why did this have to be so hard?

"I'm your friend. I think a little fussing is needed," Makoto said lightly.

Ren snorted. "If you say so."

It took Ren another ten minutes to finish his meal which didn't exactly help Makoto's nerves. Morgana seemed to sense that Makoto wanted to talk to Ren about something serious, so he said that he was gonna walk around Yongen-jaya.

So Ren brought Makoto up to the attic. Makoto took a moment to take in Ren's room. It certainly had come a long way from the near-bare room she had walked into after they defeated Kaneshiro.

"What's the matter, Makoto?" Ren asked.

Makoto bit her lip, chewing on it. "I… I asked you about your leg because I've been thinking about something."

"Which is…?" Ren looked confused.

Makoto closed her eyes for a moment. Then she took a deep breath, looking Ren straight in the eye.

"Ren, what do you think about my dream? Be honest, please…"

Ren frowned. "You wanting to go into the police force and changing it from the inside… it's a noble goal. And I know that you can do it."

"A-And you're okay with it? Even with the police brutality you had to endure…"

Ren winced, his hand drifting to touch the mostly healed bruise on his face for a moment.

"I see…" he said quietly. "So that's why you've been acting all funny this morning."

Makoto bit her lip. "It's just… I had my consultation with my teacher yesterday. She looked at me all funny when I told her about my career choice. And then I saw you after school, and I saw that you were still healing from what happened… I couldn't help but ask myself—how could I pursue a career that has people who abuses power so easily? When they hurt my friend not just once…"

Ren spoke firmly, "Because you're not them. You're not one to accept bribes. You use your hands to fight Shadows, to deliver justice against ones who have wronged others."

Makoto looked up to see that Ren was smiling.

"And I'd be wrong to crap on your dream. You're a great friend, Makoto. I will admit—it does help to have met Akihiko-san. But I supported your dream from the beginning. I know that you'll do your part in help fixing the system, so people will stop slipping through the cracks. Chief isn't as fancy of a title as Queen buuut…" Ren winked at Makoto. "I think it'll suit you perfectly."

Makoto sighed. "I'm sorry, I just didn't want to be a bad friend…"

"And you're not," Ren said reassuringly. "I fully support your dream. I don't want kids to be in situations that we were in, where the police wouldn't listen to kids being abused by people in power. We need people who want to change broken systems. We need people like you, Makoto."

Makoto blinked. Ren was so much of a jokester that sometimes she forgot how thoughtful Ren could be.

"You're right," Makoto said with a smile.

Ren joked, "Of course I am."

Makoto smacked his shoulder in response, but Ren just laughed at her.

"Don't push your luck," Makoto grumbled out.

Ren pouted.

"But that's my thing," he said in a whining voice.

Makoto rolled her eyes at him again before standing up.

"Well… thank you for your time, Ren. Sorry if I encroached on any plans you've made…" she apologized.

Ren waved a hand at Makoto. "Eh, it's fine. I'm still waking up a little."

Makoto tucked a lock behind her ear. "But thank you for the talk. I'll see you tomorrow for Haru's birthday party!"

"See you, Makoto," Ren said with a wave.

After she said goodbye to Sojiro, she headed back home. But she pulled her phone to text Ken about this.

Message Sent: Ken

[Makoto]: You were right, Ken.

[Ken]: Told you so.

Makoto huffed. She could practically see her boyfriend's knowing, near-smug expression.

[Makoto]: Don't think I won't come over just to smack you.

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Monday, December 5th, 2016

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Just a few months ago, Haru was dreading her eighteenth birthday.

Ever since she had been promised that the engagement to Sugimura would be officially broken off, Haru was on cloud nine. She had never imagined feeling so free.

However, it was also a bittersweet feeling. Haru had dreamed that her birthday celebrations would eventually include Father once more.

But that hope had died along with Father.

Haru shook her head vigorously. No, she mustn't think like this! She had to think more positively.

She had woken up to birthday wishes from her friends over the group text. Her friends were probably planning a party like they had done for Anne, but Haru was willing to feign ignorance.

The school day passed by quickly. But Haru had just stepped out of her classroom when her phone went off.

Text From: Yusuke-kun

[Yusuke-kun]: Greetings, Haru. Might I bother you for some of your time today?

Haru had to stifle a smile. That was typical of Yusuke. He was always so courteous.

[Haru]: I'd love to, Yusuke-kun! What do you have in mind?

[Yusuke-kun]: Might we go to Inokashira Park? It's a beautiful day, for December especially.

[Haru]: Sure! I'll meet you there.

Yusuke was waiting for her at the entrance of the park, something tucked under his arm.

"Yusuke-kun!" Haru called out to him before hurrying to him. "I hope you haven't been waiting for long!"

Yusuke smiled gently at her. "There's nothing to worry, Haru. And again—I'd like to wish you a happy birthday."

Haru's eyes widened. "Thank you, Yusuke-kun. It's already shaping out to be a nice birthday."

Much nicer than her seventeenth birthday…

Haru quickly shook her head. No—she wasn't going to let dark thoughts sully today.

Yusuke smiled at her. "I'm glad to hear that."

He then shifted the package under his arm.

"I ah—I made you something for your birthday. I'd be delighted if you'd accept it."

Haru smiled shyly at him. She just hoped that it wasn't too expensive for Yusuke, especially with how much financial trouble he had.

"I'd be happy to receive anything from you, Yusuke-kun," she said sincerely.

Yusuke then guided her to sit at an empty bench. He handed her the package. Haru balanced the package on her knees as she pulled at the wrappings.

Unsurprisingly, it was a painting.

Yusuke had painted her. She was standing in the center of a botanical garden. The background was beautifully painted. But Haru's eyes were drawn to the painted version of herself. She was cupping a simple peony blossom in her hands, a soft smile playing at her lips.

It was simply stunning.

"Oh, Yusuke-kun… this is so beautiful!" Haru exclaimed before looking up to meet Yusuke's gaze.

Then his lips curved into a gentle smile.

"I'm honored that you like it so much," he said gently before abruptly clearing his throat. "I assume you're familiar with flower language, yes?"

Haru looked curiously at him. She had some knowledge of it though she had been schooled in ikebana more than hanakotoba. Of course, there were some meanings that came to her more easily.

For example, there was what sakura blossoms represented. Kindness, gentleness, and transience of life. The meanings of the various roses were well known as well.

Haru had to think about the meaning for peony, however.

"It symbolizes bravery, doesn't it?" Haru said hesitantly.

Yusuke smiled faintly. "That is but one of the meanings. It's also a symbol of beauty, grace, and compassion."

His smile then turned warm as he met her eyes.

"I personally think it's a perfect fit for you, Haru."

Haru's cheeks warmed at the compliment.

"I ah… thank you, Yusuke-kun," she said softly.

It meant more to her because she knew that Yusuke was completely sincere. That was one thing she truly appreciated about him. Yusuke sometimes was too blunt for his own good but Haru liked that he'd never seek to flatter her with false words. He was honest.

Yusuke suddenly frowned. "Did I offend you?"

Haru waved her hands. "No, nothing of the sort, Yusuke-kun!"

She then looked at him shyly.

"I'm flattered that you think so highly of me."

Yusuke blinked at that before a slight pink tinged at his cheeks.

"Of course. You have a loving heart, yet you are so strong." He then cleared his throat, looking a bit flustered. "Though I must ask—is everything going okay with… breaking the engagement with Sugimura?"

Haru's eyes widened at that. "Oh yes! In fact—do you want to hear about that?"

Yusuke just chuckled before giving a nod.

"I'd love to."

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Saturday, December 3rd, 2016

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Ren was late. Haru couldn't help but feel anxious. Takakura-san was going to be here soon and she honestly needed the reassurance.

"Lady Haru? Amamiya-san is here to see you."

Haru whirled around to face her maid, Keiko.

Haru nodded. "Please let him in, Keiko. And that'll be all for today."

Keiko titled her head, giving Haru a questioning look. But she slowly nodded before dipping into a curtsey.

"As you wish, Lady Haru."

A few moments later, Ren stepped into the foyer.

"Sorry, Haru—I got a little sidetracked," he said with a sheepish smile.

Haru giggled. "That's all right, Ren-kun. I'm just relieved that you're here."

Ren smiled at her. He really did have a nice smile. Maybe if Ren was single, Haru might've harbored a longer lasting crush on him.

"So, what's your plan exactly?" Ren asked.

Haru answered, "I plan on brewing some coffee, from the beans that I grew myself. I want to show Takakura-san a product—something that I created from my own hands. Start to finish. I want to show him that we don't need to keep being a huge corporation. I want to return Okumura Foods to its roots."

Ren smiled before giving Haru's shoulder a small squeeze. "You'll do great. Just speak from your heart, Haru."

Haru gave a little nod before clenching both hands into fists.

"Yes! Just watch me, Ren-kun."

Haru led Ren to the kitchen. She saw a few moments where Ren seemed to want to suggest something, but he stepped down every time. Personally, Haru appreciated it. This was something she had to do on her own.

She ground the coffee beans, boiled the water, and brewed the coffee. She made three cups, one for her, one for Takakura-san, and one for Ren.

Keiko reappeared, announcing that Takakura-san had arrived. Haru thanked her before asking her to bring the coffee she had brewed to the parlor.

Takakura-san was sitting down already.

"Oh, hello, Haru-chan," he greeted as she and Ren sat down. "What was so urgent that you called me down for this?"

Haru cleared her throat. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with Takakura-san. But first... won't you try the coffee?"

Takakura-san raised an eyebrow. "You'd like me to try this?"

"Please, if only a taste. This wasn't made with particularly expensive beans or brewed by a coffee expert."

Takakura-san's expression grew composed before he reached for the porcelain cup. Haru bit the inside of her cheek as he inhaled the scent of the coffee before taking a careful sip.

"Hmm... this flavor. How interesting," he said, his voice thoughtful.

Then he turned to Haru, meeting her gaze. Haru's heart started to hammer hard against her chest. Her fingers curled around the hem of her skirt.

"What is it you wanted to discuss with me?" Takakura-san questioned. "Does it concern the company?"

Haru bowed her head for a moment. It gave her a chance to take a deep breath.

"My apologies for bothering you at such an important time." Her voice shook for a moment.

She could do this. She needed to speak from her heart!

"It's not a problem," Takakura-san said, shaking his head.

Haru bit her lip. "The truth is... after my father's passing, I couldn't bring myself to trust anyone at Okumura Foods."

Takakura-san nodded. "I see..."

"And that... that included you, Takakura-san."

Takakura-san looked down but Haru caught sight of the frown on his face. "Oh, that is quite cruel."

Haru winced before rubbing her arm. She didn't mean to hurt his feelings but how could she trust anyone? After all of this...

"M-My apologies. Um, what I wished to discuss is—"

Anxiety welled up inside of her. She could do this but her mouth had gone dry. It was like the words were stuck in her throat. Haru tried to clear her throat.

Ren suddenly reached out, putting a hand over hers.

"You can do this, Haru. Don't forget to breathe," he whispered, his eyes twinkling at her. "You need to believe in yourself."

Haru giggled. It was really impressive how Ren could be so reassuring.

"You're right, Ren-kun. I'll be okay." She then took a deep breath. "Um, Takakura-san, what did you think of the coffee? I grew the beans myself and prepared the coffee as well."

Ren nodded. "I watched her do it. She made a few mistakes but... you should've seen the look on her face. She put so much effort in this coffee."

Takakura-san looked surprised at that, before uttering, "What?"

Haru smiled at Ren for a moment. "Ren-kun is being kind. Too kind, in my opinion. I honestly don't think it's a particularly good cup of coffee. However... I put my heart into it. That's why I asked you here, Takakura-san."

Takakura-san was silent, but he reached for the coffee again and took another sip. He let out a thoughtful hum.

"And just so we're clear—I'm not suggesting we need to put this level of effort to our coffee chain. And I'm not suggesting we put a halt to the plan either. However, I don't want to serve any low-quality food to our customers," Haru said firmly.

Takakura-san slowly looked to Haru.

"You know, Haru-chan, this coffee is very much like what your grandfather used to brew."

Haru couldn't help it. She gasped.

"R-Really?" she asked.

"I used to be a regular at his café," he explained. "I even recall seeing your father and yourself there a couple times. I remember the time your grandfather gave you some coffee to try and well… you didn't particularly like it. I'm sure that your grandfather would be so happy to see you now."

Haru was speechless. She had no idea.

He said sadly. "But the way your grandfather prepared food—it spoke to me. That's why I ended up joining the company. I honestly was opposed to closing down the café but I didn't have the power to make that decision. I was planning on naming this new chain after his old café though. To make up for it."

He then folded his hands in his lap before smiling gently.

"I'm going to create a business that is loved by customers and employees alike, just like the café. A place where people can come to drink in the subtle joys of life."

"Is that so…?" Haru asked.

That sounded so wonderful.

"Haru-chan, I don't blame you for distrusting us," Takakura-san said gently. "After all, things would've been very different had someone stood up to your father."

Haru bit her lip, staring down at her lap. She couldn't help but wonder if what happened to Father would haunt her for the rest of her life. She had so many regrets. If only they could've saved him…

"Be that as it may, I can truly sense the passion in this coffee. You really do take after your grandfather."

Haru shook her head. She couldn't help but feel that was false. She had been so ungracious to Takakura-san.

"I was so rude to you…" she murmured. "I'm sorry."

Takakura-san just smiled in understanding. "I'm sorry for encouraging you to abandon your shares. I thought they were a burden to you… but I was wrong."

Ren shook his head. "You really underestimated her."

Haru's cheeks heated up. "Ren-kun!"

"That's my name, don't wear it out," he joked.

Takakura-san chuckled. "Haru-chan… if you'd like—why don't you take part in our next company meeting?"

Haru looked up, startled. She hadn't done that since before Father died.

"Really?" she asked.

Takakura-san nodded. "The truth is, the rumors that I was pleased about your father's death were troubling, to put it lightly. I understand that not everyone agrees with the vision I have for the company but... I've spent great effort struggling against our board of directors to push Okumura Foods on the right path."

She had been so wrong about Takakura-san but she was glad.

"What I need is to be able to communicate that thought as clearly as possible." He then gestured to the coffee cup. "Just as you did with this coffee. Do you think you could assist me with that? I want to build up the company from the ground up."

She couldn't help but feel shocked at that. She had thought Takakura-san was working against her and now he was asking for her help?!

"Well… I…" Haru stammered out.

"Come on, Haru, you'll do great," Ren said with a smile.

Encouraged by his words, Haru slowly rose to her feet.

"I-I would be glad to join you!"

"Excellent, your grandfather would be proud... as would your father." He heaved out a sigh. "Your father really did lose sight of what was important. I still remember what he was like before your grandfather died. Although, I believe that he never was quite the same after your mother died."

Haru frowned.

"Mother, would things have been different if you hadn't died?" Haru couldn't help but wonder.

"By the way—the coffee was just superb. Don't be so hard on yourself," Takakura-san added.

She had to look to the future. She would help reform Okumura Foods, into something that her family would be proud of!

Haru bowed before flashing Takakura-san a smile.

"Thank you very much!"

Haru then bit her lip. She had to do it. She took a breath and steeled herself.

"Also... I have something else important I needed to discuss with you. It's about Sugimura-san. I wish to call off the engagement."

"Oh, and... it seems I've made another misunderstanding," Takakura-san said with a raised brow. "I was under the impression that you were thrilled with the engagement with Sugimura-kun."

Beside her, Ren let out a disbelieving laugh. "You're kidding, right?"

Takakura-san sighed, shaking his head. "I believed that was what you wanted. I'm sorry. But that's why I was so insistent on hurrying the marriage. I wanted you to have all the support you needed."

Haru put a hand over her heart. "Um, Takakura-san, I thank you for being so concerned."

But then she turned to Ren.

"But I have friends. Wonderful friends, who have supported me through the aftermath of Father's death. I... I don't know what I'd do without them."

Takakura-san chuckled. "Oh? Just friends? I thought maybe you might prefer the young man with you over Sugimura-kun."

Haru's eyes widened. "What? O-Oh no, it's not like that! Ren-kun is a wonderful friend but he's been dating one of our friends for, um..."

She trailed off for a moment. She actually didn't know when Ren and Anne started dating.

Ren interjected. "I've been dating my girlfriend for nearly four months now. She's just wonderful, and I don't know what I'd do without her. Haru's an amazing girl though—she'll find someone who appreciates her. The way she deserves."

For some reason, Yusuke's face flashed in Haru's mind. Heat suddenly rose in her cheeks.

Why did she suddenly think of Yusuke? He was just a friend.

"Oh? And you believe Sugimura-kun can't do that?" Takakura-san inquired, before looking to Haru. "What about you, Haru-chan? What do you think of Sugimura-kun?"

"I—umm—I think he's an intelligent man..."

Haru couldn't help but cringe at the fib.

"But I have no interest in him. I don't want to be his wife. I would prefer to walk my own path. One in which the only person in control of my actions is me."

To emphasize her point, Haru placed a hand over her chest.

"Not my father, and not Sugimura-san."

"I understand." Takakura-san nodded. "You've really grown, Haru-chan. I didn't realize that you've became such a strong, kind, and mature woman. My apologies for not seeing this sooner."

"Oh... thank you. B-But what about the contract Sugimura-san made with Father?" Haru asked tentatively. "He said the reparations would be immense if I didn't go forth with the marriage."

Takakura-san blinked, suddenly looking confused. He even tilted his head slightly.

"I haven't heard such a thing about this contract. Have you seen the document?" he inquired.

"Huh? O-Oh… now that you mentioned it, I've never seen the contract." Haru replied, feeling her cheeks heat up.

She couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Why hadn't she asked about it before?

"And neither your father nor our lawyers have mentioned it to me either," Takakura-san mentioned. "It seems that he was lying to you… and maybe has had some help from people inside the company."

He then explained that some members brought him into board meetings in hopes of discouraging Takakura-san's plans. It was just awful and it made Haru a little angry to hear this.

Takakura-san promised to take care of things, but Haru couldn't help but think, maybe they needed to invoke a change of heart.

Sugimura might try this again. And she needed to ensure that Sugimura would never do this again. There was also the issue of how he behaved towards her. Even if the engagement wasn't going to happen, there is no telling how he'd react to the news. And even if she filed a restraining order, what if he treated some other poor woman the same way he treated her? No, he absolutely needed to be taken care of. She couldn't bear the thought of someone else enduring what she had to go through.

Takakura-san lingered for a little longer, enjoying his coffee before finally departing.

"Um... thank you, Ren-kun," she said, turning to her friend. "For being here. Today was a huge success, both with the company and Sugimura-san."

Ren grinned at her. "Anytime, Haru."

Haru took in a shaky breath. "I was so afraid but… when it came down to it. It was actually fairly simple. I only made it because everyone was supporting me, though. And thank you for being here with me. I think I would've lost my nerve otherwise."

"So where's my reward?" Ren joked with his usual grin.

Haru laughed, covering her mouth with her hand for a moment.

"You're so silly sometimes, Ren-kun!" she said in between giggles only to become somber; she looked at him seriously. "But… if there's anything I can do for you, I really want to return the favor. You can confide in me. I'll be there for you, I promise."

To emphasize her point, Haru placed her hand over her heart.

Ren smiled. "I know… thank you, Haru. But…"

"But?" Haru asked.

"There's something else bothering you, isn't it?" Ren asked.

Haru bit her lip. "Would it be too much… if we changed Sugimura-san's heart?" she asked quietly.

Ren looked thoughtful before shaking his head. "No. He's a conniving bastard who will hurt people again if he's given the right tools. Let's change his heart. So he can't pull this crap ever again."

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"And that's the entire story," Haru said, clasping her hands in her lap.

Yusuke's expression was unreadable. But then he reached out, touching her hand. Haru couldn't help but start at the sudden touch. It wasn't unwelcome—it just startled her.

"I'm glad that you want to change Sugimura's heart, Haru," he said quietly. "The way he's treated you—it's simply deplorable."

"Yusuke-kun, it's not just that. I just… don't want him to have the opportunity to hurt more people."

Yusuke nodded. "That, I can agree on."

"Shall we take a stroll around the park?" Haru suggested. "It's a bit chilly but it really is a lovely day."

Yusuke smiled. "It'd be my honor."

Haru noticed, however, that Yusuke would check his phone periodically. Haru couldn't help but giggle to herself. It appeared that her friends were planning a surprise party for her.

"So… is it time to go to Leblanc yet, Yusuke-kun?" Haru asked.

It was Yusuke's turn to be startled. Haru couldn't help but giggle at how he looked like a deer in headlights.

"I… beg your pardon?"

"You weren't being exactly subtle with checking your phone," Haru said. "And Ren-kun mentioned something about it being important to celebrate birthdays."

A flush spread across Yusuke's face at that, made quite obvious with his pale complexion.

"Forgive me… I didn't hide it well enough from you," he murmured.

Haru just laughed, squeezing his hand for a moment. "There's nothing to forgive. I always enjoy your company, Yusuke-kun. And… it does mean a lot to me that you all took the time to plan this party out for me."

A slow smile tugged at Yusuke's lips. "The feeling is mutual, Haru, I assure you."

He then cleared his throat.

"And… the party is ready. Shall we head off?"

Haru nodded. "Yes."

The walk back was pleasant. Somehow, they always found something to talk about.

They had barely walked into the dark café when poppers suddenly went off.

"SURPRISE!"

Ren quickly deflated as he caught sight of Haru's expression. "Whaaat? You're not surprised?"

Haru giggled. "Ren-kun, you were talking about celebrating birthdays in a big way."

Futaba snapped her fingers, a scowl coming across her face. "Aw, nuts."

Anne giggled before bounding over to Haru, catching her in a tight hug. Haru gasped for a moment, but she returned the embrace.

"Happy birthday, Haru!" she cheered. "The big eighteen! Of course, we had to do something special!"

Haru smiled slightly. "Even with Shido looming over our heads?"

"Especially because of that. It's not every day that it's your birthday, Haru," Ren emphasized with a smile.

"But no talk about Phantom Thief work today!" Ryuji declared.

"You sure you can manage that, Ryuji?" Morgana snarked.

Ryuji let out a growl, glaring at Morgana. "Shuddup!"

"Children, play nice," Ken said dryly before rolling his eyes at the two of them.

Ryuji still looked sulky. "Morgana started it…"

"I did not! You did!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Nobody ever listens to me," Ken lamented with a shake of his head, making several people start to laugh.

Yusuke ignored the banter, choosing to carefully set down the painting he made for Haru at on the table closest to the door.

"Oooh, you painted something for Haru?" Futaba asked.

She then walked over to where Yusuke stood, reaching out to grab the painting. Yusuke then smacked her hand away.

"Do not touch," he said sternly.

Futaba puffed out her cheeks. "Hey! Don't be a jerk, Inari!"

"I am most certainly not," Yusuke sniffed. "You're going to get your fingerprints on the canvas and I won't have that!"

Haru smiled before walking over to Yusuke.

"I don't mind, Yusuke-kun. Futaba-chan's just curious, after all," she said, placing a hand on his arm.

"Nyeh!" Futaba stuck her tongue out at Yusuke.

"Hey now, Futaba, don't be rude," Sojiro scolded.

Futaba flapped a hand in Sojiro's general direction before picking up the painting.

"Nice work as always, Yusuke," Ken complimented, looking over Futaba's shoulder. "You painted Haru beautifully."

Yusuke simply shrugged in response. "It is not difficult to portray Haru's beauty."

Haru felt her cheeks warm up. Haru didn't consider herself particularly striking. So Yusuke so casually calling her beautiful felt... nice.

"Anyways…" Makoto suddenly interjected. "What do you want to do first, Haru?"

Haru frowned. "Oh well… I'm not sure, really!"

She then let out a chuckle before scratching at her cheek.

"Anne-chan's birthday party was the first one I had ever been to. A 'normal' one, I suppose. Father would sometimes bring me to birthday galas but…"

"Ew! That's so boring!" Futaba said, wrinkling her nose in distaste.

"We gotta fix that!" Ryuji said.

Ren just grinned in response. "Well, Yusuke's birthday is coming up in January, so we'll be able to fix that."

"Now that I think about it, we have a lot of birthdays in consecutive months," Anne said, pressing her index finger against her lips. "Makoto's birthday is in April, then Ren in May, then it's Ken in June, and Ryuji in July…"

"Then your birthday in November, Haru's in December, Yusuke in January, and mine in February!" Futaba said cheerfully.

Haru giggled. She hadn't thought of that, but now that Futaba and Anne pointed it out… it was rather amusing.

Though, Yusuke's birthday was in January… She'd have to find a good gift for him. Yusuke deserved it.

"So… what do you wanna do, birthday girl?" Ryuji asked with a grin.

Haru pursed her lips. "Um… what about a party game?" she asked.

Ren suddenly grinned, rubbing his hands together.

"Well, in that case… let's teach you some card games!" he said, a gleam in his eye.

"Please don't teach Haru how to gamble…" Makoto sighed.

Ren pulled a face. "But those are all of the fun games."

Haru pointedly cleared her throat before clasping her hands behind her back.

"That actually… sounds fun."

Ren grinned. "I'll get the cards."

"And I'll get the snacks!" Ryuji chimed in.

Anne shook her head at Ren and Ryuji's antics.

"They're really like little kids," she said, even as fondness edged into her voice.

Haru giggled. "You love them still, don't you?"

"That I do," Anne sighed before snagging Haru by the arm. "Come on, let's teach you some card games, Haru."

---

"I got the spoon first!"

"No, I did!"

As Futaba and Ryuji argued over who snagged the last spoon (and playing tug-o-war over it), Haru stretched her legs. Her friends knew a lot of cards. Anne chipped in with teaching them a few American games too, such as the game they were playing now, Spoons.

"This is the perfect game for phantom thieves," Morgana said with a purr. "Too bad I can't hold the cards very well."

Anne chuckled before petting Morgana.

"Your company's enough, Morgana."

Haru couldn't help but giggle. She couldn't help but think that Morgana really enjoyed watching them play.

"Okay, enough," Makoto chided before looking to Haru. "It's getting late—we should start eating the food."

"Sweet!" Ryuji brightened at this.

Futaba took his brief distraction to yank the spoon out of Ryuji's grasp.

"HA! I got it!" she crowed in triumph.

"You little—"

Ken rolled his eyes. "Don't be a sore winner, Futaba."

"Yeah!" Ryuji seconded with a smug smile.

"So you admit you lost?" Morgana teased.

"S-Shuddup!"

Haru giggled as Morgana and Ryuji started to bicker. It was honestly nice to relax a little.

No stressing out because of Shido.

They headed down to the café and started to feast on the food. Though it was a pity that Shinjiro-san couldn't make it.

Sojiro had cooked for them, though Haru couldn't help but feel confused. This wasn't the usual curry that Sojiro served. For one, there were no chunks of meat in it.

"The birthday girl gets the first bite!" Futaba said, bouncing up and down in her seat.

Haru frowned before taking a bite. A fresh, yet slightly bitter taste filled her mouth. Then she chewed some more, before a subtle spicy sweetness took over.

She swallowed, looking to Sojiro.

"It's delicious! Are you trying out a new recipe, Boss?"

"Something like that," he said with a grin.

Ren then smiled. "Haru, Boss made these with some of your vegetables. He's thinking about adding it to the menu."

Haru's hand flew to her mouth before squeaking out, "Really?"

"I think a vegetarian option would be good," Sojiro said with a shrug.

Oh… she didn't even know what to say to this.

"T-Thank you, Boss. This is amazing," Haru finally said.

Sojiro chuckled. "Any time, Haru-chan. I'd love to teach you the recipe some time."

"That would be marvelous!"

They continued to chat as they ate the food. But then Haru's friends insisted that she unwrap their presents before eating the cake.

"Who wants to go first?" Makoto asked.

"Oooh, me! Me!" Futaba cried, waving her hand frantically.

"Didn't you go first for Lady Anne's birthday too?" Morgana huffed.

Haru smiled softly before resting a hand on Morgana's back for a moment.

"I'd love to see what you got me, Futaba-chan."

Ren chuckled. "This is actually from both me and Futaba."

It was wrapped in lavender paper with white polka dots. A white ribbon with gold edge was tied neatly in the center. If Haru had to guess, it was Ren's handiwork. He was always so nimble with his fingers.

It was such a large present though—Haru wondered what it was.

Haru carefully unwrapped it—there was no need to rip the paper, after all—to reveal that it was a rather nice French press.

Ren grinned at her. "You were already interested in making coffee so…"

"You can be Sojiro's number two apprentice now!" Futaba said, giggling.

Haru laughed. "Ren-kun, Futaba-chan—you didn't have to!"

"Oh yes we did!" Futaba fired back.

Anne giggled. "My turn next!"

Her present was wrapped in pale pink paper, though it wasn't as nicely wrapped as Ren and Futaba's gift. She lifted the lid to reveal that there was an outfit sitting inside.

"It's getting colder and sometimes my modeling job lets me keep the clothes I wear," Anne said. "I thought this was so cute and it fits your style way better than me!"

There was a pale pink jacket with a fluffy collar, along with some tights and a matching beret.

"It's so lovely, Anne-chan!" Haru exclaimed, stroking the collar for a moment. She couldn't help but marvel at how soft it felt. "Thank you! I can't wait to try it on."

Ryuji's gift was surprisingly small. He had just put it in a small paper bag with tissue paper stuffed inside. Haru reached inside, pulling out a video game. Haru had never heard of this game, however.

"Bloodbirth is awesome, Haru! You're gonna love it!" he enthused.

Morgana frowned. "Doesn't Haru need a gaming system to play this?"

Ryuji flapped a hand. "I'll lend her my SP4!"

Makoto's gift to her was a set of gardening gloves along with a book about different techniques with grafting plants.

"I thought since you're so interested in gardening, you'd might be interested in trying to grafting plants," Makoto said sheepishly. "I believe it's quite common to do it with grape plants?"

Haru beamed at her. "This is wonderful! Thank you, Mako-chan! It's definitely something I'd like to experiment with."

Ren grinned. "Your vegetables are already pretty awesome."

"But there's always room for improvement! And maybe I'll start practicing with some rosebushes. I think that's a popular plant to graft…" Haru said.

"And we just have Ken!" Futaba cheered.

Ken rolled his eyes at her before picking up the package and handing it to Haru.

"Happy birthday, Haru," he said with a smile.

Ken gave her something similar to what he gave Anne. A recipe book, which he had handbound himself. The cover was beautiful, pale purple with darker purple wisteria creeping on the edges. When she opened it, she saw that Ken had written a table of contents. It was filled with recipes, from breakfast meals to lunch meals to dinner meals. There were even some dessert recipes as well.

Haru thumbed through it. It was at least thirty pages long. She couldn't help but wonder when Ken started to work on this.

"Are all of these Shinjiro-san's recipes?" Haru was curious.

"Most but not all," Ken answered. "Most of the dessert recipes are Fuuka-san's. She actually likes baking more than cooking."

Haru smiled before closing the book. "Then you can thank her as well. I look forward to trying out her recipes."

"Speaking of food—time for cake!" Ryuji said with a cheer.

"Ever the glutton," Morgana sighed, shaking his head.

"Can it, cat!"

Sojiro ignored their bickering, choosing instead to bring out the cake.

It was a lavender cheesecake, with frosting flowers sprinkled liberally on the top. After they sung the birthday song to her, Ren did the cutting, expertly wielding the knife.

Haru let out a happy hum as she took the first bite. The lavender flavor was sweet and delicate, and it practically melted on her tongue.

"Oh, this is so delicious!" she explained, pressing her free hand against her cheek.

"Right?" Anne beamed. "It's from one of my favorite bakeries!"

Haru turned to look at her friends' smiling faces. They all… cared about her so much. Even though they were worried and stressed about dealing with Shido, they had taken the time to organize this party for her.

"Everyone… thank you for all of this," Haru said softly.

"Of course we would," Morgana stated. "You're a dear friend to us all, Haru!"

"Mona-chan…" Haru's eyes started to water.

When she was younger, she used to have an imaginary friend. She dreamed of having a friend who cared about her, not her family connections.

"S-Shit, don't cry, Haru!" Ryuji said, leaning over to awkwardly pat at Haru's back.

Haru just smiled. Maybe she shouldn't be surprised that Ryuji misinterpreted her tears.

Haru shook her head. "No, you misunderstand, Ryuji-kun. I'm crying because I'm so happy."

"We've all been there," Anne said softly.

Haru could only just nod.

Then her friends looked to each other and then back to her.

They spoke at once.

"Happy birthday, Haru."

---

Tuesday, December 6th, 2016

---

The school day felt longer than usual, in Yusuke's opinion. He was not someone to detest schoolwork, like Ryuji and Anne. But since Ren sent out the message that they would be infiltrating Mementos today, Yusuke found himself grow impatient with anticipation.

Though Yusuke had to admit, even as lonely as it could be to be the only Kosei student out of his friends, there was an advantage to not attend Shujin.

He didn't have to pretend about being ignorant of the true reason of Ren's absence.

He barely registered the bell signaling lunch but his classmates' eager scramble to escape the classroom certainly caught his attention.

Yusuke couldn't help but grimace as his stomach gurgled from hunger. When given a choice between food or art supplies, Yusuke always chose art supplies in a heartbeat.

But still, Yusuke couldn't help but wish for lunch…

Yusuke fiddled with his phone for a moment. Perhaps Ken would be open to bringing him something before they entered Mementos? Ken obviously didn't share the same passion for cooking as his guardian, but Ken seemed to enjoy it a decent amount.

Then Yusuke heard the sound of someone clearing their throat.

How odd. Perhaps they needed a cough drop. Yusuke turned to suggest this, only to see Hifumi Togo standing right by his desk.

Togo-san was of average height, just a few centimeters taller than Haru. With her dark hair, fair complexion, and willowy build, she had a classical Japanese beauty to her; still lovely but different from Anne's exotic features, Makoto's poise, Futaba's… uniqueness, and Haru's understated elegance.

Togo-san was a curiosity. She was famous due to her reputation as a shogi player, but she seemed to be alienated from her peers. Yusuke was aware that Ren had befriended her months ago, however.

She seemed nervous so Yusuke let out a delicate cough.

"May I help you, Togo-san?" he asked.

Togo-san seemed to fiddle with her hair for a moment.

"You can, Kitagawa-kun," she said softly. "I was wondering if you might join me for lunch today."

Yusuke couldn't help but feel confused. Why was she suddenly seeking him out like this?

There were a handful of boys in the classroom, who began to titter about Togo-san's invitation. Something about girls always going for pretty boys? What on earth were they prattling on about? And why were they giving him dirty looks?

But Yusuke forced to look at Togo-san instead.

"I appreciate the invitation but… I have no lunch. So therefore, I cannot accept."

Togo-san's eyes went wide at that. "You have no lunch?! You must eat something."

Yusuke shrugged. "I'm sure that my friend would be more than happy to bring me something after school."

Togo-san shook her head. "That's hours away! Kitagawa-kun, you must take better care of yourself!"

She then reached into her bag, pressing a one-thousand yen bill into Yusuke's hand.

"Please use this to buy yourself lunch," she urged.

"Togo-san, this is far too much, it is not necessary—" Yusuke began to protest, only to be cut off by her.

"Yes, it is. You're…" She began to fidget. "You're Amamiya-kun's friend so… I'm not opposed to calling you my friend."

Yusuke couldn't help but feel startled.

"You know of my friendship with Ren?"

Togo-san chuckled before a small smile curved at her lips. "Yes, he's mentioned you on occasion. The most memorable time was about the two of you posing in the church, I believe?"

Yusuke couldn't help but laugh. That day in the church was certainly memorable.

"And if you feel bad about the money, just join me for lunch," Togo-san added quickly. "That would be more than enough payment."

Togo-san's voice suddenly became wistful. Yusuke's heart gave a twinge at that.

Yusuke then dipped his head.

"I'd be honored to join you for lunch," he said.

Togo-san's expression turned relieved. "Wonderful! Let us go, then!"

Yusuke couldn't help but wonder if Togo-san was seeking him out in order to ask him some questions about Ren. Had Ren even been in contact with Togo-san?

She accompanied him to the student store. It took Yusuke a few minutes to choose what to buy but he settled on a croquette.

Togo-san proceeded to lead him outside, to the courtyard. They passed by the school mascot as they sought a stone bench to sit at. While the courtyard was a popular place to eat lunch, the cold weather had driven most people to stay inside the school buildings during lunch.

Once they were seated, Yusuke looked to Togo-san. He decided to be direct.

"Togo-san, why did you seek me out today?"

Togo-san tensed for a moment. "It's about... Ren-san."

Yusuke couldn't help but tense.

"What about Ren? He had a family emergency so he had to go back to Shimoda."

Shimoda was Ren's hometown, apparently about the size of Inaba. It was on the coast, so according to Ren, most people just spent their time at the beach for the most part.

Ren had told Yusuke several months ago during the hotpot party, but Ren recently reminded them all of it. Just in case they had to give an excuse for Ren, to keep up the masquerade.

Yusuke just never imagined that it'd fall to him. Most people attending Kosei High knew nothing about Ren, after all. And he had been keeping to himself ever since Ren's "capture".

Togo-san's lips suddenly pursed together before a shrewd light entered her eyes.

Yusuke couldn't help but tense up, his stomach clenching.

"Oh no," he couldn't help but think.

Then the light disappeared, and she brushed a lock of hair out of her face.

"I just want to know if he's doing well. He responded to me only once in two weeks," Togo-san said softly.

Yusuke winced. He could've claimed that Ren's phone service was not best, being in the countryside. But something stilled Yusuke's tongue. He didn't have the heart to lie to her, especially since she was asking after his wellbeing.

"He's... quite bored, where he is," Yusuke said carefully. "You know Ren—he always has to do something."

At least Yusuke spoke the truth in this instance. Ren had bemoaned, more than once, how horribly boring it was to be stuck in Café Leblanc with nobody to talk to.

Of course, Morgana took offense at that.

Togo-san chuckled. "He does seem to be quite active."

Yusuke nodded. "He's a good friend. He's done much to help me."

Togo-san smiled softly. "He is. He's quite... wonderful. He's a marvelous listener and he was the first person my age to show interest in playing shogi with me."

As she spoke, pink tinted at her cheeks to his confusion. Yusuke couldn't help but wonder if she was getting sick maybe.

Togo-san's expression suddenly grew somber.

"And I hope he doesn't get into any sort of trouble."

Yusuke couldn't help but tense up.

"What do you mean, Togo-san?" Miraculously, Yusuke managed to keep his voice steady.

Togo-san met his gaze evenly.

"You never know, with how... chaotic everything has been lately," she said in a careful tone.

Yusuke swallowed hard. Togo-san's gaze was probing, as if she was just waiting for him to make the wrong move.

"The psychotic breakdowns, the mental shutdowns... not to mention that the Phantom Thieves are still in hiding."

Yusuke could only nod.

"I must admit... it was shocking. They have helped me in the past," he said quietly.

He prayed fervently that Togo-san wouldn't hear how fast his heart was beating, hammering hard against his rib cage.

Togo-san's face fell. "Ah, that's right. You were Madarame's protégé."

Yusuke swallowed thickly at that, his heart giving a painful twinge at the mention of Madarame.

"Yes, I..." Yusuke cleared his throat. "Madaramehad been keen on using my paintings and passing it off as his own creations."

It was getting easier to refer to him as just Madarame... Yusuke didn't know how to feel about that.

Togo-san nodded before twisting at the hem of her skirt.

"I… I don't think the Phantom Thieves are bad as everyone says. They helped so many people. I don't believe they killed anyone, it has to be some sort of mistake. Or maybe they were framed." Togo-san paused briefly. "And I believe... Ren-san intended to help my own situation by going to the Phantom Thieves."

Yusuke's mouth suddenly went dry.

"W-What makes you say that?" Yusuke couldn't stop himself from stammering.

Togo-san tilted her head. "On the Phan-Site, the Phantom Thieves fulfill target requests. All requests require the target's full name. The last time Ren-san and I spoke, he promised to help with my m—that is... the person giving me trouble, and he asked for her full name."

"Oh... this is troublesome," Yusuke thought to himself.

That was... awfully bold for Ren to ask the name point blank like that. Then again she appeared to be a supporter even still. But it's still a calculated risk to ask a full name with the Phantom Thieves' public image being at an all time low.

"Ren certainly has his quirks," Yusuke said with uncertainty.

Togo-san just smiled warmly. "You have nothing to fear, Kitagawa-kun. I care deeply for Ren-san and I wish nothing but his wellbeing. You'll pass on my well wishes, won't you?"

Yusuke looked at her carefully. The knots that had formed in his stomach loosened slightly.

If she was aware that Ren was a Phantom Thief and hadn't revealed it to anyone yet... she should be on their side. Yusuke should be able to trust her.

"Should I pass on everything you said to Ren?" Yusuke asked slowly.

Togo-san's eyes suddenly twinkled at him before she laughed softly.

"I think… some of our conversation should be a secret. Just between the two of us. Is that okay with you?"

Yusuke couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that. Perhaps she intended to reveal to Ren that she knew that he was a Phantom Thief later?

But if she wanted to keep it a secret that she knew for now… why should Yusuke object? Besides that Ren could stand to be surprised more often.

So Yusuke gave a nod.

"As you wish, Togo-san."

Togo-san then smiled. "Thank you, Kitagawa-kun. Oh—and don't forget to eat your lunch."

Yusuke's eyes widened. He had been so distracted with their conversation that he had forgotten entirely about eating. He ripped off the wrapper before eagerly taking a bite.

Togo-san tilted her head.

"You should really eat more, Kitagawa-kun. This just isn't healthy."

"I had to withhold getting food. I was running low on paints, and I simply had to finish my project."

He had to finish Haru's birthday present, no matter what. And the look of wonderment on her face was more than worth it.

Togo-san's eyes widened at that.

"You're certainly passionate about art, aren't you?"

Yusuke nodded. "Especially since I had rekindled my fire for creating art. Don't you have anything you're passionate about, Togo-san?"

Togo-san nodded furiously. "Shogi, of course!"

Yusuke chuckled. "Perhaps you can show me some time."

Togo-san looked startled at that but then she smiled softly.

"I'd be delighted. Thank you for spending time with me. We should do this again."

Yusuke gave her small smile. "Yes, I agree."

Yusuke's stomach then grumbled again. He looked at her sheepishly.

"Do you have any food at home, Kitagawa-kun?" she asked worriedly.

"I uh... no. As I said earlier about my expenses... well, I was counting on asking a friend to get me something to eat."

"You had no money for lunch or dinner?" Her voice cracked with concern.

He then admitted, "I may have… no money for food this week."

"Oh dear. That's not happening. No sir, look... I'm going to lend you some money and you're going grocery shopping."

"But—"

"No buts!"

---

Haru had only been to Mementos one time before today—while Akechi was still pretending to be working with them.

So Haru couldn't help but feel new at this, even though she had two Palaces under her belt now.

Almost everyone had arrived at Café Leblanc, save for Yusuke. For now, Morgana and Ren were laying out some of the targets they'd be going after.

"I had no idea that Hifumi Togo's mother would be so…" Makoto trailed off at that.

"Hifumi said that she's gone through the wringer but…" Ren shook his head. "Doesn't condone her actions. She's gotta be snapped out of it."

"Likewise with Oda-san and his mother," Ken mentioned.

Ren nodded. "Yeah. Don't worry—we'll take care of it."

"We got a loooong visit waiting for us," Ryuji grumbled.

Anne suddenly frowned, looking to Ren. "Are you sure you'll be okay, though, Ren? It hasn't been that long since we visited Shido's Palace."

Ren nodded before giving his girlfriend a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, Anne. My leg has been getting better every day. It's pretty much one hundred percent."

But was it fully recovered? Haru certainly hoped so. It's been over two weeks since Ren managed to escape from custody. She hated seeing her friend in pain.

"We can't even get started without Inari anyways—" Futaba was suddenly cut out by Yusuke.

"My apologies, I finally had some money so I took care of some grocery shopping for the week and had to drop it back off at the dorms," Yusuke got out, looking rather ruffled.

Ren waved his hand at Yusuke.

"No biggie, Yusuke. We were just talking about the targets."

Haru reached into her bag, pulling out an unopened water bottle.

"Here, Yusuke-kun. You don't want to be dehydrated."

"My thanks, Haru."

When Yusuke reached out to take the bottle, their fingers brushed against each other. Yusuke coughed, clearing his throat before taking the bottle from her hand.

"But anyways—we have a big list today," Morgana said. "We have eight targets today."

He and Ren led the debriefing with everyone throwing in their two cents on occasion.

"So, we're agreed, right?" Morgana asked.

Ryuji smacked his fist into his open palm. "Let's do this!"

"Ren, at your lead," Yusuke said.

Ren nodded. "It's showtime."

Without further ado, he pulled out his phone and activated the Meta-Nav app.

Once they were in Mementos, Futaba summoned Prometheus and disappeared into it. Rainbow lights pulsated from the Persona as Futaba scanned the area.

"Another area opened," she announced. "I can't tell how many floors we have left though…"

"That's fine, Oracle," Makoto said briskly. "We'll just find it the old-fashioned way, then."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Ren said.

Anne pumped a fist. "Let's get started!"

Ren ended up picking Morgana, Yusuke, and Anne as the starting team.

"Go faster, Joker!" Futaba urged. "Run those Shadows down!"

"I rather not have us break our necks," Ken retorted.

"Don't be a killjoy, Ace!"

This drew an annoyed huff from Ken at Futaba's accusation.

"I'm not being a killjoy!" he retorted.

"I'm with Ace, don't do anything that'll mar my face!" Morgana yelped.

"Settle down," Makoto chided with a sigh.

The Shadows that wandered Mementos weren't much of a challenge. But their targets, however were a different story. Especially Hifumi-san's mother. That was a dreadfully difficult fight, but at least they got the stubborn woman to finally understand how she was only hurting her daughter with her actions.

Eventually they reached where Sugimura was hiding.

"There he is!" Haru said.

"Sugimura…" Yusuke hissed out.

He had one hand on his sword's hilt, but he was gripping it rather tightly.

"We must make him pay!" Haru's hand clenched into a fist.

"Let's do this," Ren said.

Sugimura started to glare as they approached.

"So… you're here," he spat out. "You can't touch me! I have the power and you don't!"

"Shuddup! You're just a smug bastard who thinks he can take whatever he wants cause of your family's stupid legacy!" Ryuji growled.

Sugimura started to snicker.

"But it's the truth! Money and legacy are everything! And I will take what I want—"

His eyes turned to Haru.

"Starting with you."

His form trembled before he transformed into a...Haru felt herself blushing. How on earth could she fight that?

"Is that a dick on a chariot?" Ren deadpanned.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me…" Ken groaned out. "Really—Mara?!"

So… Ken was familiar with this. Haru couldn't help but feel a bit concerned, given how Ken was only eleven when SEES was active.

"Sugimura's definitely compensating! Like what Fox said!" Ryuji said.

"Oh my god!" Anne screeched out. "We really have to fight that?!"

"This is too perfect!" Futaba got in between snorts of laughter. "Pfffft—that's just so fitting!"

"Oracle, how can you take this so calmly?!" Makoto cried out; she was blushing as well.

"Uh, Queen, I hate to break it to ya, but I've seen things wayyy worse on the internet. Once you dive into the depths of the internet, you don't come out clean."

"Everyone, focus!" Morgana snapped.

The Shadow's wheels creaked as it lunged surprisingly fast at Haru. Ken grabbed her by the arm, yanking her to the side. Anne let out a growl before whipping out her gun.

"Tyr!" Ken shouted.

His Persona appeared before flinging blades of light at the Shadow. The Shadow recoiled back.

Morgana was sneaking around, about to strike at the Shadow from behind. But the Shadow's tentacles suddenly lashed out, striking at Morgana.

"Mona-chan!" Haru cried out.

"Argh, that's it!" Anne stomped her foot before ripping off her mask. "Hecate!"

"Panther, no!" Ken suddenly said. "Its affinity is—"

Flames burst from Hecate's form, but the Shadow seemed to welcome the attack. It even seemed to heal from it.

"—fire," Ken finished lamely.

Anne scowled at that.

"You couldn't mention that sooner?!" she snapped.

"You know that makes sense," Ryuji said.

"Really, Skull?" Ken hissed.

"C'mon, man, you know it's true—"

"Okay, less banter, more fighting the Shadow!" Ren interrupted Ryuji. "Panther, you're on support, okay? Oracle, work on figuring out a weakness!"

He summoned Arsène. Unfortunately, Sugimura's Shadow seemed to shake off Arsène's curse spell. Ren clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Kamu Susano-o, give us strength!" Yusuke exclaimed.

Green light shimmered around all of them. Haru could feel a lightness to her muscles.

"This one! Defense up!" Futaba followed up with her own support spell.

"Thanks Fox and Oracle!" Ren said before grasping his mask, tearing it off.

He summoned a Persona, which he called Janus. It was… interesting. Janus had two torsos, four arms and four legs. One belonging to a man who looked to the right, while the other belonged to a woman who was looking to the left. The female torso held a three-pronged spear and a hand mirror, while the male torso held a sword.

The Persona lunged forward, striking with both the spear and sword. Shadow Sugimura howled at the attack, black oozing from the head.

"Get out of my way!" he hissed.

Flames burst from its form. Haru winced as a few stray embers landed on her. The Shadow charged at her and Haru threw herself to the side.

"Why do you have to fight back?" Shadow Sugimura demanded. "You would've wanted for nothing as my wife!"

"You would've taken away my freedom!" Haru cried. "And that's everything to me!"

"Men can never satisfy women," he complained.

"That'd be implying that you're a man," Makoto snapped.

Shadow Sugimura snarled at the insult before lunging at Makoto. Ken quickly intercepted, Tyr firing bullets at the Shadow.

"This is my chance," Haru thought, her hand tightening around her axe.

She leapt forward with a cry, swinging her axe.

Black spurted from the Shadow and he whirled around. One of Shadow Sugimura's arms suddenly shot out, grabbing Haru's shoulder. Haru tried to yank out of his grip but he latched onto her other shoulder. He then lifted her in the air.

"You're mine…" he hissed.

Haru tried to squirm, to try and free herself, but his grasp tightened on her. Her stomach clenched as the Shadow's grip on her tightened.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!"

Something barreled into Shadow Sugimura hard and Haru was sent tumbling through the air. But then someone suddenly caught her, their arms cradling her close.

She blinked, looking up to see that it was Yusuke who had caught her.

"Fox?" she whispered.

Yusuke's grip on her tightened. "I've got you, Noir."

"She's MINE! You won't take her away!" Shadow Sugimura snarled out.

Flames burst from him once more, but Yusuke twisted, shielding Haru from the attack.

"Fox!" Futaba cried out but somehow Yusuke managed to stay on his feet.

Yusuke then lowered Haru to the ground. Haru's stomach began to twist into knots. Part of Yusuke's outfit had been burned away and Haru could see reddened skin peeking out.

"Fox—" Haru began anxiously but Yusuke shook his head.

Then he looked past Haru, his eyes hardening at Sugimura.

"You're nothing but scum," he spat out. "You treated Noir like she's a pretty little jewel that you own. But that's not the case. She's probably the kindest person I've had the honor of meeting. She's her own person and you don't get to dictate anything she does!"

"We'll take you down, no matter what!" Ren said. "Let's do this, guys!"

They answered Ren's rally enthusiastically. They slowly wore down Sugimura. One more blow should do the trick.

"Noir, it's yours!" Makoto said, turning to Haru.

Haru was startled but then she steeled herself. She raised her hand, tearing off her mask.

"Astarte, come!" she cried out.

Her Persona appeared with a flash. A pink glow surrounded Shadow Sugimura, tossing him in the air. He landed hard against the ground. Haru then leapt through the air, swinging her axe.

Shadow Sugimura finally fell, his form returning to his usual humanoid self.

"What have I done? All my life… I had been given whatever my heart desired," Sugimura mumbled out. "But Haru… you never wanted me. Was I just not good enough?"

"You were a disgusting pig, that's what it is!" Anne snarled out.

"Just because your parents spoiled you rotten doesn't give you the right to see people as your property!" Morgana seconded.

Haru could only just nod before rubbing her arm. The way he had grabbed her still sent goosebumps all over her arms.

"What… what can I do?"

"Atone..." Haru said, her heart giving a painful squeeze. "Consider what you've done, Sugimura-san. If you truly regret what you've done, then you must pay for your crimes."

It should've been Father that atoned, not this disgusting man. Why did she have to be robbed of Father atoning and them perhaps getting a chance to start over again?

Why? Why?

Sugimura swallowed hard.

"Very well."

His form then began to dissolve until an axe clattered to the ground. Even that was garish with how the handle had a golden gilt to it.

"That's fitting," Ken muttered.

Haru shuddered. "Joker… would it be too much to ask you to sell it? I don't want… to touch anything associated with that man."

Ren's eyes softened with sympathy. "Of course, Noir. Hopefully it'll fetch us a good amount of money."

"Thank god that's over with!" Anne suddenly blurted out. "It was just… UGH!"

Makoto just winced. "I have to agree with Panther…"

Futaba snickered above their heads before she dismissed Prometheus and landed to the ground.

"You guys have seen nothing," she snickered.

"Oracle! What have you been looking at?!" Makoto demanded.

"Yeah, do you go around looking at that crap?!" Anne exclaimed.

Futaba's hands went to her hips. "Uh, no. I don't go looking for it. But sometimes it just pops up!"

Ryuji suddenly snickered. "Jeez, Panther, I thought you wouldn't freak out. It's not like you haven't seen a d—"

Right, with how Ren and Anne were intimate with each other…

Anne's cheeks suddenly turned redder than her suit, before a strangled sound tore from Anne's throat.

"SKULL I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

She lunged for Ryuji, and Ken just let out a weary sigh. He pressed a hand against his forehead as Anne started to chase Ryuji around the area.

"If I never see Mara again… it'll be far too soon," he muttered.

Makoto sighed. "So… did you fight this 'Mara' before…?"

Ken shook his head. "Not fight."

Ken suddenly gave a shudder. Haru couldn't help but feel confused.

Did that mean Mara was a Persona?

Ken then confirmed her thoughts a moment later. "Minako-san used that Persona for a little while. She thought it was pretty funny. Then Mitsuru-san banned Minako-san from using it ever again, after Junpei-san made a similar joke. Though with Junpei-san… he's weak to Yukari-san's element."

"Jeez. At least Skull's new Persona resists fire," Futaba remarked.

Ren just laughed before finally intercepting Anne. Haru just shook her head.

This fight was certainly… an experience.

While Ren calmed down Anne, Ken walked up to Yusuke.

"Where does it hurt the most?" he asked.

Yusuke winced. "Ah… my back."

"I'm so sorry Fox!" Haru burst out. "If Sugimura hadn't grabbed me, then you wouldn't…"

Yusuke just smiled, putting a hand on her arm.

"I'd do that for you again, Noir. I don't regret it one bit." he said, placing his free hand over his heart.

Haru's heart began to flutter as warmth flooded her entire being. Yusuke was so sweet.

Morgana huffed. "Doesn't mean you have to throw yourself right into a fire attack."

Yusuke frowned. "I did not throw myself. I twisted."

Ken sighed in exasperation. "Stop fussing over semantics."

Without another word, he summoned Tyr to start healing Yusuke.

"So, Joker, that was the last of our requests," Morgana said, looking up to Ren.

Ren shook his head. "Let's keep pushing. We should be close to the end, right?"

Makoto nodded. "That's a good idea. We still need to get to the bottom of this. There's so much we don't know about Mementos…"

"Literally," Ryuji snickered out.

So after Ken finished healing Yusuke, they headed out. Morgana transformed into his bus form and they climbed inside.

It wasn't long until they finally reached the end of the line. The door loomed over them.

"How long do we have to go until we can finally reach the end…?" Makoto suddenly asked.

"And how many floors will it take?" Futaba sighed, folding her arms over her chest. "We've gone like forty floors or something."

"Still nothing on Mona-chan," Haru said glumly.

Morgana smiled up at Haru. "Thanks, Noir... but we do have higher priorities right now."

Right, they still needed to steal Shido's heart. Ren agreed to today's Mementos exploration because Haru felt it was urgent to deal with Sugimura as soon as possible.

Yusuke let out a thoughtful hum. "Maybe it'll change after we change Shido's heart? After all, Oracle figured out that the amount of attention the public gives us affects how much Mementos expands."

Ryuji smacked his fist into his open palm, his face breaking into a wide grin.

"Let's get to it then!" he said enthusiastically.

Ren frowned before glancing over to Ken. "Well… how are you feeling, Ace?"

Ken shrugged in response. "I'm feeling okay, personally. I'm just glad that my reflexes are finally getting back up to par."

Besides her, Makoto let out a small sigh of relief. Haru could sympathize. What both Ken and Ren had been going through had been worrisome.

Anne then frowned in response.

"But what about you, Joker?" she asked anxiously before biting her lower lip. "Is your leg okay?"

Ren nodded. "Yeah, it's taken a while, but I think I'm finally back one hundred percent."

"So we're back in business!" Ryuji cheered, pumping his fist.

Ren shook his head. "Let's not be too hasty. I want to make sure everything's in order before we tackle the last parts of Shido's Palace. Doesn't hurt to be careful."

"If only you had that philosophy during battle," Ken said dryly.

Ren stuck his tongue out at Ken. "You're just jealous that you can't think on the fly like me."

"Boys, boys…" Haru stepped in before Ken could think of a retort. "No need to fight!"

Morgana nodded. "Yeah, shouldn't we head back now? Since we've cleared all of our requests and covered as much ground as possible."

Ren nodded at that. "Right you are, Mona. Let's head back, guys."

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Thursday, December 8th, 2016

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Shido's requests were piling more and more. Goro wasn't surprised, with how the election was a little over a week away. Shido clearly wanted any possible threats out of the way.

And it wasn't like Goro had gone emptyhanded either.

He had managed to capture more Personas. There were some Personas too weak to even consider but now Goro had seven Personas, including Loki and Robin Hood.

But today, Goro was going to be visiting his mother's grave. He did his best to visit it at least once a month. He always visited her grave on the day of her death, however.

But first, he had some pit stops to make.

"Welcome to L'Etoile!"

Goro took a moment to inhale the scent of baked goods. While Goro found most sweets that café restaurants sold almost saccharine sweet, Goro always liked L'Etoile. It was a family-owned establishment for about three generations or so. As the name implied, they offered French pastries. However, they also incorporated Japanese flavors, such as matcha, red bean, and taro.

When Goro was a child, his mother always scraped the money together to buy a few slices of mille crepe cakes for his birthday. Mille crepe cakes were actually several especially thin crepes stacked together with cream separating the crepes.

His mother always chose taro, so that was what he'd offer his mother today.

So he patiently waited his turn. The clerk was a girl his age. It took him several moments to realize who she was. Asuka Tendou, Goro used to attend school with her. Way back when he was in elementary school.

She had delighted in bullying Goro. She mocked him for having hand-me-down uniforms, for not having his father in his life... the list went on.

Goro supposed she was pretty, with her long silky dark hair, fair complexion, and big brown eyes with long lashes. But all Goro could see was her sneering face as she tormented him for the umpteenth time.

She was nothing but hideous to him.

She let out a little gasp, even becoming starry-eyed when it was Goro's turn. Then she seemed to catch herself, clearing her throat.

"H-Hello, welcome to L'Etoile. How can I help you?" she said.

Goro flashed her his TV smile. "A slice of taro mille crepe cake, please."

Asuka busied herself with fetching the cake for him. Goro pretended not to notice the looks she stole at him.

"H-Here you are, Akechi-kun," she said. "That'll be a thousand yen."

Goro tilted his head. "Ah, you recognize me? A nobody like me?"

Asuka giggled before batting her eyes at him. "Who would call you a nobody, Akechi-kun?"

Goro stifled the urge to smile.

"You, of course," he noted dryly to himself.

"You'd be surprised," Goro said.

"Is this for here or to-go?"

"To go, please."

Asuka looked disappointed at that but she nodded. Goro handed her a one-thousand yen bill after she boxed up the cake slice. She entered it in the cash register before handing the cake to Goro.

She really didn't recognize him as the kid she used to torment at all. If only she knew. He wondered how she'd react if she realized who he was, as opposed to the celebrity she admires now.

"Have a nice day, Akechi-kun! I hope to see you soon!"

Goro gave her a wave goodbye before stepping out of the bakery. He finally allowed himself to scowl.

It really showed how fickle people were. If you dressed nicely and said the right things... you'd have everyone falling all over you.

And yet, Amamiya… he didn't care. The way he dressed was nothing special and the way he talked bordered disrespectful. And yet his friends hung on his every word like it was gospel.

Goro shook his head. He wasn't here to obsess over a dead man. He was here to visit his mother.

He stopped by the florist to pick up a bouquet of flowers. The pickings were slim, since it was December but Goro wanted to get his mother something.

The commute to the graveyard was short, but it took Goro a while to actually find his mother's grave. It was not the fanciest grave. After all they were always tight on money. He didn't even remember who arranged the funeral, if Goro was being honest.

And his mother was alone. She wasn't buried with her family, since she had been disowned.

"Hi, Mom," he said softly before crouching down in the grass.

The grass was slightly wet but Goro didn't care. He brushed at the dirt caked on the stone, taking a moment to trace the engraving.

"I'm sorry that I didn't get to see you last month," he said. "I was busy… because of him."

"But... revenge is not healthy for you. You need to let go of your anger. Yes, I doubt that Shido has an ounce of goodness in him. But think—would your mother want this for you? To be obsessed with avenging her?"

Goro shook his head, desperately trying to brush aside Ken's words. Of course his mother would want this! She'd want Shido to suffer for the hell he put her through!

"You'd be proud of me, wouldn't you? I'm an ace detective... and I'll be the one to bring down the man who made your life hell," Goro said in a small voice.

He knew it was childish to seek the approval of his deceased mother. But he couldn't get Ken's words out of his head. They kept popping up at the most inconvenient times, such as when he was fulfilling one of Shido's requests.

Of course, Goro was met with nothing but silence. Goro couldn't help but sigh. It was nice and everything to talk to his mother's grave, but it didn't erase that she was gone. He felt the loss of his mother so keenly still. Goro couldn't help but think that the hurt would never go away.

But still, he tried to force a smile. "I've met your sister's son, Ken… but he doesn't understand. He's so attached to Amamiya and everyone. I don't understand... why does he care about them so much? Why didn't he just listen to me about that bastard?"

Goro's hands clenched around his kneecaps.

"And… I found out who killed your sister, Mom. He's not that much older than myself… he's in his mid-twenties."

The file was vague on how exactly Aragaki murdered Goro's aunt. But it didn't erase the fact that he murdered her in cold blood. Goro really couldn't understand Ken's fondness for the man. The softness in Ken's eyes, the genuine affection… it was almost maddening.

Goro then drew a shuddering breath. "He's the one 'taking care' of Ken now, I don't know what he did to take Ken's misplaced loyalty, but I'll make him see the light. And I'll make sure Aragaki pays too, after I take care of the bastard first… those two. They are the reason you died, they practically murdered you themselves. I'll ensure it they suffer, so you can rest in peace. "

Goro's breath then grew ragged as he stared at the engraving of his mother's name.

"It's not fair. You never did anything wrong! Why did you repeatedly get punished?"

First it was Shido ruining his mother's life. Then it was his grandparents being stubborn and deciding to disown her. Then her sister was murdered. On top of that, she died in a deep depression, consumed by her guilt that she couldn't give him a better life or that she couldn't make amends with her once beloved sister.

Goro then shut his eyes.

Bemoaning the fact would do nothing. All he could do was avenge her, by ensuring Shido's downfall. He was going to rip everything away from him before pulling the trigger.

He wanted Shido to realize just who Goro was—the child he had so callously abandoned—before Goro destroyed his life.

Then it was Aragaki's turn.

"Sorry. I can't help but think of the what-ifs. I just… I wished things could've gone better for you."

Goro reached out, running his hand along the grave. It was freezing, even piercing Goro's glove. It was cold… like how his mother's body had been the day he had discovered her dead in bed.

The night before, she had kissed him goodnight and told him how much she loved him. Goro hadn't known the turmoil she had been going through or how she planned to take her life by overdosing on sleeping pills.

"But I can make sure that bastard will regret what he's done to you, and I will make certain to make Aragaki regret what he did to your sister. Since Ken is too indoctrinated by those idiots in the Shadow Ops, then later the Phantom Thieves. Yes... they are probably to blame for why Ken lost his nerve. I don't buy one minute a dangerous bastard like Aragaki saved his life," Goro said softly. "I swear it, Mom. I promise they will pay."

He then sighed.

"I'll see you soon," he said quietly, "I'll bring a better selection of flowers next time."

He then laid down the offering on the grave, the cake in the center and the flowers to the right of it.

"Goodbye, Mom."

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JANUS

History: In ancient Roman religion and myth, Janus is the god of beginnings, gates, transitions, time, duality, doorways, passages, frames, and endings. Janus presided over the beginning and ending of conflict, and hence war and peace.

Level: 51

Affinity: Bless, Support

Blocks: Bless

Resists: Curse

Weakness: None

Spells: Kougaon (innate), Dekaja (innate), Tetrakarn (level 53), Makougaon (level 56)

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I'm really sorry about the wait! Things have been hectic. I got fully vaccinated, school's been super busy, plus motivation block always sucks. But I'm quite pleased with how the chapter turned out.

With Makoto, I thought it'd be interesting to explore her feeling unsure about her dream especially with what Ren went through. I thought it'd be nice to show this, to emphasize that they've come full circle, with how the game emphasizes how much the PTs distrust Makoto (for understandable reasons).

I'm aware that the PTs express distaste for the cops in P5S but I think with the circumstances in Ace in the Hole, the PTs would feel differently.

I also wanted to show the pressure of hiding the truth about Ren's disappearance from the public eye through the eyes of a couple of the PTs. You'll see more of this next chapter as well.

And I couldn't go without celebrating Haru's birthday! I've also decided to tag YusuHaru on the AO3 version, since the ship tease can get pretty explicit.

And lastly... Akechi. I wanted to explore more of his feelings on the past and well... to emphasize how much his thoughts are occupied with the thoughts of revenge.

The Akechi confrontation is coming soon! I'm so excited to show it.

Please let me know what you think! And a big thank you to my wonderful beta angelrin89 for her work as usual!