A/N: Welcome to the Arcana Burst series. After receiving praise from the Strength Arcana one-shot, I am working on a chapter for all the Major Arcana. If this goes well, I will do one for Persona 5 Royal, which I am in the process of 100 percenting. Let us begin!

Fool - 0

At the beginning, there is emptiness - Zero. This state of pure potential allows for ultimate freedom. As such, the first card, numbered zero, is the Fool—a symbol of infinite possibility and the courage to brave the unknown. The Major Arcana consists of twenty-two mystical cards that depict one's journey through life, and the first card represents the spirit of new beginnings, untainted and unburdened by the weight of experience, standing at the precipice of all possibilities. The Fool preaches one to embrace the mysteries of life, to trust the path ahead, and to leap forward with an open heart and mind.

Yet, like all things in life, the Fool carries duality. In its reversed aspect, it serves as a cautionary tale of heedlessness and folly. It warns of the perils of rash actions and decisions made without forethought. It speaks to the shadow side of people's ambitions—a reminder that the same uncharted paths that offer freedom can also lead to missteps if approached recklessly. Be bold, but be mindful, for the line between liberation and folly is as thin as the air beneath the Fool's step.

Makoto Yuki sat on the chilly rooftop of Iwatodai Dorm. The winter chill was in full swing as he observed the clouds, taking in the peace and quiet before the final battle. The days leading to the Fall were bleaker than normal. It was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that had the whole world suspended in animation. But, this was the kind of silence he cherished as he reflected on the journey that led him to this point.

'This may be the last time I'll enjoy this silence.'

It all started several months ago when he first arrived at Iwatodai Dorm. His life took a dramatic turn shortly after he moved into the establishment and properly experienced what the Dark Hour had in store. Inside this hidden hour, Makoto awakened to his Persona, the Master of Strings - Orpheus, the manifestation of his willpower. The power was as strange and overwhelming as it was liberating. For Makoto, it felt like discovering a part of himself that had always been hidden, waiting for the right moment to emerge. He had several questions about Personas.

'How come Orpheus looks like me, but the others don't look like their Personas? Sanada-senpai is nowhere as buff as Polydeuces and Ceaser. I guess Mitsuru-senpai does resemble Artemisia a bit.'

After his awakening, Makoto was recruited by S.E.E.S, the Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad, a group dedicated to fighting the Shadows that thrived during the Dark Hour. Led by Mitsuru Kirijo and Akihiko Sanada, S.E.E.S was more than a team—it was a band of individuals bound together by the pain of their pasts and the hope for a brighter future. In short, they were a family. Each member represented a unique facet of the Tarot's Major Arcana, and collectively, they symbolized the Fool's journey.

Makoto, however, embodied the Fool in every sense. He was new, given a fresh change of pace from his previous lifestyle. He was malleable but reserved, calm but inwardly scared, and willing to step forward without knowing what lay ahead. Like the Fool, Makoto was both blessed and cursed by his limitless potential. He could summon multiple Personas, an ability that set him apart and marked him as something extraordinary. However, that same power made him careless of the future. He didn't care what happened, often throwing caution to the wind until his resolve hardened.

Now, Makoto quickly learned that the path ahead was fraught with difficult choices and the constant weight of responsibility. The Shadows were not the only threat; the bonds he formed with his teammates—each fragile, each unique—were also at risk. Whether it was helping Yukari overcome her fears, supporting Junpei in his insecurities, or standing by Aigis as she struggled to understand her newfound humanity, Makoto's role was the glue that held S.E.E.S together.

Each night, as S.E.E.S ventured into Tartarus, the towering labyrinth that only appeared during the Dark Hour, Makoto's leadership was tested. He stood at the front lines, facing unknown dangers with little more than his instincts and his Persona's power. It was exhilarating but forced him to confront the consequences of every action. The deeper they delved, the more apparent it became that this journey wasn't just about defeating Shadows—it was about confronting their own fears and understanding what it meant to live.

As the year progressed, S.E.E.S grew closer, and so did their understanding of the Dark Hour's true nature. The weight of their mission became clearer, and Makoto found himself at a crossroads—much like the Fool standing at the cliff's edge. Would he stay back and embrace whatever fate had in store? Or would he take the leap and see the future with his own eyes?

He chose to jump.

His answer is to defy fate and fight the Mother of Shadows, Nyx. He didn't care about the odds. High or low, he would go down fighting with his family.

Just then, a melodic voice spoke in his head. "Your friend of the Lovers Arcana is here."

Makoto stretched. 'Thanks, Orpheus.'

He forgot when it started, but his first Persona became more talkative as Makoto grew over the school year. Often, the two would converse, sometimes wondering if the others could communicate with their Personas. The Wild Card learned a lot about the Master of Strings aside from the biblical lore. After establishing and completing every arcana, he was able to evolve Orpheus into his true form - Orpheus Telos. It took time, effort, and some painful heartbreaks, but he solidified his friendships with one exception.

Makoto had a second chair waiting for his guest. His garden space had become more of a place of leisure. Some recliners by the veggies and added planters for an array of flowers to give the rooftop more life. It took hours of painstaking work to make it as he envisioned, and the result was magnificent. He patted himself on the back for a job well done.

The creak of the rooftop door snapped him out of his reverie. Just as the Master of Strings had foreseen, Yukari Takeba—the embodiment of the Lovers Arcana—peeked out from behind it.

"Makoto-kun?" Her voice was soft.

He glanced over his shoulder. "Over here."

Yukari stepped onto the rooftop, quietly shutting the door behind her. Her eyes swept across the space, admiring the transformation. Despite everything weighing on him, Makoto had poured hours into turning this once-ordinary rooftop into a sanctuary. The rows of potted plants, the soft lights strung overhead—it all felt so inviting, so... peaceful. Before, she disliked the site because of the large Shadow that attacked them many moons ago. Now, she often stopped by to relax with the squad or join in the gardening.

He gestured to the empty chair beside him, an unspoken invitation. Yukari studied him for a moment before accepting. She sat down, her gaze drifting between him and the cloudy sky.

"So... what's going on?" she ventured, breaking the silence. "Your text was kinda vague. Have you been up here the whole time? Aren't you cold?"

Makoto's eyes remained fixed on the clouds, his expression unreadable but serene. "Not really," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I needed a place to think. Somewhere quiet, away from... everything. This might be the last chance I get to enjoy the stillness."

Yukari nodded, her brow furrowing in understanding. "Yeah, I get it... But you'll catch a cold if you stay out here too long."

He raised an eyebrow, throwing her a teasing glance. "Says the girl barely covering her legs," he countered.

Takeba blushed and stuck her tongue out. "Hey, I'm wearing leggings. I'm toasty and stylish. That's all that matters."

She felt a finger poke her exposed thigh and jumped, startled by the sudden touch and let out a small, cute squeal.

"Don't do that!" she hissed, swatting at him.

Makoto chuckled softly. He leaned back in his chair, gaze lifting to the sky once more. "I wanted to talk to you," he said after a pause. "Before everything... before tomorrow. I want to speak with everyone, and I felt like it was right to start with you."

Yukari blinked, slightly taken aback. "With me?"

His smile was gentle now, the weight of his words sinking into the cool air. "I've been thinking about how far we've come. We've grown a lot. Hard to believe it's almost been a year since I first arrived here. And I realized there's something I need to say to you, first."

Yukari's curiosity piqued. She'd seen Makoto in battle, a force of nature, unyielding and stoic. But this side of him—the one that smiled, the one that sought connection—was still new to her, even after all this time.

She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "Alright, then. Spill. What's going on in that mysterious head of yours?"

Makoto exhaled slowly, turning to meet her gaze. "Thank you."

Confusion flooded Yukari's face as she tilted her head. "You're welcome? Why are you thanking me?"

Makoto opened his mouth and closed it, struggling to find the next words. "Sorry, I don't know exactly what to say. I'm just winging it."

Yukari overcame her confusion and giggled. "That's just like you," she nudged him playfully. "You're the smooth-talker, right? Time to put those skills to use."

He laughed with her. "I prefer the term charismatic," he corrected her. "Smooth-talker sounds like a lower rank."

"Fine, charismatic one," she rolled her eyes, "tell me what's on your mind."

He channeled every ounce of charisma he could muster, willing his brain and heart to connect most harmoniously. On the outside, Yukari giggled at his silliness, but on the inside, Makoto was considering everything.

"You've all shared your deepest secrets and concerns with me, but I have yet to do the same for any of you. Everyone's told me what I mean to them, how much I've helped... but I don't think I've ever taken the time to tell any of you how much your support has meant to me. Especially you, Yukari."

Her breath hitched as though one of her arrows had struck her. Yukari's heartbeat accelerated, and she hid her face to hide the blush that spread across her cheeks.

Makoto didn't notice and continued speaking. "You helped set me straight and made me see the importance of this fight, not just as a duty but as something worth putting our lives on the line for. I know you've had your own fears and doubts, but you never let them stop you from pushing forward. And because of that, you've pushed me forward, too.

Back then, I followed orders without asking myself what to do. I had no will of my own. I agree that's something you hated about me at first. I needed to treat life with more respect, to live for something. And now I do. I have all of you in my life now and I couldn't be happier. You helped change my world. So… thank you, not just for being a teammate, but for also being one of my most important people. I don't deserve your kindness, but I'm grateful we've made it this far together."

As Makoto looked at Yukari, his expression was sincere. "I just want you to know that you'll always be special to me."

A wave of silence washed over the rooftops, settling between them like a soft blanket. A massive weight was lifted from his shoulders. The emotions he bottled up finally found release in those simple words. It was a relief, almost cathartic, to let it all out after carrying it for so long.

But the silence was broken by a faint sniffle.

Startled, Makoto glanced over, his eyes widening as he saw Yukari struggling to hold back tears. Her hands covered her face, her shoulders trembling as she tried to keep her emotions in check.

"Are you okay?" he panicked. "Did I say something wrong?"

She shook her head, her voice coming out in a choked laugh. "I-I'm fine. It's just... I didn't think you'd pour your heart out. No one's ever said anything like that to me before."

Makoto's shoulders relaxed, though a hint of embarrassment colored his face. "I didn't mean to make you cry," he said softly, offering an awkward smile.

Yukari laughed through her tears, "These are happy tears, you dork," she teased. "Hearing you say all that... it means a lot. More than you realize. Don't stop being you, okay?"

"I'll try my best."

She wiped her face. "I'm glad you feel that way. But, for the record, I wouldn't say I hated you. I just... didn't like how reckless you were at the start. It was like you didn't care if you lived or died—like you were purposely trying to throw your life away at every turn. That's what scared me. I'm glad you finally realized it."

She reached out suddenly and pulled him into a hug. Makoto blinked, surprised, but instinctively wrapped his arms around her in return. It reminded them both of the hug they shared at Yakushima—gentle, comforting, a moment of vulnerability. But this one lingered longer, holding a warmth that neither wanted to let go of, as if they silently promised each other something they couldn't quite put into words.

When they finally parted, there was a silent understanding between them. Tomorrow's battle loomed ahead, but they would go through it together.

"Thanks for being there for me," Yukari said softly. "You're special to me too."

They sat quietly for a moment, letting the cool breeze brush against their faces, the city's distant hum filling the air around them.

Makoto broke the silence, his tone light again. "Thanks for coming up here. Could you, uh... send Junpei up next?"

Yukari gave him a playful smile as she wiped the last traces of tears from her eyes. "You got it, leader."

She stood, heading for the door, but paused to glance back one last time. For a moment, she watched Makoto sitting lost in quiet thought once more. A small smile tugged at her lips, and then she slipped through the door, leaving him to his solitude.

As the door clicked shut, Makoto turned his gaze back to the sky, exhaling softly. He wasn't alone anymore—not in this fight, not in his thoughts. And for the first time in a long while, that brought him peace.

Until something made him shudder and sit upright in his chair.

"You shouldn't have done that," Orpheus stated. "Kikuri-hime is not pleased."

'It was a simple hug, nothing more!'

Xxx Arcana Burst xxX

The rooftop door creaked open once more, and Junpei Iori stepped out, his baseball cap pulled low over his eyes as usual. His casual swagger couldn't quite mask the curiosity—or the faint trace of concern—in his voice.

"Yo, dude, what did you say to Yuka-tan?" Junpei asked as he strolled outside, hands stuffed in his pockets. "She came to me in tears, but she was smiling like I've never seen before."

Makoto chuckled softly, patting the chair beside him. "We were just talking, and she got a little emotional. It's your turn."

Junpei plopped down with his typical laid-back attitude, but his usual bravado couldn't hide the flicker of nervousness in his eyes. He shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable, though he felt anything but. "So, what's this about? You doing some kinda final assessment before the big showdown or something?"

"No, I just wanted to speak to everyone one-on-one. Before the showdown with Nyx, I need to let each of you know how much you mean to me... how grateful I am. So... thanks, Junpei."

Junpei blinked, caught off guard by the sudden proclamation. "Wait, for what exactly?" he asked, trying to play it cool. "If it's being incredibly cool, don't worry. I can't help it."

Makoto smiled, not needing to think hard about what to say. His talk with Yukari helped him immensely. "Thanks for being my best friend."

The words hung in the air like a bell, their simplicity striking deeper than anything grander could have. Junpei's bravado instantly cracked. His confident, jokey exterior wavered as the emotion hit him in full. He blinked rapidly, his smirk faltering as his eyes started to glisten.

"Dude..." Junpei's voice trembled as he quickly rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, trying—and failing—to keep his usual cool. The flood of emotions was too much, and for once, he couldn't hide behind his carefree grin. He'd always been a jokester, the guy who lightened the mood, who masked his insecurities behind jokes and bravado. But Makoto's words cut straight through all of that.

"You... you really mean that?" Junpei asked, his voice thick with emotion. "Damn, man, you're gonna make me cry right here."

"At least wait until we're done," Makoto laughed and lightly punched him in the shoulder. "But it's the truth. I have a great circle of friends, but I consider you to be my best friend. No matter how bleak the situation gets, I can always count on you to watch my back."

Junpei chuckled through his sniffles, a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude washing over him. "Man, you're really laying it on thick today, huh?" He rubbed the back of his neck. The joy he felt was nearly as overwhelming as when he found out Chidori was alive.

Then Makoto's next words stopped him cold. "I get jealous too," he admitted quietly, his tone suddenly serious.

Junpei blinked in disbelief. "Wait… what did you just say?"

Makoto's expression remained calm but sincere. "I've always admired how confident you were. Even when I first arrived, you weren't afraid to speak up, to do things your way. Meanwhile, I barely said anything. I only followed orders, even though I was supposed to be the one leading. I get that you were jealous of me at first, but trust me, it wasn't easy. I was terrified—scared of interacting with people, scared of making the wrong choices. There was always this voice in the back of my head asking, 'Did I make the right call? Could I have done something different to give us better odds?'"

Junpei sat there, stunned. It was hard for him to wrap his head around the fact that Makoto, of all people, felt jealous—of him.

"Wow, dude... I never would've guessed," Junpei murmured, shaking his head. "You know I was just acting like an idiot most of the time, right? That's not something to be jealous of. You had it all—looks, brains, strength. But... I guess that goes both ways."

Junpei added, his voice growing steadier. "You've always been there for me, too. Even when I screwed up or acted like an asshole, you never gave up on me. You made me want to be better—not just for S.E.E.S, but for myself. I wouldn't be who I am now without your support. I never would've found the courage to see Chidori without your help."

Makoto nodded, his expression softening. "We've been through a lot, haven't we? But no matter how tough it gets, I know we'll get through it together. So, again, thanks, Junpei. For everything."

Junpei sniffed again, this time with a determined grin. "You got it, man. Let's show that witch what we're made of."

They exchanged a firm handshake, dapping each other up—a simple gesture that carried the weight of their bond. In that handshake, there was a promise. A promise to stand by each other, no matter what challenges lay ahead. A promise to see this through, together

"Send Fuuka up next," Makoto requested, his smile never fading.

"Gotcha," Junpei nodded, his steps bolstered by the unspoken camaraderie they shared. He shot Makoto a final grin over his shoulder before heading back inside.

As the door clicked shut behind Junpei, Makoto took a deep breath. Each conversation felt like shedding a layer of uncertainty, reminding him of how strong his bonds had grown with his teammates. He felt lighter now, more grounded, and ready for what lay ahead.

All that remained was to make sure everyone knew just how much they mattered to him.

Xxx Arcana Burst xxX

The rooftop door creaked open for the third time, and Fuuka Yamagishi hesitantly poked her head out. Her eyes quickly found Makoto, sitting comfortably and gazing out over the horizon, his figure calm yet somehow distant. The wind gently tousled his hair, adding to the serene atmosphere surrounding him. It made her heart race. Before she could stop herself, Fuuka felt a blush spread across her cheeks as her smile grew wide.

"Um, M-Makoto-kun?" she called softly, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustling of leaves.

Makoto turned toward her and waved her over. "Fuuka-chan. Come on, have a seat."

The invitation sent a thrill through her, but she fought to keep her composure as she approached, hands clasped tightly in front of her. When she sat beside him, the cool breeze brushed against her skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from her cheeks. With a small, almost imperceptible movement, she shifted closer, her shoulder brushing against his.

"You… you wanted to talk to me?" she asked quietly, her eyes flickering up to meet his before quickly darting away again.

"I did," Makoto replied gently, sensing her unease. "Don't worry, it's nothing bad. Yukari and Junpei got a little emotional earlier. I just want to spend a few minutes with everyone before the final battle."

The weight of his words wasn't lost on her. Tomorrow—the final battle. The end of their long, grueling journey. Fuuka felt her stomach twist at the thought, but she forced herself to stay steady. Tomorrow would decide everything. Is Nyx unstoppable, or could they perform a miracle?

Tomorrow holds the answer.

Makoto's gaze dropped for a moment. "I have a lot I need you to hear," he continued, his tone growing a tad more serious. "Namely, I want to apologize for letting you see that side of me. I should've controlled myself better."

Fuuka froze. Her heart sank as the memory rushed back—the sound of shattering glass, the guttural crash of furniture being upended, and Makoto's primal roar that had torn through the dorm like a storm.

After S.E.E.S had discovered Ryoji's true identity and the weight of his purpose, Makoto didn't take the revelation well. He became withdrawn, but it was what happened afterward that had shaken her to the core.

Fuuka had heard sounds—loud crashes coming from Makoto's room not long after they'd dispersed. Fearing he was in danger, she rushed in without thinking. What she found made her scream. In turn, the others rushed to the scene to investigate and they too were stunned by their leader's actions.

Makoto had destroyed his room. His sanctuary had been reduced to ruins, his sword repurposed as a sledgehammer to decimate anything in sight. His fury, usually so controlled, had been unleashed in full force. It had taken Akihiko and Junpei together to restrain him, to pull him from the brink of destruction. But what haunted Fuuka most was the look on his face. For the first time, she had seen unbridled rage contort the features of the boy she loved—and it had terrified her.

"You don't need to apologize," she replied. "I understand why you were angry. We all do, and I don't blame you. None of us blame you. I know Junpei-kun got upset later, but none of us truly blame you for any of this."

His gentle smile returned. "Thank you, Fuuka-chan. I'm glad to hear you say that."

She was beaming. "You're welcome, Makoto-kun. You've been through so much as well. I'm amazed you were able to keep it together this long. I... I was scared," her voice trembled. "But I know you were suffering more. I just didn't know how to help you that night."

Makoto chuckled softly, a sound so rare it felt almost like a treasure. "I have a great group of friends to rein me in and a cute girlfriend to brighten my day."

Hearing such praise made her cheeks glow brighter.

"I know this might seem out of the blue, but I want to thank you for everything you've done. Your kindness, your unwavering support—it means more than you know. If I could put it into words, I'd say you're like an angel watching over us. My angel."

Fuuka's face flushed a deep crimson, and for a moment, she was sure her head might burst into fireworks. Her breath caught, and she felt her chest tighten as tears welled in her eyes. She didn't know how to respond, so she simply reached out, her fingers brushing against his. Makoto took her hand in his, his grip firm but reassuring.

His words never failed to make her heart soar.

"Makoto-kun… you really know how to make a girl feel special. I-I'm just happy to help. I'm not sure I've done anything that special though."

Makoto was quick to disagree. "That's not true at all," he countered. "You've done more than you realize, Fuuka. Without you, I'm scared to think what would happen. And I know everyone feels the same way."

Fuuka loved this. She was enthralled by her boyfriend's sincerity. "Y-You're too kind, Makoto-kun. I'm just… doing my best. It means a lot coming from you. I've always admired how calm and strong you are, even when things get tough. I just wanted to be as helpful as I could, even if I'm not on the front lines like the others."

Makoto gave her hand another squeeze. "You've saved us more times than I can count. And I want you to know, I'm grateful for you—for all your support, your bravery, and for being you."

Makoto's words struck deep, and before Fuuka could stop herself, tears welled up in her eyes. She quickly wiped at them, embarrassed by how emotional she'd become. The tears continued to fall, glistening on her cheeks like tiny droplets of glass.

"Thank you, Makoto-kun. I'll keep doing my best—for everyone, and for you too."

The couple kissed, intertwining their fingers, and enjoying the following silence, but Fuuka's heart was pounding as her mind raced. She glanced at Makoto, who sat beside her with that same warm, reassuring smile, unaware of the storm of emotions swirling inside her.

She fought against the urge, unsure if she could summon the courage to act on her feelings. But not wanting to leave behind regrets, Fuuka made a bold decision.

If not now, then when?

"Makoto-kun?"

"Hm?" He turned to her, his dark eyes meeting hers. "What's up?"

She swallowed hard. "I was wondering if… since tonight might be… the end, would you like to sleep with me?"

As soon as she uttered the words, steam began to rise from her head.

Makoto blinked, his eyes widening. "You want to sleep together?" His face went red as well. "Like—"

"N-Not like that!" she practically shouted. "I meant like a sleepover! You know, just to be together. For comfort. Nothing…inappropriate!"

There was laughter from the Wild Card. "I'd like that, Fuuka-chan. Let's make it a night to remember."

Her embarrassment melted into relief, and she found herself smiling back at him. Despite the uncertainty of tomorrow, in this moment, she felt safe—secure in the knowledge that, no matter what happened, they would face it together.

"I enjoyed this chat," she said. "Thanks for inviting me."

He hugged the High-Priestess tenderly. "Thank you as well, Fuuka. And… can you send Akihiko-senpai up next, please?"

Fuuka nodded and straightened up. They shared one last quick kiss before the navigator moved toward the door, her steps lighter than when she arrived.

"If," his voice made her pause, "If we survive the fight, would you like to go on a date?"

Fuuka's heart was about to burst. With the biggest, most genuine smile she could muster through the euphoric tears, she nodded.

"Yes, I'd love to, and… I love you, Makoto-kun."

She disappeared inside before Makoto could say it back.

He exhaled slowly, feeling the lingering warmth from Fuuka's love. His eyes drifted back to the clouds, the soft wind playing with his hair as he tried to calm the rush of emotions.

Then can an amused voice in his head. "That was touching," Orpheus Telos commented. "However, now Titania is displeased," Orpheus Telos commented. "But Kikuri-hime is practically singing."

Makoto shook his head with a wry smile. 'I apologized to Yukari when we reached that stage, but my heart belongs to the Priestess. I didn't even know Personas could get jealous.'

"I strongly recommend you be careful when summoning Titania next time."

'Noted.'

As the rooftop door creaked open again, Makoto didn't need to turn to know who it was. The confident stride, the sound of his footsteps—it could only be Akihiko-senpai.

Xxx Arcana Burst xxX

Akihiko Sanada stepped onto the rooftop, his gaze scanning the horizon before settling on Makoto. He'd noticed how everyone who returned from their conversations with Makoto seemed lighter, more at ease, and maybe even a bit emotional. It piqued his curiosity, like stepping into the ring without knowing what kind of opponent awaited him.

"Yo," Akihiko greeted, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Guess it's my turn, huh?"

Makoto nodded, gesturing to the seat beside him. "Yeah, it is. Have a seat, senpai."

Akihiko walked over and sat beside him, resting his forearms on his knees, gazing out over the horizon like his leader had been doing. For a moment, he simply soaked in the quiet. He could feel that this wasn't just small talk. Makoto had something to say, something important.

"So, what's this all about? You're giving out pep talks before the big match?" he asked, half-joking but genuinely interested.

"Something like that. Everyone is dead set on fighting Nyx. Before we make history, I wanted to take a moment to reflect on everything that's happened."

Akihiko tilted his head, studying Makoto carefully. "You've carried more than anyone, you know. The team, the mission, that power of yours… Don't think I haven't noticed how much you've been holding back to keep us together."

Makoto's gaze softened, but he didn't reply immediately. Instead, he leaned back against the bench, letting the wind cool his face. "I'm not as strong as you think, senpai. There were times I wanted to give up. Times I felt like I was drowning. But…" He paused, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You guys never let me fall too far. And for that, I'm grateful."

Akihiko's brow furrowed, his tone sharpening slightly. "Don't sell yourself short, Makoto. You've been the glue holding S.E.E.S. together. Without you, none of us would've made it this far. You're stronger than you realize, even if you don't see it yourself."

Makoto chuckled softly. "Thank you, Sanada-senpai. You are a great inspiration. You push forward no matter how tough the fight, I've learned a lot—about perseverance, about facing things head-on—and I'm grateful for that."

Akihiko listened intently, his expression softening. He understood why the others were so emotional now. Their leader had a way with words that just hit home in all the right places.

"But I'm still not stepping into the ring with you," he concluded.

"Yuki…" Akihiko burst into laughter. "Is fighting me that bad?"

"Umm, yes, I love my jaw. And do you want our demure Fuuka turning into a monster? She'd kill me for coming back bruised, and then she'd kill you for bruising me."

Akihiko laughed harder, shaking his head. "Alright, I see your point."

"In all seriousness though, thank you for everything."

"I've just been doing what I thought was right. You're the one who's been holding us together, especially when things got rough. You didn't hesitate when you had to step up. You were always the one we could count on. Honestly... you're the glue that kept S.E.E.S from falling apart. You're the leader we needed. And I mean that. Sometimes, I wish Miki was still here; she would've been happy to meet you."

Makoto shook his head slightly, a modest smile playing at his lips. "I wouldn't have been able to do it without the example you set. You showed us how it was really done."

Akihiko was silent for a moment, absorbing the weight of Makoto's words. He wasn't the type to let emotions show easily, but a rare, bashful grin tugged at his lips. "Thanks, Yuki. That means a hell of a lot coming from you."

They sat quietly for a moment, the wind tugging at their hair as the weight of everything unsaid seemed to settle between them. But it wasn't a heavy silence—it was comforting, the kind that comes with shared experiences and mutual respect.

"I also have a sister," Makoto revealed, much to Sanada's surprise.

"Really?"

"Well, stepsister I should say," he corrected. "Her name is Kotone. My dad married her mom, and we were inseparable until the incident."

Makoto chuckled, but his eyes were filled with sadness. "I remember… when we first met, she tackled me to the ground, happy as can be. She was excited to have a brother."

Akihiko realized they were more alike than he imagined.

"If Aragaki-senpai was still here, what do you think he'd say about this?"

Akihiko could imagine a broody Aragaki coming through the door.

"Probably something like, 'Alright, what the hell is this? You giving out sermons or something?'"

They shared a laugh, and it felt like Aragaki was there with them for a second—his shadow looming large over their memories, his rough voice scolding them while secretly rooting for them from the sidelines.

"Let's keep pushing forward, yeah? We've got a fight ahead of us, and we'll need all the strength we've got."

Makoto nodded. "Yeah. Together."

They bumped fists, a solid gesture of mutual respect and camaraderie that spoke louder than words.

"Shall I send Mitsuru up next?" Akihiko asked, standing up and stretching his arms.

"That'd be great, thanks," Makoto replied, appreciative of how smoothly these moments were going.

Akihiko flashed his trademark thumbs-up, full of confidence, before turning toward the door. "Don't stay up here too long, man. You've still got a fight ahead of you."

Makoto gave him a small smile as he disappeared through the rooftop door, leaving the leader of S.E.E.S alone once more with his thoughts. He exhaled, taking a moment to let everything settle. He was getting tired, but he had four more meetings to oversee.

'This is the longest I've talked, period. How does Junpei do it?'

It wasn't long before the door creaked open, and Mitsuru Kirijo stepped out with her usual grace. She approached with a composed smile, the wind lightly tousling her red hair. The Empress was the organizer of the club. Her diligence was as legendary as Makoto's stoicism.

"Yuki-san," she greeted, flipping her hair from her face. "I see you're done with Akihiko. Is it time for my evaluation?"

Makoto nodded, offering her the seat next to him. "Thanks for coming, Mitsuru-senpai."

Mitsuru took the offered seat, gracefully smoothing her outfit as she settled beside him. "It's my pleasure. I must admit, everyone who's come back from meeting with you seems quite moved. I'm curious to hear what you have to say."

The wild card leaned back, sharing a meaningful look with the club leader. "I didn't expect anyone to cry. I've been speaking from the heart, really."

"You underestimate the impact of your words, Makoto," she said. Since they were alone, she could use his first name. "You have a way of making every sentence carry weight. It's one of your strengths—when you speak, people listen. Even I find myself at a loss for words when you do. It just means you've come into yourself."

Mitsuru had a strange power herself. Any compliments from her rendered the target sheepish, and Makoto was no exception. Gingerly, he scratched the back of his head.

"I was just thinking, this is the longest I've ever talked. I'm glad there are breaks in between, but I don't know how Yukari and Junpei do it. I'm a little exhausted."

Mitsuru's amusement reached a fever pitch, a soft giggle escaping her ruby-red lips. "Well, Iori has enough energy to power a small generator, and Takeba loves her fashion trends. Get her started, and she's willing to talk for hours. You, however, are more selective with your words— and I think that's what makes them more powerful. You've certainly inspired us a number of times, and for that, I am eternally grateful."

Her leader glanced down for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "I wanted these private conversations so I can thank everyone. Our time is short, so before we go into our final battle, I want to take the time to share my gratitude. With you, Mitsuru-senpai, I think you deserve the most praise."

Mitsuru tilted her head slightly, intrigued. "Oh?"

He took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "It's thanks to you that I can realize my potential. You've been more than just our caretaker—you're our anchor. You've kept us focused, organized, and motivated, even when the odds were stacked against us. You've carried burdens that none of us could fully understand, yet you still looked out for everyone, never letting your own struggles show until they couldn't be bottled up anymore."

She recalled, her small smile vanishing altogether. Mitsuru never failed to maintain her composure and poise, but after the death of her father, her entire being crumbled. She was stronger now. Stronger and wiser.

"I'm glad you hold me in such high regard," her smile returned. "Part of me was always worried that I'd pushed all of you too hard—that I'd forced you into something you weren't ready for. I've carried that guilt with me for a long time."

She paused, her voice growing quieter, more vulnerable. "But hearing you say this… it means more than I can express. I'm honored to have fought by your side, and I'm certain the others have told you the same. I can't see myself following anyone else into battle."

'Has his words always been this profound? I can hardly keep my bearings.'

Both of their faces became flushed. "You're going to make me blush, Mitsuru-senpai."

She couldn't hold back the laugh that filled the air. "I was going to say the same to you. I see why the others returned the way they did."

She offered her hand. "Let's see this through to the end, Makoto. Together."

Makoto accepted, grasping it gently. "Together," he agreed, feeling the strength of their shared resolve.

"Très bien, this was a pleasant chat," Mitsuru said softly, her composed demeanor returning as she stood up. "If only we brewed some tea. This would be the perfect spot. Who's next on your list?"

"Ken and Koromaru," Makoto replied. "I'll save Aigis for last."

Mitsuru nodded, her eyes reflecting an understanding of the weight behind that choice. "A fitting decision."

Makoto took a deep breath and let the crisp winter air fill his lungs. For a moment, he closed his eyes, letting the stillness settle over him like a brief reprieve before the next round of conversations.

He felt one with the world, the universe even.

As the rooftop door creaked open again, Makoto exhaled slowly, feeling more centered. He heard the pitter-patter of paws rushing towards him. Before he could react, a lump of fur leaped onto his lap, barking excitedly, and licking his face. Makoto chuckled, his hand instinctively reaching out to pet Koromaru, who wagged his tail vigorously, clearly happy to see him.

"Hey, boy," Makoto greeted with a warm smile, scratching behind Koromaru's ears. "Glad you could make it. Where's Ken?"

"Right here, senpai," Ken Amada's voice came from the doorway as he stepped onto the rooftop, his expression a mix of determination and slight nervousness. He walked over, hands tucked in his pockets, but his eyes were focused, eager to hear what Makoto had to say.

Makoto looked up, offering a welcoming nod. "Thanks for coming up, Ken. Come have a seat. I'll try not to keep you long."

Ken, accepting the offered seat, smiled a little, glancing at Koromaru who had made himself comfortable on Makoto's lap. "He was really excited when Kirijo-senpai said we were next. I think he likes being included in these things."

Makoto gave Koromaru one last affectionate pat before shifting his attention fully to Ken. "I have some things I want you two to hear. First, I want to say thanks for everything you've done."

Ken's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Makoto with a mix of curiosity and appreciation. "Oh… thanks a lot, senpai. We appreciate it."

Koromaru barked in agreement.

Makoto nodded, his expression earnest. "You've both shown incredible bravery, especially given everything you've been through. Ken, I know it hasn't been easy, and you've had to face a lot of things that most people our age don't. But you've grown so much, and I'm proud of the strength you've shown. And Koromaru—" he glanced down at the loyal canine, "—you've been a constant source of courage and companionship for all of us. I can't imagine this journey without either of you."

Ken's face softened, touched by Makoto's words. He took a deep breath, the weight of the praise settling in. "Thank you, senpai. I… I've always looked up to you, you know? You and Sanada-senpai were the ones who gave me the courage to keep going, even when things got really hard. Now, I don't care so much about what people think of me. I even decided to join the other kids in soccer."

Makoto studied the horizon. The sun was setting. Time had gotten away from the leader. "That's great to hear. You've got a strong heart, and I know you're going to keep growing into someone amazing."

A wave of silence passed over the trio.

"Senpai," Ken spoke up.

"Hm?"

"Thanks for taking care of me. I know my mom would've loved to meet you."

Makoto's smile vanished. "You and Yukari share a similar trait. I kind of understand, but tell me something. Considering what most people go through, why is it wrong for someone to feel sympathy for a kid who lost his mother?"

Ken's expression tightened slightly, but he didn't shy away from Makoto's words. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, his gaze dropping to the ground. "Adults can't be trusted," the venom in his voice surprised even Makoto. "They pretend they're all reliable, but really, they're hopeless. Ikutsuki was no exception. When I told an officer what happened to my mom, he wrote it off as crazy talk. He thought I was insane and didn't do anything to find out the truth. I don't want to turn out like that. I don't want to be unreliable."

Makoto listened carefully, his expression somber as Ken's pain spilled out in jagged words. He didn't interrupt, letting the boy's anger and frustration fill the space between them. When Ken finally went silent, Makoto nodded slowly, understanding the deep betrayal Ken had experienced.

"I get that," he said softly. "You've been let down by people who are supposed to protect you. It makes sense why you feel like that."

Koromaru, sensing the tension, pressed his nose against Ken's hand, offering silent comfort.

Ken's voice softened, though his resolve didn't waver. "That's why I push myself so hard. I want people to see more than just the kid who lost everything. I want them to see what I've built from it—my strength, my independence."

Makoto nodded his head, his voice filled with quiet conviction. He reached over and ruffled the boy's head. "You still have a long life ahead of you. Don't forget to take a moment to smell the roses. Featherman doesn't fight alone; he'd quickly call upon his allies."

Ken's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, his bitterness and release of emotions leading him to cry. He nodded slowly, absorbing Makoto's words, and breaking into a light laugh. "Thanks, senpai. …Hawk is still stronger though."

Makoto almost frowned but kept his cool. "Debatable."

Ken gave a small, grateful smile. "Thanks for the talk, Makoto-senpai. I really needed this."

Makoto nodded, a sense of understanding passing between them. "Anytime, Ken. Just remember—you're allowed to be a kid. You're allowed to lean on others. And no matter what, you're still one of the strongest people I know."

Ken's grin enlarged. He felt a little lighter. "Stronger than you?"

"Let's not get crazy."

Ken burst into laughter. "I'll go get Aigis now."

Makoto watched as Ken turned and headed back inside. Koromaru stayed, whining at his caretaker with pleading eyes.

"We'll all take you for a walk after I'm done here, okay?" Makoto gave him one last pet. Koromaru barked excitedly and ran back inside, leaving the Wild Card alone to gather his thoughts one last time. As the door clicked shut, Makoto exhaled, gathering himself for his final conversation of the day.

"How do you feel?" Orpheus Telos inquired, although he had a good idea.

'Talking is exhausting.' His partner sighed. 'I feel like I could sleep for days. But, it's been liberating.'

Xxx Arcana Burst xxX

Aigis, the final member of S.E.E.S, stepped onto the rooftop. Her sensors immediately located Makoto, who lounged comfortably in his chair, seemingly without a care in the world. He looked at peace, basking in the solitude between his frequent visits from the other members. His conversations spanned the entire day, and the sun cast long shadows and painted the clouds in hues of orange and pink.

"Makoto-san," she called out. "You've been up here for some time. Aren't you exhausted?"

Makoto turned to face her, smiling gently. "A little, yeah. But honestly, it's been nice. I meant to do this ages ago, but things kept happening, Today… it just felt right." He gestured to the empty seat beside him. "Please, sit with me."

Aigis moved closer and sat beside him, the quiet hum of her mechanical parts blending into the ambient rooftop sounds. Her gaze never left his face as she studied him, searching for any signs of exhaustion or distress. She found none of that, only peace and tranquility. If she didn't know any better, sometimes, it looked like he wasn't breathing.

"Am I worthy of your praise?"

"More than anyone, Aigis."

She needed a moment to process. "I have observed your journey closely, Makoto-san. You seem more… at peace. It's truly remarkable."

Makoto leaned back further, letting his head rest against the chair as he gazed at the fiery horizon. "Peace, huh?" he echoed, a wistful tone creeping into his voice. "Maybe. Or maybe I've just accepted what's coming. It feels… strange, Aigis. Knowing that tonight might be the last time we all sit together, laugh together. It makes you appreciate things more, you know?"

Aigis' analytical mind grappled with the weight of his sentiment. "Do you fear what lies ahead?" she asked after a pause.

"Fear?" Makoto turned to her, his expression contemplative. "Not exactly. I think I'm more afraid of leaving things unsaid. Of not being able to show everyone how much they mean to me. How much you mean to me."

Aigis blinked, her gaze faltering as she processed his words. "Me?"

"It may seem strange, but you've been my protector, my teammate, and more than that, my friend. You've given me strength in ways I can't even begin to explain." His voice grew quieter. "If I haven't told you before, I'm telling you now: I'm grateful for you. For everything."

Her golden eyes softened, and she hesitated, her hands resting in her lap as if unsure what to do with them. "I… It should be the other way around," she murmured, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "You have given me purpose beyond my original programming. You've shown me what it means to make choices, to live. Before I met you, I was a machine. Now, I…" She placed a hand over her chest. "Now, I am more because of you."

Makoto looked at her with a quiet intensity. "You've always had that potential inside you, Aigis. I might've helped, but you're the one who found your own path."

Aigis hesitated for a moment, her eyes softening in a way that felt deeply human. "I have come to understand something, Makoto-san," she touched her chest. "This feeling of gratitude—I wish to protect everyone with the same ferocity. I care so much about you that I can't bear to lose any of you."

Her words tumbled out in a rush, her hands trembling slightly as she struggled to articulate the storm of emotions inside her.

"Aigis," Makoto said softly, his voice a grounding force that cut through her rising panic. He reached out and placed a hand over hers, his touch steady and reassuring. "It's okay. You've come a long way. I think you're more human than any of us."

Aigis placed her hand over his, her touch surprisingly gentle. "I will continue to stand by your side, Makoto-san. Not out of obligation, but because it is my choice. Together, we will face whatever comes next."

Makoto nodded, feeling a deep sense of comfort in her words. "Together," he agreed, their shared commitment solidifying the unspoken bond between them.

As the last of the sunlight faded from the sky, Makoto and Aigis sat side by side, a quiet understanding passing between them. The journey they had undertaken together had been long and filled with challenges, but they had found strength in each other, and that bond would carry them forward into whatever lay ahead.

Little did anyone know, after S.E.E.S walked their furry companion one last time, the battle with Nyx would be the last time Makoto walked the mortal plane.

Next time - the Magician Arcana