Y/N flopped onto her bed with a sigh, her phone already in hand. She stared at her last message from Akechi, replaying the events of the evening in her mind. It felt surreal—his soft touch, the way his gaze lingered on hers, and the hesitant but heartfelt kiss they'd shared. She could still feel the warmth of his hand in hers, her cheeks heating up at the memory.

Before she could spiral too far into her thoughts, she opened her chat with Ann and started typing.

>>Y/N: you wont believe what just happened

Ann responded almost instantly, as expected.

>>Ann: What? Tell me!! Don't leave me hanging!

Y/N bit her lip, trying to think of how to phrase it.

>>Y/N: akechi kissed me

The dots indicating Ann was typing blinked and disappeared several times before her response finally came through.

>>Ann: WHAT. SHUT UP. NO WAY. YOU'RE LYING.

>>Ann: Details. NOW.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the rapid responses, her earlier nervousness melting away as she typed.

>>Y/N: OKAY

>>Y/N: we were just sitting on the couch

>>Y/N: and it sort of just... happened

>>Y/N: it was soft, and honestly

>>Y/N: kind of perfect

Ann's reply came back just as fast.

>>Ann: I'm dying over here.

>>Ann: I need to know EVERYTHINGG. How are you feeling?

Y/N hesitated, her thumbs hovering over the keyboard. How was she feeling? After a moment, she smiled softly and replied.

>>Y/N: happy

>>Y/N: nervous

>>Y/N: but it feels right you know?

There was a pause before Ann's next message.

>>Ann: You know, even though no one else really approves of you two, I do!

Y/N blinked at her screen, rereading Ann's text.

No one else approves? She thought, her stomach twisting slightly. Was that true? Had everyone been talking behind her back? And what did Ann mean by that?

She shook the thoughts away, not wanting to overthink it. Maybe Ann didn't mean it like that.

>>Y/N: thank you ann

>>Y/N: that means a lot, really

Her reply felt almost automatic, but she didn't want to let on how much Ann's comment threw her off. She forced herself to focus on the fact that someone was in her corner.

>>Ann: Seriously. I don't care what they think. You're happy, right? That's what matters.

Y/N's shoulders relaxed slightly, and she typed back.

>>Y/N: yeah

>>Y/N: i really am

>>Ann: Good! And don't let the others get to you, okay? They'll come around eventually.

Y/N stared at her phone, a faint frown forming. Did she want them to "come around"? Or was it better to keep her relationship with Akechi separate from the rest of the Phantom Thieves entirely?

Y/N sighed deeply, letting her phone rest on her lap as her mind wandered.

She hadn't been overthinking it at the time—she'd been too happy just being with him—but now, every small moment at the aquarium replayed in her mind like a movie she couldn't turn off.

She remembered the fleeting glance Makoto had shot her when she'd caught Y/N and Akechi standing just a little too close, staring into each other's eyes. The way Makoto's lips pressed into a thin line before she turned back to Akira. Was that judgment ? Or just her usual serious demeanor?

And then Akira—he'd been polite, sure, but there was something almost... guarded in his tone when he'd spoken. She hadn't thought much of it at the time, brushing it off as his usual observational nature, but now it felt different. Was there a hint of disapproval in his voice? Or was she just projecting?

Y/N frowned, the warmth of earlier moments slipping away as her chest tightened. Had Makoto crossed her arms a little too tightly when she noticed Akechi look at her for a beat too long? Had Akira been quieter than usual because he was trying to process something he wasn't saying aloud?

"Stop it," she muttered to herself, shaking her head. She was spiraling over nothing, wasn't she? Or maybe not. She chewed on her bottom lip, the weight of the Thieves' silent reactions now feeling heavier than any words they could've spoken.

Did they hate the idea of her and Akechi that much? Or were they just... worried?

She sighed again, louder this time, sinking deeper into the cushions. Whatever it was, she wouldn't know until someone actually said something. And even then, was it something she could really change?

Her phone buzzed with another text from Ann, pulling her from her thoughts.

>>Ann: So, are you guys, like, gf-bf yet?

Y/N blinked at the message, the blush creeping back onto her cheeks. Leave it to Ann to shift her focus entirely. She typed back quickly, hoping her overthinking wouldn't creep into their conversation.

>>Y/N: i guess?

>>Y/N: i mean, i think so

>>Y/N: its not like we had a huge discussion about it

>>Ann: LOL, you should totally have that discussion. Make it all dramatic.

Y/N snorted softly, grateful for the distraction, but the lingering weight of the Thieves' unspoken reactions stayed at the back of her mind, ready to resurface at any moment.

>>Ann: Alright, I'm calling it a night—beauty sleep is important, y'know!

>>Ann: Gotta keep up appearances, especially when I'm rooting for you two lovebirds. Night, Y/N!

Y/N smiled softly at her phone screen, double-tapping the message to send a heart reaction before placing her phone on the bedside table.

Beauty sleep, she thought with a small laugh, pulling the blanket up to her chin. Ann always had a way of lightening the mood, even when Y/N's mind felt like a storm of overthinking and unanswered questions.

With one last deep breath, she shut her eyes, willing herself to rest. Tomorrow would bring its own challenges, but for now, she let herself sink into the comfort of her bed, her last thoughts drifting to Akechi's smile and the warmth of his hand in hers.

The shrill chime of the lunch bell jolted Y/N from her thoughts, though her hands had already moved instinctively to gather her things. Her stomach twisted with nervousness she hadn't managed to shake for days. Ever since they'd found out about Akechi... well, whatever they thought about Akechi, things had felt different.

She replayed every conversation, every glance, and every little shift in body language from the Phantom Thieves since then. Were they more distant now? It wasn't like anyone had outright said anything to her, but it was in the way Ryuji avoided eye contact or how Makoto's usual polite demeanor seemed to have a sharpness to it. Even Yusuke, who usually spoke with her over the meaning behind art pieces, now sent awkward thumbs-ups whenever Y/N messaged in the group chat.

It stung more than she wanted to admit.

Maybe it was just in her head. Maybe they were busy. But the thought gnawed at her like a splinter she couldn't remove. They didn't even know about the kiss, or the way he'd held her like she was the only thing anchoring him to this world. They didn't know how her heart raced when she saw his name light up her phone screen.

They don't need to know, she told herself firmly, clutching her bento as she stepped into the hallway.

But then her mind wandered back to the aquarium, to the way Akira and Makoto exchanged subtle glances when they'd seen her and Akechi together. It was the tiniest of gestures—Makoto's brows creasing just slightly, Akira tilting his head like he was trying to figure something out. And the tone. That tone in their voices when they talked to her, as though they were holding back questions.

Was it disapproval ? Concern? Disappointment?

Her chest tightened at the thought. What if they really didn't trust her anymore? What if, by spending time with Akechi, she was unknowingly widening a rift between her and the only people who'd ever truly understood her?

It always really did circle back to him, didn't it? No matter how hard she tried to focus on her friends, her classes, or anything else, her mind drifted back to him. Akechi had a way of seeping into every corner of her thoughts, whether she welcomed it or not.

She wondered, not for the first time, what had her so drawn to him. Was it the mystery ? The vulnerability he rarely let anyone see? Maybe it was something more—something deeper. Maybe she was meant to be with him. The idea made her chest tighten. What if he could awaken to a persona? What if he joined them and they could fight side by side, changing hearts together?

She sighed, shaking her head as she stepped into the cafeteria and headed to the lunch table. It was silly. Wishful thinking.

Still, as she sat down, her brow furrowed at the atmosphere. Something was off. The usual chatter and laughter that filled their lunch breaks had been replaced by an awkward silence. She glanced around the table, noticing how no one really looked at her directly.

Ryuji had his head down, shoveling food into his mouth as if it were the most important task in the world. Morgana sat perched on the table, watching Ryuji eat with an air of judgment. Makoto focused on her own bento, her usual polite smile absent. Even Ann , who never missed a chance to fill the quiet with her vibrant energy, seemed unusually subdued.

Y/N's chest tightened as she remembered the last time they all had lunch together. Ryuji had made that weird comment—offhanded, but pointed enough that it had lingered in her mind. Now, though, no one was even trying. It felt like they were all walking on eggshells around her.

Even Ann was avoiding direct conversation, and that was saying something.

She looked at her food, trying to push down the growing discomfort. Was it him ? Were they this way because of him?

Her eyes flicked to the others again, searching for something, anything, that might give her a clue. But all she found was the same awkward tension that had been following her like a shadow ever since the aquarium.

As Y/N sat there, silently picking at her lunch, an uncomfortable thought crept into her mind. Maybe this is my fault. She frowned, stabbing a piece of meat with her chopsticks a little too aggressively.

It wasn't like she meant to pull away from them. It just happened. She'd made choices—choices that distanced her from the group. She skipped out on a few hangouts, turned down some calls, and spent more time with him. And now, looking back, she realized she'd started to drift away from the tight-knit bond they'd all shared.

She sighed quietly, glancing around the table again. No one had outright said anything, but their actions spoke louder than words. The awkward silences. The careful avoidance of her gaze. The fact that even Ann, her one solid connection lately, seemed hesitant. It all pointed to the same thing. They were hurt.

And she knew how it looked. She knew. Spending time with Goro Akechi, the detective who openly clashed with the Phantom Thieves, was bad enough. But for them to see her, one of their own, actively choosing to be with him? It must've felt like a betrayal.

But they didn't understand. They didn't know what it was like to feel so... exhausted . So drained from constantly putting herself at risk. She wanted more free time. Less danger. And maybe, selfishly, she wanted someone who wasn't tied to all of that. Someone who could understand her struggles without sharing every single burden.

Still , she thought, they could still be my friends, couldn't they?

After all the time they'd spent together, the battles they'd fought, the sacrifices they'd made, there was no way they'd drop her over this. Right? Right?

But as she sat there, the tension around her only growing thicker, doubt crept in. She had no idea what they were thinking anymore. And it scared her.

And almost as if Akira could read her mind—he interrupted the thick silence.

"Y/N, could you come with me for a second?"

The rest of the group, almost adamantly ignoring his words, kept to themselves. Kept eating their food like there was nothing in the world to worry about except the silent click of the forks against plates.

Nodding, Y/N followed Akira out of the cafeteria, the weight of the group's silence still pressing heavily on her chest. The air outside the hallway felt lighter, but only just . She crossed her arms defensively, her steps slowing as Akira stopped and turned to face her.

He studied her for a moment, his calm, unreadable gaze making her stomach twist. Then, with a quiet but firm voice, he said, "We know you and Akechi aren't just friends."

Y/N blinked, her breath catching for a second. She opened her mouth to respond but found herself unable to form any words. Akira, as always, didn't seem fazed by her silence.

"At first, we thought maybe you were just hanging out with him," he continued, his tone neutral but edged with something she couldn't quite place. "But it's more than that, isn't it?"

She shifted uncomfortably, the accusation—no, the truth —lingering between them. "What makes you think that?" she finally managed, her voice quieter than she intended.

Akira tilted his head, the faintest ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're not exactly subtle, you know. The way you act when his name comes up... And at the aquarium, it was written all over both of your faces."

Her face flushed, and she averted her gaze, her hands clenching at her sides. "I didn't mean to..." she trailed off, unsure of how to explain herself.

Akira sighed softly, leaning back against the wall. "I'm not here to lecture you. But... it's hard for the rest of us to see it any other way than you choosing him over us."

Her head shot up, and she frowned. "That's not true. I didn't choose him over you."

"Didn't you, though?" Akira's voice was still calm, but his words hit like a dagger. "You've been pulling away, Y/N. Whether you realize it or not, it feels like you're not on our side anymore. And with him of all people—"

Y/N's shoulders stiffened, her frustration bubbling just under the surface. "You don't get it, Akira. You've already made up your mind about him—about us —without even trying to understand."

Akira crossed his arms, his gaze steady but sharp. "You're right. I don't get it," he said collectedly. "I wouldn't really date someone who's trying to arrest all of my friends."

Her jaw dropped slightly before she quickly recovered, the jab hitting harder than she expected. "That's not fair, and you know it," she shot back, her tone defensive. "He's doing his job. You don't have to like it, but it doesn't make him a bad person."

Akira raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Oh, sure. I'm sure he's just punching his timecard, thinking, 'Wow, I love law and order.' Nothing personal, right?"

Y/N glared at him, her cheeks flushing. "You think everything's black and white, don't you? Not everyone has the luxury of choosing sides like you do."

His calm expression didn't waver. "And what side is he on, exactly? Because last I checked, it's not ours."

"He's not against you!" She snapped, her voice rising slightly. "He's against people who break the law."

"Oh, like us?" Akira cut in, his voice still maddeningly even.

Y/N bit her lip, her frustration boiling over. "It's not the same thing, and you know it!"

"Do I, though?" Akira tilted his head, his tone shifting to something softer but no less pointed. "Because from where I'm standing, he's still working with the people we're fighting against. And you're defending him like he's a saint."

"I'm not saying he's perfect!" She fired back, her voice trembling slightly. "But he's more than what you see on the surface. He's more than his stupid job or your stupid rivalry."

"Rivalry?" Akira let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "This isn't some petty competition, Y/N. This is about trust. And if you think he's the one who deserves it... " He trailed off, shrugging as if the thought finished itself.

Y/N took a shaky breath, her fists clenched at her sides. "You don't know him like I do," she said quietly but firmly.

"And you don't know him like he does," Akira replied, his tone softening just enough to land the blow gently.

The words struck her harder than she wanted to admit, but she held her ground. "You're wrong about him," she said, her voice quieter but no less resolute. "He's not what you think he is."

"And I really hope you're right," Akira said, his gaze steady and almost sad. "For your sake."

They stared at each other in tense silence, the unspoken weight of their words lingering between them. Neither wanted to back down, but neither seemed willing to escalate further.

Finally, Akira sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, Y/N... I just don't want you to get hurt. That's all."

She softened slightly at his words, her shoulders relaxing. "I know," she said quietly, looking away.

He nodded, turning to leave but pausing after a few steps. "Just... be careful. With him, and with us."

"But," Akira stopped just before turning the corner, his voice carrying back to her, low but firm. "When you end up getting hurt—when you realize he's just using you—don't come crawling back."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, the sting of his words cutting deeper than she expected. "Akira—"

He didn't turn around, but his next words were clear and unwavering. "Even if I wanted to, none of the thieves would allow it."

The silence that followed felt suffocating, and for a moment, Y/N could only stand there, her heart racing in her chest. Akira's words echoed in her mind as if they were meant to haunt her, to remind her that she was walking a dangerous line.

Before she could respond, he disappeared back into the cafeteria, leaving Y/N alone in the hallway, the echoes of their argument swirling in her mind.

Y/N stood there, frozen for a moment, her mind racing. She could feel the weight of Akira's words pressing down on her chest, his voice still echoing in her ears. The awkwardness of the whole situation was almost too much to bear. She glanced at the lunch table, her belongings scattered there, as if mocking her. The thought of going back to retrieve them seemed almost too embarrassing—was she supposed to just waltz back in there like nothing happened?

Would Ann bring her stuff? Would she be too uncomfortable to do so now? Y/N grimaced at the thought. That wasn't what she wanted. Not after all of this. She was already aware of how everything had shifted between them.

And Akira's words? They were cutting deeper than she wanted to admit. It was a strange realization—how, not so long ago, she used to do everything just to get his approval. To fit into that space in his life. And now? Now, it felt like the tables had turned. What was once validation now felt like a rejection.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair, trying to shake off the discomfort. Her bento. She almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. Here she was, caught in this whirlwind of emotions, and the only thing she could think about was whether she should go back and get her damn bento . It felt so trivial in comparison to everything else, but the weight of it was just as heavy.

Eventually, she pushed herself into motion, turning back to the door, trying to block out the sting of Akira's words. She didn't need validation from anyone—not anymore. She could handle this. And if she had to go get her stuff herself, then so be it.

Y/N tried to keep her expression neutral as she made eye contact with Akira, but the tension in the air made it impossible to hide her discomfort. She couldn't stop herself from almost making a face, but quickly masked it with a practiced poker face, forcing the awkwardness down as much as possible. It was too much—the silence, the weight of everything that had just happened. She tried to focus on the task at hand, gathering up her stuff with a speed that was more frantic than she intended.

Waving goodbye to Ann, she said, "I'll talk to you later." Ann, as usual, seemed unfazed by the tension, enthusiastically waving back and nodding, the most animated she'd been all lunch period. It made Y/N feel a little better, but as she turned to leave, she couldn't help but notice that the moment the door closed behind her, she could hear their conversation starting up immediately.

What ever.

She made her way to the classroom, trying to push the overwhelming feelings from her mind. Sitting down at her desk, she pulled out her phone, scrolling aimlessly. Akechi hadn't texted her that morning. She figured he was either at school or work—he had his own life, after all. But as she sat there, her mind drifted. It was strange, how much of her day had revolved around him lately. How much she thought about him, how much she needed to talk to him.

She didn't realize how lonely she'd become, how the hole she'd dug for herself was only getting deeper. She had isolated herself from the thieves, from the one group that had once been her safe space, all for the sake of this relationship with Akechi. But how could she just push him away? How could she ignore the one thing that felt like it was pulling her in?

The questions swirled in her head, and all she could do was sit there, her heart heavy, wondering if she had made a mistake or if she was only following her heart.

Maybe it was both. Maybe she had made a mistake, but she was okay with that. In the end, it felt right, even if it hurt.

But then, maybe it was time to stop telling Ann. Wouldn't that make things easier? If she kept this part of her life to herself, maybe she wouldn't have to deal with the weight of her friends' disapproval. After all, they had no idea what it felt like. They didn't understand the pull, the complexity of it.

What if Ann told them? What if she just came out with it, showed them the text messages, the proof that it was real? She could already hear the arguments, the disappointment in their voices. They would never accept it, not after everything that had happened with Akechi.

Her fingers curled into her hair as she ran them through, trying to get some kind of control over her thoughts. It was all too much. She wasn't sure if she was ready for the fallout, but she also didn't know how long she could keep this up.

With a frustrated sigh, she grabbed her headphones and jammed them into her ears, hoping to drown out the noise in her head. She needed some silence, something to help her focus—anything that would push the thoughts of Akechi, her friends, and everything in between, away, even if it was just for a little while.

The music blurred her worries, but the ache in her chest lingered.

She didn't want to become too attached to Akechi. That was the last thing she needed, especially with everything in flux. She couldn't let herself fall deeper into this relationship if it wasn't something sustainable.

Instead, she could focus on something else—something she could control. Mementos. She could always go there to kill time, to train, to become stronger. Maybe it would help her push these thoughts away.

Her persona was strong. Almighty power. That was something none of them had—not even Akira, no matter how much of a natural he was with his curse abilities. She had the raw power, the skill to destroy. She could be her own leader, carve her own path without relying on anyone else.

It was tempting to think that, to retreat into her own power and not be weighed down by the emotions she couldn't control. Yet, even as the thought crossed her mind, she couldn't shake the small voice that wondered if she'd always be running from what mattered most—what she truly wanted.

For now, though, she let the thought of Mementos linger. It was a temporary distraction, but it might just be enough.

It really was lonely without them. Without Akechi to talk to, the silence felt heavier than ever. She tried to distract herself, but nothing seemed to fill the void left by their absence. She thought about reaching out to him, but she didn't want to seem desperate. Maybe he was waiting for her to text him first? She wondered if he even thought about her like that, but the fear of looking foolish kept her from typing anything.

The reality hit her like a cold wave: the path back to the Phantom Thieves was almost severed. Her place with them was no longer clear, not with everything that had changed. She had already made her decision, whether consciously or not. Akechi had become a part of her life, and now it felt like she had no choice but to choose him.

The doubt that crept up in her chest gnawed at her. Was this really the right thing to do? Had she made a mistake ? But the thought of returning to the chaos and risk of the Phantom Thieves didn't feel like an option anymore. She'd chosen comfort. She'd chosen stability. She'd chosen Akechi .

She sighed, pushing the small voice of doubt aside. She had made her own bed. Now, she just had to lie on it.

Even as the bell rang, Y/N remained glued to her phone, mindlessly scrolling through her feed as the noise of the classroom faded into the background. The headphones in her ears acted as a barrier to everything, her mind too preoccupied with the small nagging thought about Akechi. She really hoped he wasn't leading her on or using her. That would've been embarrassing —no, worse than embarrassing. It would've felt like she'd been played for a fool, and she couldn't bear that.

Akechi was different from the others. She wanted to believe that. But the doubt lingered, curling around the edges of her thoughts, making her feel unsure and exposed. What if it was all a game to him? What if she was just another pawn? She bit her lip, trying to push the anxiety away, but it was hard to ignore.

She glanced at her phone again, hoping for a message, but there was nothing. No text from him. It made her wonder even more. Was she overthinking it all? Was it too soon to be so invested? But what if he was just waiting for her to make the next move?

Y/N couldn't help but notice it—her name had been removed from the Phantom Thieves group chat. It stung more than she cared to admit, the small notification hitting her like a weight in her chest. She tried to shake it off, telling herself it didn't matter, but the emptiness it left lingered. She'd really done it, hadn't she? She'd cut herself off from them, and now the silence felt deafening.

Almost as if her thoughts had summoned him, her phone buzzed. A text from Akechi appeared on the screen.

>>Akechi: How did lunch go? I'm sorry I didn't text earlier. I was busy with some work.

Y/N stared at the message for a moment, her heart beating a little faster. He always knew how to make her feel seen, even with a simple text. A small smile tugged at her lips, the sting of her exclusion from the group chat momentarily forgotten.

She quickly typed back, the words coming easily.

>>Y/N: it was fine

>>Y/N: and don't worry about it

>>Y/N: works important

>>Y/N: how was yours?

She sent it before she could overthink, knowing deep down that she was just happy to hear from him. The small connection, even through a text, was enough to help drown out the silence. Maybe the Thieves were gone from her life for now, but Akechi was still there. He always had been.

>>Akechi: Just fine? Is everything okay?

Y/N hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She stared at the message for a moment, unsure if she wanted to admit the full weight of what was bothering her. She didn't want to sound petty or melodramatic, but she also didn't want to lie to him.

>>Y/N: yeah, just some drama

>>Y/N: nothing major

She stared at the message for a while before sending it, already feeling a little unsure if it was enough to convey what she was truly feeling. The emptiness of being excluded, the tension in the air between her and the others—it felt bigger than just "drama," but she couldn't find the right words.

Akechi responded after a moment, his tone almost amused.

>>Akechi: Ah. Typical high school friend groups, I assume?

Y/N let out a small, almost bitter laugh at his response.

>>Y/N: i guess you could say that

She felt the weight of the situation slowly dissipate, even just from texting him. It wasn't the same as hearing his voice, but it was comforting in its own way.

>>Akechi: Well, I could try to help you. Social interactions could be a new pathway for my sleuthing, after all.

Y/N couldn't help but smile at his words, imagining the playful glint in his eye if they were face-to-face. He always did have a way of making things feel less heavy, even with something as trivial as... high school drama.

>>Y/N: i dont even know where to start

>>Y/N: its like

>>Y/N: imagine youre trying out a new flavor

>>Y/N: and you like that flavor

>>Y/N: but your friends dont like that flavor even though theyve never actually tried the flavor

She paused for a moment, staring at her phone, unsure of how to continue. She wasn't sure if she was trying to explain it to him or just thinking out loud at this point. It felt complicated, yet so simple in her mind.

>>Y/N: i understand they dont like the new flavor but just because i like new ones doesn't mean i can't keep eating the other flavors i also like

There was a long silence as she waited for his response. Part of her wondered if she was being unreasonable. Maybe this was just the fallout of her choices, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to regret getting close to Akechi.

A few moments later, Akechi's text came through, breaking the silence:

>>Akechi: I understand. It's tough when people make judgments without knowing the full picture. But, you're right. They don't know... the new flavor.. And they don't know what you feel.

Her chest tightened a little as she read his words, realizing just how much he understood. A part of her felt reassured, but another part wondered if she was just justifying everything. It was easier to believe that the people she was close to just didn't understand, but that didn't make their feelings invalid.

>>Y/N: It just feels like they think im making a mistake

She sighed and leaned back in her chair, her mind wandering as she stared out the window. Her gaze flicked to the clock. The day was dragging on, but she wasn't really focused on school anymore.

>>Y/N: its like im stuck between two worlds

>>Y/N: one that understands me and the other that feels like they've given up on me

She wasn't sure if she was looking for advice or just trying to let her emotions spill out in text. Her thumb hovered over the screen, waiting for a reply.

Y/N stared at her phone for a moment, her fingers hovering over the screen as a knot twisted in her stomach. She knew the situation was complicated, but deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that maybe she'd made a mistake.

>>Y/N: maybe i fucked it up

>>Y/N: i got too caught up in the new flavor and ignored the old ones too much

She sent the message before she could second-guess herself. Her thumb hovered over her phone screen as she stared at the blinking dots indicating he was typing. The silence was heavy .

>>Akechi: I can understand why you might feel that way, but don't let the past hold you back. The new flavors are just as important as the old ones. They're what shape who you are now. And I'm not saying you should abandon the past, but you shouldn't let it stop you from finding your own path either.

Her breath caught in her chest as she read his response, feeling a rush of emotions flood her all at once. His words felt almost too perfect, too easy. But they also made sense in a way. She couldn't deny the pull she felt toward him, the way he seemed to see her when no one else did. But then... was that all he was doing? Did he really see her, or was he just telling her what she needed to hear?

>>Y/N: i dont want to lose them

>>Y/N: but cant go back to how things were

Her fingers trembled slightly as she hit send, a sense of vulnerability creeping over her. She knew she was laying her doubts bare, but she also knew she couldn't lie to him—not when he'd been so open with her.

She stared at her phone, waiting for a reply, her mind racing with thoughts of what to do next. Could she really choose a side? Or was she just too far gone to go back?

>>Akechi: It's a difficult position to be in. But if you believe in me, and if you trust me, then the rest will follow. I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. You're not alone in this.

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. They felt sincere, like he really meant it. She didn't realize how much she needed that reassurance until now.

>>Y/N: i trust you, goro

The words came out so naturally, so easily, that for a second, she almost forgot the tension she had been feeling all day. It was a small thing, a reassurance of her own, but it made her feel like maybe, just maybe, she wasn't making such a huge mistake. Maybe she could be happy in her own way, even if it meant stepping away from her old life.

Her phone vibrated again. She opened the message with anticipation.

>>Akechi: Good. Because, like I said, I'm not going anywhere. And I'll make sure you don't have to face this alone.

Y/N couldn't help but smile at the screen, feeling a mix of relief and something softer she hadn't expected.

Y/N sat back, staring at the screen of her phone, Akechi's words lingering in her mind. His message was a balm to her anxieties, a reminder that her feelings weren't out of place. But despite that, a sharp sting still lingered in her chest, the memory of Akira's words echoing in her mind.

She hadn't expected him to speak to her like that—not so directly, not with that edge to his tone. The sting of his accusation—the way he'd said, "When you get hurt, don't come crawling back" felt harsh, even if it was true. And maybe it was . Maybe he was right. Maybe Akechi was using her, and she was too blind to see it.

She let out a soft sigh, trying to push the thoughts away, but it wasn't that easy. It was always the same—caught between the sharp reality of her choices and the comforting words of someone who seemed to understand her better than anyone else.

But the truth lingered in the back of her mind like an itch she couldn't scratch. Would she ever be able to go back to how things were with the Phantom Thieves? Could she really choose between them and him?

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, letting Akechi's words wash over her. He was right, in a way. It was her life. And while she knew the Phantom Thieves were important, she also couldn't ignore the pull she felt toward Akechi, even if that meant walking away from the group.

She wanted the comfort Akechi offered. She wanted to believe in the future he promised, one where she didn't have to choose between loyalty and herself.

But alas, Akira's words marked the monumental departure of her era in the Phantom Thieves. She didn't have a choice anymore. She wasn't sure she understood that fully.

>>Y/N: thank you for the advice

She hesitated for a moment, then hit send. She appreciated his words, even if they didn't completely erase the nagging doubt in her mind. It was easier to accept his comfort than to face the uncertainty of her situation.

>>Akechi: Of course. I'm always happy to help.

>>Akechi: If you're free later, how about we go to Jazz Jin? It might help clear your mind.

Y/N smiled at the suggestion. Jazz Jin always had a way of making things feel just a little lighter, and the thought of spending time with Akechi, even in the midst of everything else, brought a sense of calm. It wasn't a perfect solution, but it was a moment she could hold on to.

>>Y/N: Yeah, I can do that. I'll meet you there after school.

A few seconds passed before she received his reply.

>>Akechi: Looking forward to it.

The words were simple, but there was an unmistakable warmth in them. Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest as she pocketed her phone. For now, she was going to focus on the moment, try not to overthink things. Jazz Jin was a place to breathe, a space away from the heavy weight of her thoughts. And she'd get to share it with Akechi.

Y/N stared at her phone screen for a moment longer, the notification light blinking as if it were calling her back. She had no time to get caught up in more thoughts, not now. The bell rang, and the reality of how much time she'd wasted hit her all at once. She hadn't paid attention to a single thing in class, her focus entirely consumed by Akechi's messages and the things they'd exchanged.

With a sigh, she shoved her phone into her bag, not bothering to linger. She wasn't about to let herself get stuck in the same cycle again. No more lingering on past decisions, no more debating whether she'd done the right thing. She'd made her choice.

She stood up, a little too quickly, and made her way out of the classroom with determination. No detours, no distractions. The path was set, and the only thing on her mind was getting to Jazz Jin.

No more waiting around, no more what-if's.

As she walked down the hall, Y/N focused only on the feeling of her shoes against the floor, the soft thrum of her heartbeat in her ears. She wasn't looking for anyone's approval anymore. Not Akira's, not Makoto's, not even Ann's . This was about her. This was about what she wanted.

And right now, what she wanted was to be with him.

The door to Jazz Jin was already in sight, and she could already picture the quiet, intimate atmosphere that would give her the escape she needed. She walked faster, a slight excitement building in her chest as she anticipated seeing Akechi.

Y/N walked into Jazz Jin, the familiar soft ambiance greeting her immediately. The low murmur of jazz music in the background, the warm glow of the lamps—it felt like a refuge from everything she'd left behind today. Her fingers lightly patted her hair to smooth it down—a small gesture that calmed her nerves before she stepped inside.

There, sitting at their usual table, was Akechi. He was already waiting, as expected. Two drinks sat in front of him—one was hers, the one she'd ordered last time. The other, though... that one was unfamiliar to her. It didn't seem to match the usual choices she'd seen from him.

His eyes lit up when he noticed her, a soft smile pulling at his lips. He didn't have to say anything; just the way he looked at her made her feel like she was exactly where she needed to be.

"Ah, you're here." Akechi greeted, his voice warm yet still somehow cool. His gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, as if checking to make sure she was okay. He gestured to the seat across from him. "I've already ordered for you. I hope it's still to your liking."

Y/N sat down, still a little unsure about the unfamiliar drink in front of him, but she appreciated the gesture. She offered him a smile, trying to push aside the weight of everything that had been on her mind before she entered.

"Thanks," she replied quietly, a bit of relief slipping into her voice. "You always know how to make me feel at ease."

Akechi's smile softened slightly, as if he understood the hidden meaning behind her words. He didn't press her for details, though. Instead, he took a sip of his own drink and leaned back slightly in his chair, watching her with a mix of curiosity and care. "I hope the rest of your day went better," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle.

Y/N glanced at him, still unsure how to approach everything that had happened earlier. But right now, sitting in front of him, with the dim lights and the soft music, it was hard to think about anything else.

"It's been... a lot," she admitted, the weight of her thoughts still pulling at her, but at least here, it didn't feel so overwhelming. "But it's okay now."

Akechi raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her words. "I'm glad to hear that," he said, though the underlying concern was still there, just beneath the surface. He reached for his own drink again, but his eyes didn't leave hers, the unspoken understanding lingering between them.

She was here now. And for the first time in a while, she felt like maybe she didn't have to carry everything alone.

Akechi took a slow sip of his drink, his gaze steady on Y/N as she played with the rim of her glass. Her silence didn't bother him—he could tell she was sorting through her thoughts. Finally, he leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table.

"You know," he began, his voice calm and inviting, "sometimes it helps to get it out. Even if it doesn't solve anything, just putting the emotions into words can make them feel... smaller."

Y/N hesitated, her fingers halting their restless movements. She looked up at him, his expression nothing but patient and attentive. Her heart wavered; she wasn't sure if this was something she should share with him. But if anyone would understand... it might just be him.

"Okay," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the jazz playing in the background. She took a small breath, steadying herself before continuing. "But promise me something first."

Akechi tilted his head slightly, intrigued. "Anything," he said smoothly.

"Don't... don't hate me," she muttered, her gaze dropping to her hands. "And don't think of me differently after I tell you."

Akechi's brow furrowed ever so slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his face. "I doubt there's anything you could say that would make me do either," he replied sincerely.

She let out a shaky sigh, her fingers tightening around her glass. "It's just... my friends. They're... well, they're chastising me for spending time with you," she confessed, the words tumbling out quickly as if saying them faster would make them less real. "They don't get it. They don't know you like I do. And... I feel like they're judging me for it."

Akechi's expression didn't change right away; he seemed to take a moment to process her words. Then, with a soft exhale, he leaned back in his seat, regarding her with an unreadable expression.

"I see," he said quietly, his voice measured. "It must be difficult to feel caught between people you care about."

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak just yet.

He watched her for a moment longer before continuing, his tone thoughtful. "It's understandable, in a way. To them, I'm... let's say, not exactly someone they would choose for you. But they don't know me. Not as you do."

His words were smooth, calculated yet sincere, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a small sense of validation in them.

"They don't," she echoed, her voice firmer now. "And I just... I wish they'd try to understand instead of assuming the worst."

Akechi's lips curved into a soft, almost melancholic smile. "People are often quick to judge what they don't understand. It's easier for them that way. But..." He leaned forward again, his gaze locking onto hers. "If they're truly your friends, they'll come around. And if they don't... well, that says more about them than it does about you."

His words were comforting, and Y/N felt a small weight lift off her shoulders. Still, a tiny seed of doubt remained, and she couldn't quite shake the fear of what her friends truly thought of her now.

Akechi's smile softened as he reached for his drink, taking a slow sip before setting it back down. His fingers traced the rim thoughtfully, his gaze never wavering from her.

"Y/N," he started gently, his voice carrying an almost soothing cadence, "I can only imagine how isolating that must feel. The people you've shared so much with... suddenly pulling away."

She nodded, her grip tightening around her glass. "Yeah, it's like... I didn't even do anything to them. I just made one choice for myself, and now everything's different."

Akechi tilted his head, his expression empathetic. "It's ironic, isn't it? The ones who claim to care about you... pushing you away the moment you make a decision they don't approve of." He paused, letting the words hang for just a moment before continuing. "It makes you wonder... how deep was that bond, really?"

Y/N frowned, her thoughts beginning to churn. "I mean... they've always been there for me before. But now... it feels like I don't even belong anymore."

Akechi's smile didn't falter, though his gaze grew sharper, more intent. "It's telling, isn't it? The way people show their true colors when faced with something they don't like. But not everyone is like that."

She glanced at him, slightly confused by his tone. "What do you mean?"

"Well," he began, leaning forward slightly, his voice dropping to something more intimate, "I knew you before you stepped away from them, didn't I? Before you decided to take some space from their... riskier endeavors."

Y/N nodded slowly, unsure of where he was going but unable to deny the truth in his words.

"And yet," he continued smoothly, "I never pushed you away. I never judged you for any of it. In fact... I stayed. Even when I knew you were still connected to them." He tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "That has to count for something, doesn't it?"

Her chest tightened, guilt and gratitude swirling together in a confusing knot. "I... I guess it does," she murmured, her voice uncertain.

Akechi's smile returned, warm and reassuring. "I don't mean to criticize your friends, of course," he added, his tone light but deliberate. "But it's worth considering who's truly in your corner when things become complicated. Actions speak louder than words, after all."

Y/N felt a strange sense of clarity—or was it doubt? She couldn't quite tell. His words felt comforting, validating even, yet they left a faint unease she couldn't place.

"Maybe you're right," she said quietly, staring down at her glass.

Akechi's voice was softer now, almost a whisper. "I only want what's best for you, Y/N. I think you know that."

She nodded, the faintest smile tugging at her lips as she looked back at him. "Thank you, Goro. For... everything."

His smile widened just a fraction, his eyes gleaming with something she couldn't quite name. "Always."

Akechi's expression shifted, his sly smile returning as he leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "You know," he began, his eyes gleaming with amusement, "my given name sounds particularly nice coming from you."

Y/N froze for a moment, her cheeks immediately heating up. "W-What?" she stammered, unsure how to respond.

His smile widened just a touch, clearly enjoying her reaction. "It's true," he continued, his tone light and playful. "I never really thought much about it before, but the way you say it... well, it's pleasant."

She ducked her head, fumbling for a response. "I... I don't know what to say to that."

Akechi chuckled softly, waving a hand dismissively. "Don't worry. It's just an observation. Nothing to dwell on."

Y/N tried to shake off her flustered state, taking a sip of her drink to steady herself. Akechi, mercifully, seemed ready to shift the conversation.

"Well," he said, leaning back slightly, his tone shifting to something more serious, "I thought you might like to know—there have been some updates on the Phantom Thieves case."

Her ears perked up at the mention, though her stomach knotted slightly. "Updates?"

Akechi nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Yes. It seems their activity is beginning to catch the attention of higher authorities. The change-of-heart cases are becoming more difficult to ignore."

Y/N swallowed hard, her thoughts racing. "What do you mean?"

"They're becoming a hot topic among law enforcement," he explained, folding his hands on the table. "There's talk of forming a task force dedicated to uncovering their identities. It's all still in the early stages, but... it's progressing."

She forced herself to remain composed, nodding as if the news didn't strike her like a bolt of lightning. "I see."

"I thought you'd want to know," Akechi continued, watching her carefully. "Considering your... past association with them. It's better to stay informed, don't you think?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment, her fingers fiddling with the edge of her drink. Finally, she sighed, deciding to be honest. "Oh. Actually... I think I got kind of kicked out."

Akechi raised an eyebrow, his surprise genuine. "Kicked out? Of the Phantom Thieves?"

She nodded slowly, looking down at her drink. "I think so. It's... complicated."

"Go on," he prompted gently, his voice calm and encouraging.

"Well..." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "It all started with Akira. We had this... spat, I guess. He confronted me during lunch, saying they know about us. Not in detail, but enough to make him... wary, I guess."

Akechi leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable as he listened. "I see. What exactly did he say?"

Y/N bit her lip, feeling the sting of Akira's words all over again. "He accused me of being blind to who you are, said I would come crawling back when I got hurt... and even if he wanted me back, the others wouldn't allow it." Her voice grew quieter, tinged with a bitterness she couldn't quite mask. "And I guess I understand why they're upset, but... I don't see the problem the way they do. It's not fair."

Akechi's expression darkened just slightly, though he kept his tone composed. "So, instead of talking it out or understanding your perspective, they decided to push you away? That's... disappointing."

She shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant even as her chest tightened. "I guess I've been distant from them anyway. But Akira... he hit a nerve. I used to care so much about his opinion, you know? And now... it's like I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

Akechi's gaze softened as he regarded her, his voice dipping lower. "It sounds to me like you've outgrown them, Y/N. They've shown you how conditional their loyalty is. Notice who stood by you through it all—who didn't waver."

His words sank into her, and though she didn't entirely agree, there was a certain comfort in hearing him frame things that way.

"Maybe," she murmured, unsure how much she believed it.

Akechi leaned forward slightly, his tone taking on a soothing quality. "Don't let their insecurities weigh you down. They're afraid of what they don't understand. And, let's be honest, Y/N—they don't understand me."

She let out a small laugh, though it was devoid of humor. "Yeah, no kidding."

He smiled faintly, tilting his head. "Well, I'm glad you told me. And for what it's worth, you don't need their approval to know what you want or who you are. You've made your choice, and I respect you for it."

Y/N blinked, her heart squeezing at his words. "Thanks, Goro."

"Always," he replied smoothly, his voice warm but firm.

A brief silence settled between them after Akechi's last words. He leaned back in his seat, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of his cup. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought, his usually sharp eyes focused on nothing in particular.

Y/N noticed the change, tilting her head slightly. "You okay?"

He blinked as if snapping out of a trance, then smiled faintly, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Just thinking. Don't mind me."

"About what?" she pressed gently, curious.

He swirled the liquid in his cup, the faint clink of ice breaking the quiet. "Nothing important. Just the nature of relationships, I suppose. How fragile they can be... and how quickly loyalties shift." His voice was soft, almost contemplative.

Y/N frowned slightly. "You don't think I'm fragile, do you?"

That seemed to pull him back to his usual self. His smile sharpened, and he leaned forward a bit, resting his chin on his hand. "Oh, not at all. You've proven yourself to be anything but. If anything, I'd argue you're the strongest person I've met."

She felt her cheeks warm at the sudden compliment, and she tried to play it off with a small laugh. "I don't know about that..."

Akechi chuckled softly, setting his drink down. "Modest as always. It's one of the things I admire about you."

Y/N hesitated, her gaze flicking between him and her own drink. "You really think that?"

"Of course," he said smoothly, his voice regaining its usual confident tone. "Why do you think I chose to spend my time with you? You're far more interesting than anyone else I've come across."

Her face flushed at the intensity of his words, and she quickly took a sip of her drink to hide her reaction.

For a moment, he seemed content to let the conversation rest, his attention drifting back to his cup. His fingers tapped lightly against the glass, and his eyes narrowed slightly as if he were puzzling something out in his head.

"Goro?" she asked, breaking the silence.

He looked up, his expression quickly shifting back to its usual composed state. "Yes?"

"You seemed... far away just now," she said, her voice quiet.

He let out a soft sigh, offering her a reassuring smile. "My apologies. I have a habit of overthinking things."

"Like what?" she asked, leaning forward slightly.

He chuckled lightly, waving a hand. "Oh, nothing you need to worry about. Just work matters and... well, a few personal musings."

Y/N studied him for a moment, noting the way his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "If something's bothering you, you know you can tell me, right?"

His expression softened, and for a moment, he seemed genuinely touched. "Thank you. That means more than you know. But I assure you, I'm fine."

She nodded, though a part of her wasn't entirely convinced. Still, she decided not to press further, instead offering him a small smile. "Okay. But the offer stands."

He inclined his head, his usual smirk returning. "Duly noted. Now, let's move on to more pleasant topics, shall we? Have you decided what you'll be ordering next time we come here?"

The sudden shift in conversation caught her off guard, and she couldn't help but laugh. "Already planning our next visit?"

"Of course," he said smoothly. "I've decided I quite enjoy your company."

Her heart fluttered at his words, and she found herself smiling despite everything. Maybe things weren't perfect, but for now, this was enough.

Y/N blinked, looking around the dimly lit interior of Jazz Jin. "Wait, there's food here? I thought it was just drinks."

Akechi chuckled softly, his lips curling into an amused smile. "There is. They don't serve a full menu, but they have small plates—snacks and finger foods. The menu's online if you're curious."

"Huh," she said, leaning back in her chair thoughtfully. "I guess I never really paid attention before."

"Well, you were likely too enthralled by the company to notice," he teased, his tone light but playful.

Her cheeks warmed slightly, and she avoided his gaze by pulling out her phone. "I guess I'll check it out, then. What do you usually get?"

"Me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't typically order food here. I prefer to keep my visits simple. A drink, good music, and..." He paused briefly, his gaze flicking to hers. "...good conversation."

Y/N's fingers froze on her phone screen as she processed his words. She glanced up, meeting his eyes for a moment before quickly looking back down. "Right," she mumbled, scrolling through the menu in an effort to keep herself busy.

Akechi chuckled again, his tone soft and knowing. "No need to be so flustered, Y/N. I'm merely stating the truth."

"Yeah, yeah," she muttered, her focus remaining on her phone. She scanned the menu, noting a few small bites like cheese platters, smoked salmon, and chocolate truffles. "Wow, this stuff's fancy."

"Well, it is a jazz bar," Akechi said, his voice laced with amusement. "Would you have expected fries and burgers?"

She laughed, finally looking up at him. "Okay, fair point. Still, it feels kind of... extra."

"Perhaps," he admitted, swirling his drink idly. "But sometimes, indulgence can be a good thing. Don't you agree?"

She tilted her head, considering his words. "I guess. It's just... not something I'm used to."

"You should try it sometime," he said, leaning forward slightly. "Treat yourself, Y/N. You deserve it."

His words made her stomach do a little flip, and she found herself smiling despite her best efforts. "Maybe I will," she said, setting her phone down. "But I think I'll stick with my drink for now. Baby steps."

"Understandable," he said with a nod. "But next time, you should let me order something for you. Consider it my treat."

She raised an eyebrow at him, her smile turning playful. "You're awfully confident there, Goro. Who says there'll be a next time?"

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and challenge. "Oh, I think there will be. Don't you?"

Her heart skipped a beat at the way he said it, and for a moment, she found herself unable to reply. Instead, she picked up her drink and took a sip, hoping he wouldn't notice the faint blush creeping up her cheeks.

Akechi, of course, noticed everything. But he said nothing, merely taking a sip of his own drink as the soft jazz music filled the air between them.

Akechi set his glass down gently, his fingers tracing the rim as he spoke, seemingly casual but with a touch of calculation. "You know, Akira and I hung out here not too long ago. Just a few days back, actually."

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. "Really? You and Akira? Here?"

He nodded, his expression unreadable. "Yes. It was... an interesting evening, to say the least. We had a drink, talked a bit. But we haven't spoken since."

Her brows furrowed slightly, and she leaned forward. "What did you talk about?"

"Oh, the usual," Akechi said smoothly, waving a hand. "Phantom Thieves theories, a bit about our so-called rivalry. Nothing too deep. He's an intriguing person, isn't he?"

Y/N tilted her head, unsure of what to make of his tone. "Yeah, he is," she admitted cautiously. "Did it... go well? I mean, you and him don't exactly seem like the best of friends."

Akechi chuckled softly, though there was an edge to it. "You're quite right about that. I wouldn't call us friends , per se. Rivals is a more accurate term. But," he added, meeting her gaze, "there's a certain understanding between us. Perhaps even respect, in some odd way."

Y/N felt a knot form in her stomach, unsure if it was from his words or the way he looked at her as he said them. "And you haven't talked since?"

"No," Akechi said with a faint smile. "I have a feeling he doesn't particularly enjoy my company. Though I suppose I can't blame him."

She frowned slightly, her thoughts drifting back to Akira's sharp words during lunch that same day. "Yeah... he's been pretty blunt lately," she muttered.

"Blunt?" Akechi asked, feigning curiosity. "About what?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. "It's nothing. Just... him being him."

Akechi's smile didn't waver, though his eyes seemed to glimmer with intrigue. "I see. Well, I wouldn't dwell on it too much. Akira has his... convictions, after all. But he's not the only one entitled to them."

She nodded slowly, unsure whether his words comforted her or added to her growing unease. Either way, she appreciated the way he didn't press further.

"I just thought it was worth mentioning," Akechi said lightly, picking up his glass again. "It's always fascinating to see where the threads of connection lead."

Y/N wasn't entirely sure what he meant by that, but something about the way he said it sent a shiver down her spine.

Akechi tilted his head back slightly as he finished the last of his drink, setting the glass down with a soft clink. His gaze flicked to Y/N, a small smile playing on his lips.

"So, are you free tomorrow?" he asked, leaning back in his seat casually.

Y/N blinked, slightly caught off guard by the sudden question. "Uh... I think so," she said, trying to think through her nonexistent plans. "Why?"

"Well," Akechi began, adjusting his gloves as if in thought, "it seems I'll have some free time. My unit is preoccupied with deciphering all the evidence we've gathered lately. It gives me a rare break."

She raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that your job?"

Akechi chuckled, his tone light but with a hint of amusement. "It is, technically. But there's no harm in delegating now and then, is there? They seem eager enough to prove themselves, and I'm more than happy to let them."

Y/N couldn't help but smile slightly at his response. "Must be nice," she said, leaning on her hand. "Getting a break while everyone else does the hard work."

He smirked, tapping the table gently with a gloved finger. "Ah, but supervising is hard work in its own way, you know. I have to ensure everything is running smoothly. That's what makes me so... indispensable."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "Right, indispensable."

"Exactly," he replied with mock seriousness, then softened his tone. "But in all honesty, I'm looking forward to a quiet day. Perhaps we could spend it together?"

Her cheeks warmed at the suggestion, and she nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Excellent," Akechi said, his smile widening just slightly. "I'll make the arrangements. Consider it my treat."

Y/N gave him a pointed look, arching a brow. "You do realize I have school, right? Unlike you, I can't just take a random day off because my 'unit' is doing all the heavy lifting. It's a Thursday."

Akechi chuckled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. "Ah, I see. My apologies for overlooking such a vital detail. Well then, perhaps I should drop you off and pick you up instead? That way, you can maintain your busy academic schedule without the hassle of walking."

She snorted, playing along. "Honestly, I wouldn't mind. Walking everywhere can be a pain sometimes."

To her surprise, Akechi tilted his head, his expression shifting to something more thoughtful. "Would you really be okay with that?"

Her eyes widened, and she laughed nervously, waving her hands. "Wait, were you being serious? I thought that was a joke!"

"I'm rarely one for joking," he replied smoothly, though the glint in his eyes betrayed him. "But if it would make things easier for you, I could arrange my schedule to ensure you arrive at school—and return home—in comfort."

She blinked at him, trying to gauge if he was actually serious. "...Are you actually offering to chauffeur me around?"

"Of course," he said, his voice calm but with a teasing lilt. "Anything to ease your burdens, Y/N."

Y/N giggled softly, leaning forward a bit. "You know what? I'll take you up on that offer. Walking's overrated anyway."

Akechi blinked in mild surprise, clearly not expecting her to agree so quickly. Then, a satisfied smile spread across his face. "Consider it done, then. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Seriously?" she asked, still grinning as she rested her chin in her hand.

"Of course," he replied, his tone light but resolute. "It's no trouble at all."

She shook her head, still smiling. "Well, thank you for the offer—and for actually following through. I guess I'll look forward to a ride with Detective Prince Goro Akechi."

He chuckled at her teasing, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "You make it sound far more grandiose than it is, but I'll accept the title. I'll be outside your place at 6:30 sharp."

Y/N nodded, the warmth in her chest making her grin linger longer than usual. "Deal."

They both chuckled together, the sound of their laughter lingering in the air for a moment, before Akechi leaned back slightly, his eyes flickering over to hers. "You know," he started, his voice casual. "We did kiss the other day, didn't we?"

She blinked, caught off guard, her heart skipping a beat as the memory rushed back to her. "W-what? Where is this.. coming from?" She stammered, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but she could feel the blush creeping up her neck.

Akechi's smile was light, teasing, almost, as he tilted his head. "I'm just curious. After all, it's not exactly an everyday thing. So... what would you call us? What label would you put on... whatever this is?"

Y/N looked down at her hands, her fingers nervously fiddling with the edge of her drink as she tried to gather her thoughts. Akechi's question lingered in the air, and for a moment, all she could do was feel the weight of it pressing on her chest. Her heart raced, and she hesitated, not wanting to say something she wasn't sure she meant.

"I... I don't know," she admitted, looking up at him with a slightly sheepish smile. "I don't know if we're... dating," She paused, searching for the right words. "But... not.. Just friends."

Akechi's eyes flickered, a glimmer of something unreadable in them as he leaned forward slightly. There was a softness in his expression now, like he was waiting for her to continue; but not pressuring her to.

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze thoughtful. "Would you like to have a label on.. Us?" he asked, his tone both casual and a little teasing. There was something in the way he asked that made it sound more like an offer than a question.

Akechi's question hung in the air for a moment, his gaze steady on hers, waiting for her answer.

Y/N felt her heart flutter, unsure of what exactly she wanted but realizing there was something in her that wanted to say yes. She nodded slowly, her cheeks flushing slightly as she looked down at her drink. "Yeah, I think I'd like that," she admitted, the words slipping out more easily than she expected.

Akechi's lips curled into a small, knowing smile, his eyes glimmering with something unspoken. "Okay," he said softly, as if that answer meant something more to him than just a label. "It's settled then."

Y/N couldn't help but feel the weight of the moment—the idea of something more, something real with him, was finally taking shape in her mind.

Akechi leaned in slightly, his voice soft but direct. "Would you like to be my girlfriend, Y/N?"

Y/N froze for a second, her heart skipping a beat. She hadn't expected him to say it so plainly. Her thoughts stumbled over each other, trying to find the right response. Her face flushed a deep shade of red as she fumbled for words.

"U-uh," she stammered, her gaze shifting nervously. She bit her lip before meeting his eyes again. "Yes," she finally breathed out, her voice a little shaky but firm. "Yes, I would."

Akechi's smile widened just a bit, but his expression remained steady, as if everything was falling into place exactly as it should be. He reached out, brushing a lock of hair away from her face with a gentle touch.

"Good," he murmured again, almost in relief. The air between them felt different now—charged, but comforting. They had crossed an invisible line together.

Akechi paused, his gaze flickering away for a moment, a subtle tension in his posture. His voice softened as he confessed, "I've been meaning to ask you for a while now, but I was scared."

Y/N tilted her head slightly, a soft laugh escaping her as she teasingly replied, "It was obvious I'd say yes, wasn't it?"

Akechi's expression turned serious again, his eyes searching hers as if weighing his next words. He leaned back just slightly, his voice quieter this time. "What if I'm not who you think I am?"

Y/N's breath hitched, the question catching her off guard. Her eyes softened, and she studied him carefully. She had always felt there was more to him, things he kept hidden beneath the surface.

She gave him a small, reassuring smile. "Then I guess I'll figure it out," she said gently, her tone full of understanding. "But I'm still choosing to be with you, Goro. I want to see who you really are."

Akechi's expression softened, and for the first time, she noticed a flicker of something vulnerable in his eyes. He nodded slowly, as if her words were exactly what he needed to hear.

In the dim light of Jazz Jin, his gaze dropped for a moment before he let out a quiet sigh. He seemed to gather himself, and with a smooth motion, he stood up, adjusting his coat. The vulnerable side of him, so rare and fleeting, was already fading, replaced by the confident, almost distant persona he usually wore.

"Let me drive you home," he said, his voice steady, but there was a subtle warmth in it that hadn't been there before. "Thank you for tonight, Y/N. I really enjoyed it."

Y/N blinked, surprised by how quickly the atmosphere shifted. It wasn't abrupt or harsh —it was more like a soft return to what they both knew, as if the conversation that had just passed didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. She looked up at him, the lingering tension between them somehow feeling lighter now.

She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Of course. I had a good time too," she said quietly, her voice just as soft, almost unsure. But as she gathered her things, the weight of what they'd shared tonight— both the laughter and the quiet moments—still lingered. It was a connection that felt both fragile and significant.

They walked side by side out of the bar, the cool night air greeting them as they stepped onto the street. Akechi didn't immediately speak, but his presence beside her was comforting. The silence between them wasn't heavy , though—just a shared understanding that needed no words.

Y/N could feel her heart beating a little faster, but it wasn't the usual nervousness or uncertainty. It felt like something more, something steady that didn't require answers just yet. Maybe she didn't need to know everything, after all.

Akechi broke the silence as they reached his car, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'll make sure to get you home safely," he said, his voice warm, yet holding a kind of ease that made her feel... cared for.

She nodded, her smile more genuine now. "Thanks, Goro."

He held her gaze for a moment, his eyes softening just slightly, though his face remained composed. "Anytime, Y/N."

They both got into the car, and the ride home was quiet—no need for conversation, just the soft hum of the car's engine and the calm between them. Even as the city lights passed by in the window, it felt like something important was being shared in that silence.

As Akechi drove through the quiet streets, the soft hum of the engine filling the space between them, Y/N fished her phone out of her pocket. Her fingers hovered over the screen, ready to send a text to Ann, but she paused. A grimace flickered across her face as she quickly locked her phone and slipped it back into her bag. It wasn't that she didn't want to share with Ann—she did —but today was different. Tonight was about her and Akechi, and for once, she didn't want to be swayed by anyone else's opinions.

She smiled softly to herself, the realization settling in: Akechi was her boyfriend now. They were official. And it felt... right . She wasn't sure why it took her this long to see it, but now that it was out in the open, it felt oddly reassuring. Like everything had finally clicked into place.

With that thought lingering in her mind, she turned her attention back to him. Her voice broke the silence. "Won't the media be on you about who you've been hanging out with lately?" she asked, her tone light but curious.

Akechi didn't seem particularly fazed by the question, his hands steady on the wheel as he navigated the dark streets. His gaze remained forward, but there was a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Ah, that's the least of my concerns," he replied, his voice smooth and collected. "I've dealt with worse before. It's nothing I can't handle."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You don't think it's risky? I mean, we are talking about the Press."

Akechi chuckled softly, almost to himself. "The media can speculate all they want. The truth is, they have no idea. They never will. And as for what's going on between us..." He glanced at her briefly, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. "I think it's better if they keep guessing."

She couldn't help but laugh at that, a small, easy sound. "You really are something else, huh?"

He smirked, a touch of amusement in his voice. "You should know by now that I'm full of surprises."

The car rolled on in comfortable silence for a while, the rhythm of their journey settling between them. Y/N watched the passing city lights outside, her mind drifting between thoughts of the Phantom Thieves, of her friends, and of this new chapter with Akechi.

As the car pulled to a stop in front of her house, Y/N turned to face Akechi. But when she did, she was met with his gaze, and for a fleeting moment, they both just stared at each other. The atmosphere shifted—an undeniable tension hanging between them, thick and unspoken.

Y/N's eyes drifted down to his lips, and she felt a strange pull in her chest. She wasn't sure what she was hoping for, but she couldn't help herself. Akechi, however, seemed to freeze for just a second before quickly pulling his usual cool, confident mask back into place. His expression softened, but there was something in his eyes that hinted at the same uncertainty she was feeling. Neither of them spoke, and the air was filled with a comfortable silence. It was clear that, in this moment, neither of them were ready for whatever came next—but there was a sense that, in time, they would be.

Y/N let out a small breath, trying to ease the pressure that had settled in her chest. She glanced at him one last time before finally breaking the quiet. "Well, bye, my boyfriend... Akechi Goro," she said, a playful smile tugging at her lips, though the blush creeping up her cheeks betrayed her attempt at nonchalance.

Akechi's eyes widened ever so slightly at the words, and for a moment, he didn't respond, simply looking at her with an expression she couldn't quite place. Then, a quiet chuckle escaped his lips, the usual confident smirk creeping back onto his face.

"I suppose that's one way to say it," he replied softly, his tone smooth but with a hint of something almost warmer than usual. His gaze lingered on her for a second longer before he nodded toward the door.

"Get some rest, my... girlfriend, Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

She nodded, the lingering tension between them still present but not uncomfortable. With one last smile, she stepped out of the car, pausing only for a moment to glance back at him.

He was still watching her, his expression soft but unreadable. Y/N hesitated but then closed the door gently behind her. As she walked toward her front door, she could still feel the weight of his gaze on her, the promise of something more hanging in the air between them.

She didn't know what the future held, but for the first time in a while, she was excited to find out.

She had chosen her path, and for better or worse, it was hers to walk. And with Akechi by her side, maybe it wouldn't be as lonely as she'd once thought.

Y/N hurried into the bathroom as soon as she got home, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. The cool air of the room hit her, a stark contrast to the warmth that had been settling in her chest earlier. She took a deep breath and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her skin, washing away the tension of the day. As the steam filled the small room, her mind began to drift, wandering through everything that had happened since she left the Phantom Thieves.

She thought about Akira's words—how they stung so deeply . The way he had cut through everything , accusing her of abandoning the group. She hadn't expected it from him. She had thought, after everything they had been through, that he would understand. But the sharpness of his voice, the way his words had caught her off guard—it all still lingered, gnawing at her.

But then she thought about Akechi. How he had quietly stepped in when she needed someone. How he had been there, without hesitation, when things started falling apart. He never made her feel like she was making a mistake, even when she doubted herself. And now... now she was with him. Officially . The warmth that had spread through her chest earlier came back, a steady presence that filled her heart.

She let the water run over her, closing her eyes as she leaned her forehead against the cool tiles, thinking about how much had changed in such a short time. She had walked away from the Phantom Thieves. She had made a choice. And even though the fear of what was to come still lingered at the edges of her mind, something in her told her that everything would be okay.

With Akechi, she felt like there was a safety net around her. The way he'd quietly supported her since the moment she told him about her past with the Thieves... How, even when everything seemed to be falling apart, he was always there, holding her up in ways she didn't even realize until now. He didn't rush her, didn't push her, didn't make her feel like she had to make a decision right away. He just... let her be. And that meant more than she could put into words.

As the hot water continued to soothe her muscles, she thought about the moment they shared before she left the car. The way their gazes had met, how they both had pulled back just as quickly. Neither of them were ready for it. Not yet. But maybe, someday soon, they would be.

Y/N sighed and turned off the water, wrapping herself in a towel. She stepped out of the shower, feeling strangely calm despite everything swirling in her mind. She was still hurt by Akira's words, and she wasn't sure if they would ever be the same again. But she didn't need to have all the answers right now. For the first time in a while, she felt like everything would be okay.

Akechi had proven that to her, without saying a word. He was there for her, and no matter what the future held, she knew she wouldn't be alone. She smiled softly, her fingers tracing the damp towel around her, as she thought of him and the new chapter they were about to write together.