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Ren never thought he was treated unfairly by his confidants. Really, it was fine. Whatever happened was fine. It was all in service to his friends anyway, and sometimes it helped him, too, so nobody really had to talk about it.
Morgana didn't think so.
How was Ren supposed to disagree with his closest friend..? The person who saw every last bit of his life. Watched him wake, shaking with a cold sweat from nightmares. Watched him fly into hysterics at night if he trod a careful paw somewhere too close to parts of his body.
So maybe there was a problem.
Ren disagreed.
(Short scenes in which Ren thinks about all the uncomfortable ways adults had touched and treated him throughout his life, during and before Tokyo.)
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Ren had spent the night out; drinks with his oldest friend to celebrate their team's successes in their latest competition. The night was good, hanging with Ryuji's new teammates and making friends out of a few.
He could hardly remember stumbling in through the door way of his dorm, waking only to the pounding of his head and sunlight filtering through the open window of the tiny livingroom he shared with his prickly roommate, Goro Akechi.
Not to mention, the suspiciously warm body his head rested against.
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Goro sat idly within the throne room beside his vile excuse of a father, overseeing the court below; merchants, nobles and messengers alike mingling together as they wait in line for the king's attention, and occasionally his. The day had stretched long, with occasional gifts falling to his feet, a bid for future respect in his time to come as king.
He pays none of them the attention they're surely desperate for; every man within the court halls are favoured by his father, nothing more than monsters. Goro's nose twitches with distaste at the thought, working his jaw to keep it off his expression.
The air within the courtyard burns with the scent of anticipation and sweat, only thinly clouded by rich perfumes. Always an irritant, yet it isn't quite right. Something sour burns from below the hall; the acrid scent of fear, coming from the connecting labyrinth of hallways. Echoing footsteps follow the scent shortly after, and by the jingling of chains, Goro knows whom it could be. Another prisoner brought for judgement by the king, all awaiting the same fate.
A headless introduction to the afterlife at the hands of the kingdom, and Goro allows himself an inward sigh at the blood soon for the floor.
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Every time the bell chimed and Akechi’s sharp, guarded frame entered the shop, Ren’s eyes would lock onto him. It wasn't the suspicious look the others gave him. It was a look of profound relief, like Ren had spent the last year holding his breath and Akechi was the first lungful of oxygen he’d had since the world changed.
The problem was that Akechi looked like he was constantly waiting for someone to punch him. He sat in the booth with his shoulders up to his ears, nursing a coffee like it was poison, looking miserable while Ren tried to make small talk. It was painful to watch. And Ryuji hated it. Not because of Akechi—though the guy was still an arrogant prick—but because of the way it made Ren’s shoulders drop when the conversation inevitably stalled into awkward silence.
So, Ryuji decided to be a bro. If Ren wanted this guy around, Ryuji was gonna make it happen. He’d put in the work. For Ren.
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ykw hell yeah ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)
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Goro runs into Akira daily now, and there is always a nearly wrapped bento in Akira’s hands when it happens. Akira obviously can’t take a hint. There’s only so many ways to politely refuse the offer, not daring to break his public image in the subway station. Any effort he makes to avoid Akira fails as well; it’s like he is preternaturally attuned to Goro’s location at all times. Some days they talk after Akira makes the hand off, other days they’ll pass by each other on the way to their respective trains and Akira will shove the box into his hands before squeezing in the door of his train at the last possible second.
The best way to Goro Akechi’s heart is through his stomach.
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cute cute cute cuteeee
dont read when hungry
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Joker, as he was commonly known for his unique sense of humor, had reportedly begun as the throwaway Omega boyfriend of a low level cleaner. In four short years he had planted a seed of sin in the ripe millennial market of crime and harvested the fruit. Under his regime passé were the beatings and shakedowns of yesteryear, crumbling under the weight of Joker’s blackmail and cyber-crimes.
He was the current crown jewel of the Shinjuku Yakuza born from tension and hardship like a diamond, and like a diamond seemed completely infallible. And being untouchable earns attention.
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He'd been imagining Akechi as a bottom before, but if he liked it the other way... how many men had he buried his dick into? And they enjoyed it?
It just didn't seem appealing at all. Being a hole for some other guy.
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In which "straight" Akira gets creamed.
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Sent back to early April, all of Ren’s friends need help again. Having lost his ability to summon personas, he has no choice but to turn to the one person he knows who still can.
How will he ever repay his rival?