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Makoto allows herself to be bundled up on the couch, Ann plopping right beside her. She leans over, putting her head on Makoto’s shoulder. “The ocean, huh? Lotta weird stuff down there.”
“It’s soothing.” She reaches out, squeezing Ann’s hand. “You’re going to get sick.”
“Nuh-uh.” Ann blows a raspberry. “It’s my special kickass girlfriend powers.”
“If you say so,” Makoto replies wryly, sighing despite the smile creeping up, “But don’t complain to me when you get a cold.”
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12 Mar 2026
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As he waves goodbye to the others, he presses the notification and reads the missive; it informs him that he’ll have the pleasure of Goro Akechi’s company this afternoon. It does not give him the option to decline, but Akira thinks that assuming he would if he could is giving himself entirely too much credit.
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25 Feb 2026
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goro akechi’s life, after.
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25 Feb 2026
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“Damn it,” Goro muttered, sounding not at all concerned about Akira's gasping death throes, “Maybe the ghost chilli was being too bold.”
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Akechi learns how to cook.
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- Part 6 of Persona 5 Oneshots
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25 Feb 2026
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The bell rung above him, the last time for a long time—
"Huh... Kid, wait!" Sojiro held up a plain envelope from his stack. "This one's addressed to you." He flipped it around, squinting. "No return address, though."
He took the offered envelope, looking it over.
The handwriting…
Akira viciously smothered the hope, because it was impossible. No matter how similar it looked to case notes and essays seen in brief, upside-down flashes across the counter before his attention was drawn away by gloved hands wrapping around a coffee mug and the glint of wine eyes.
His heart beat a staccato rhythm against his chest despite himself, uncaring of how devastating this would be if he was wrong.
He slid his finger beneath the envelope's lip, gently tearing it open. Inside was a small piece of paper. It held one sentence, scrawled in blue ink.
'Hold onto my glove.'Series
- Part 3 of The Inherent Intimacy of Sleep
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25 Feb 2026