goro akechi.

semi-selective, canon-compliant rp blog. ic unifybullseye.

[acrowkechi]

🪶 bait, and switch . . .

#acrowkechi — semi-selective, generally canon-compliant indie persona 5 rp & ask blog.

penned by aurae. this is a sideblog, all follows & likes will come from my main. oc but not crossover friendly. no p5r spoiler tags.

🪶 interest check

rules & about mod below . . .

🪶 hi, i'm aurae. my main can be found here. i use it/its pronouns ooc, and i'm in the est timezone! here's just a general rundown of things to know.

🪶 i write. like, a lot. multi-paragraph length, usually. i don't mind shorter replies in return, but if you're one-lining me in either a starter ask or a reply, i'm probably gonna drop the thread or not reply to the ask.

🪶 i don't do nsfw at all. akechi is 17-18 and so am i & i hc him as ace because i am too. i will also not be interacting with blogs, therefore, that do a lot of nsfw stuff for my own comfort. when it comes to shipping, i'm honestly not too interested but that doesn't mean i'm completely averse. if i do romantic roleplay, it'll probably be more down-the-line.

🪶 i am avidly interested in psychology and i tend to talk a lot ic (because when i write akechi, he never shuts up) about his thought processes, some of which might be convoluted or unreliable. if what he really means doesn't make sense in what i'm writing ic, let me know, and i'll go through it ooc and explain.

🪶 speaking of, akechi suffers from an immense amount of trauma, i'm very unafraid to touch on those topics & delve into depth on how the things he went through affected him. if in-depth talks about mental illness or such are something that you don't want to see, let me know - we can do more lighthearted or silly things, but be careful when scrolling through my blog in general.

🪶 if you godmod, i'll block. you can check in with me ooc through dms if we can timeskip or if you can have akechi do little things, but, uh, i guess use your common sense or feel free to reach out to me if you're worried about that? i'm pretty chill & communication is key, so.

🪶 i'm cool with ocs, but i don't want to roleplay with characters from other verses because i'll probably be unfamiliar with your game. no offence! :)

🪶 border credits go to bonnieknowsbest on tumblr.

[electricea-arc]

Closed pre-plotted starter for @acrowkechi!

Since the move to Minato to be close to the physical rehabilitation center, one of many adjusts he'd had to make had been adjusting his daily schedule and his usual haunts. He'd been forced to start once more from square one - having to find a new favorite manga store, a new gym to exercise at and perhaps most importantly of all - a new ramen restaurant. Of course he would always long for the ramen back in Ogikubo but he tried to reassure himself - not so long ago, he had moved to Tokyo from Hokkaido and back then, he'd had to adjust - so he'd just have to try and adjust once more, now.

Plus, he'd been here maybe once or twice before and had been tentatively trying out the ramen - so far, he wasn't sure what to make of it - it wasn't bad, but perhaps he had to try more of it to get used to it - or maybe he just wanted to have some more ramen!

Entering the restaurant, he finally looked up from his phone as his eyes scanned the restaurant in search of a table - and what he found was something that surprised him most of all.

"Hey, is that...?"

[acrowkechi]

SOMETIMES THE best way to disguise yourself is to just hide in plain sight... Or, at least, that's exactly how Akechi sees it. The more suspicious you act, the more people will side-eye you - and the more confident you act, the less people will pay attention to you. If you act like you fit in and like you are meant to be there, people will automatically assume that you are. Ironically, fake it 'till you make it is a key tactic that Akechi has used throughout his life in order to keep up appearances.

People are happy with the shallow exteriors that you will show to them - as long as you keep up your performance and satisfy them with honeyed words, they are more than happy to turn the other way. Humans are easily satisfied, and once they know that 'nothing is wrong', they will no longer care.

Laying low all the time post his assumed 'death' will do nothing for him - and at this point, the media has long since given up understanding where the Detective Prince had gone, or what he was going to do after Shido's fall from power. So he has been left with the power to roam the streets as he pleases, without worrying too much about things like money. Akechi wasn't stupid - rage and his desire for vengeance had blinded him and turned him reckless, yes, but he had still had the foresight to pull a hefty sum of his money out of his bank account before the whole fiasco with Shido had gone down, and with a little bit of tweaking here and there, all the money had been deposited into a new account.

Paranoid that someone will somehow use that previous account's connection to try and use him? Absolutely. Is the idea still something that can happen? Still a 'yes'. But what Akechi knows now is that his money is his, and his alone. This means that he can spend it on trivial things like coffee shops in Kichijoji and ramen shops in Minato.

Truthfully, it was some sort of twist of fate, surely, that he would run into Ryuji on a day like this. He hadn't even known the other boy had moved to Minato after the Phantom Thieves had officially disbanded - Akechi didn't care to keep tabs on any of them. He had no reason to, and besides, he had much better things to do (like make sure nobody on the street recognized him and asked him for an autograph). Do something new had been the main motivation to come to a place like this - Akechi had realized after freeing himself from Shido's power that he had been left with a what next? sentiment. His goal, completed. Maruki, brought to justice (and now a taxi driver, how laughable, what a pathetic man) - so now, what does he do?

Indulge. Pathetically, like some sort of scoundrel rolling in sin, like someone who'd just won the lottery - uselessly spending his money on trivial things like ramen shops. He has fallen far. Or has he? Perhaps this is what 'living' is like. Akechi shouldn't feel guilty for spending money that he earned. Even if that money that he earned is covered in blood, just like his hands...

And those blood-covered hands are currently settled on chopsticks, carefully bringing a scoop of ramen halfway to his mouth when he notices Ryuji.

The noodles fall out of his grasp and fall back into the bowl with a plop, as Akechi stares, wordlessly, at the former Phantom Thief that has somehow found his way into the same room, same ramen shop, at the same time as him.

Fate is a bitch, to say the least. What does he do now? Invite Ryuji over? Pretend that he doesn't exist? Turn the other way? His chopsticks hang suspended in the air as he contemplates his next move. They've already acknowledged the fact that one another are here by noticing one another. If they pretend that they aren't here to one another, that'll make things more awkward. So, in a surprising turn of events, Akechi's gaze returns to Ryuji, and almost imperceptibly, he nods. An invitation. Come over, if you want.

[acrowkechi]

starter for @antishadowsuppressionunit

AKECHI IS familiar with this little coffee shop, tucked away in Kichijoji. It's a similar hidden gem to that of the jazz club - secluded, with a touch of calming music over the overhead speakers, and open until later in the night. The only people here tend to be older women and men who come to survey the streets. Akechi feels just like them, sometimes - seeing the world, disconnected by a glass pane, doomed to be a witness in the aftermath of their lives.

So young, yet he feels so hopeless. He is only at the tail end of his teenage years, but Akechi still can't shake the feeling that his life is over, sometimes. Perhaps it really is depression, he muses to himself, hands curled around a still-steaming cup of coffee, placed carefully in a saucer. Cream has been poured into his drink, turning the nearly-black colour into a milky brown, swirls of pitch-darkness still left.

Akechi picks up the spoon from the saucer and stirs it around, a singular packet of sugar emptied. He can feel the texture of the grains still unmelted at the bottom of the cup, so he spends an idle few minutes taking care of the rest of them before bringing the coffee to his mouth and taking a tentative sip. It's not steaming anymore, but it's still nearly too hot to tolerate, so the former detective places it down against the saucer once more.

The piano is gentle and sweet against his ears. This little shop feels like a moment in time that has been captured, preserved, eternally so. A second-hand book that Akechi had bought earlier the week, pages yellowed and worn by time, has a black bookmark slid carefully at the start of chapter 6, pushed out of the way of his coffee so that he does not accidentally get anything on it. Before, he rarely had the time to relax, spending his nights working until late and finding himself back in a shitty apartment that didn't feel like home.

In a way, disappearing had been the best thing that had ever happened to him. Besides, nobody is expecting him to still be alive, and in a place as secluded as this, it's even rarer that someone will recognize him. Staying cooped up all the time does horrid things for his levels of joy, after all. He is allowed the slightest bit of luxury after the utter shitshow he had been put through.

Akechi does not look up from his cup of coffee as the bell to the shop jingles lightly, signalling the entrance of another customer.

[antishadowsuppressionunit]

Entering the cozy lil shop, a blonde girl would approach the counter, requesting a simple, easy to make coffee. Nothing too fancy, and nothing too hard to make.

Akechi couldn’t quite place his finger on it, but there certainly an odd look to this girl’s attire. It looked almost like a school uniform, but not from Shujin.

The only thing of note that he could have made out from the brief conversation she had with the person at the counter from a name. ‘Aigis’.

After placing her order, she went over to a booth behind Akechi’s, staring out the glass window with an absent minded look.

[acrowkechi]

Akechi spares a glance back at her, and then looks back at the barista behind the counter. They certainly do make their drinks with a special kind of care. It is quite late, and why a girl in a school uniform would be out at this hour when there would be school tomorrow is none of his business. However, what piques his interest about the girl is not who she is or why she is here, but rather the strange fabric around her neck - no, not fabric. It seems to be connected to her, as if a part of her skin.

For a moment, Akechi's stomach drops. The design briefly reminds him of the interior of a certain palace - but that man is gone, and there is nothing to be worried of. He unclenches his hands from where he had been gripping the handle of his coffee cup, and decides that for once, he will initiate the tiring thing that is known to the masses as social interaction. After all, his curiosity can only be sated if he chases the answers he desires.

"If I might interject my opinion," he addresses her, despite the back of the booth separating the two of them. "It's quite late for someone attending school to be here at such an hour."

[antishadowsuppressionunit]

“Hm- oh.”

She looked at her own attire, a small noise of surprise at the assessment leaving her.

“I suppose it would be, if I were still attending school. I simply still wear the uniform every so often. That…is not normal?”

The girl seemed confused that wearing a school uniform even though they did not attend the school anymore was considered odd. How would it still even fit?

[acrowkechi]

Akechi takes a slow sip of his coffee, savouring the taste in his mouth before swallowing. "After I graduated," a lie, he never had the chance to - how hilarious, a star detective, former top student, now without his highschool diploma - "I stopped wearing my uniform. Do you not own any other clothes?" He inquires, porcelain cup making a small clink noise as it hits the saucer. Already, he has an idea of what is happening here. The idea feels far-fetched and like something out of a movie, but he has noticed a few things.

Obviously, there is the white 'fabric' that is attached to her face, and she wears gloves over her hands. Her speech is strangely formal, and her posture is too stiff. Even after working under Shido, Akechi had no clue that the government - or, perhaps, it's not the government, there is that sort of possibility too - was investing into making AI that lived within synthetic bodies. (How has nobody else noticed?)

[antishadowsuppressionunit]

“You have been the only one to inform me. I suppose some clothes shopping is required…”

Aigis gave a light, nervous laugh. Though it wasn’t as natural as a laugh should be. Not fully wrong, but not right either.

“I- had other clothes, but they are not in condition to be worn. An…accident with the dryer.”

It’s obvious she is certainly not used to being legitimately questioned on things like this, and that she has no responses planned out. Seriously, how did no one pick up on this?

[acrowkechi]

Has Akechi been reading too much science fiction, or has he correctly identified this girl to be a robot? Well, it's most likely the latter, but it never hurts to do some extra investigation. "Perhaps. Clothes are important part of self-expression."

He's quite fond of his newfound trench coat, and 'dark-academia' style of dress. Wearing something that is still somewhat formal, but more comfortable and more true to him than the Detective Prince was freeing. He's fond of his vests and ties, what can Akechi say?

"An accident with a dryer, though," he adds. "Is unfortunate."

It's punctuated by another sip of his coffee. (Classy, if he does say so himself.)

[acrowkechi]

starter for @antishadowsuppressionunit

AKECHI IS familiar with this little coffee shop, tucked away in Kichijoji. It's a similar hidden gem to that of the jazz club - secluded, with a touch of calming music over the overhead speakers, and open until later in the night. The only people here tend to be older women and men who come to survey the streets. Akechi feels just like them, sometimes - seeing the world, disconnected by a glass pane, doomed to be a witness in the aftermath of their lives.

So young, yet he feels so hopeless. He is only at the tail end of his teenage years, but Akechi still can't shake the feeling that his life is over, sometimes. Perhaps it really is depression, he muses to himself, hands curled around a still-steaming cup of coffee, placed carefully in a saucer. Cream has been poured into his drink, turning the nearly-black colour into a milky brown, swirls of pitch-darkness still left.

Akechi picks up the spoon from the saucer and stirs it around, a singular packet of sugar emptied. He can feel the texture of the grains still unmelted at the bottom of the cup, so he spends an idle few minutes taking care of the rest of them before bringing the coffee to his mouth and taking a tentative sip. It's not steaming anymore, but it's still nearly too hot to tolerate, so the former detective places it down against the saucer once more.

The piano is gentle and sweet against his ears. This little shop feels like a moment in time that has been captured, preserved, eternally so. A second-hand book that Akechi had bought earlier the week, pages yellowed and worn by time, has a black bookmark slid carefully at the start of chapter 6, pushed out of the way of his coffee so that he does not accidentally get anything on it. Before, he rarely had the time to relax, spending his nights working until late and finding himself back in a shitty apartment that didn't feel like home.

In a way, disappearing had been the best thing that had ever happened to him. Besides, nobody is expecting him to still be alive, and in a place as secluded as this, it's even rarer that someone will recognize him. Staying cooped up all the time does horrid things for his levels of joy, after all. He is allowed the slightest bit of luxury after the utter shitshow he had been put through.

Akechi does not look up from his cup of coffee as the bell to the shop jingles lightly, signalling the entrance of another customer.

[antishadowsuppressionunit]

Entering the cozy lil shop, a blonde girl would approach the counter, requesting a simple, easy to make coffee. Nothing too fancy, and nothing too hard to make.

Akechi couldn’t quite place his finger on it, but there certainly an odd look to this girl’s attire. It looked almost like a school uniform, but not from Shujin.

The only thing of note that he could have made out from the brief conversation she had with the person at the counter from a name. ‘Aigis’.

After placing her order, she went over to a booth behind Akechi’s, staring out the glass window with an absent minded look.

[acrowkechi]

Akechi spares a glance back at her, and then looks back at the barista behind the counter. They certainly do make their drinks with a special kind of care. It is quite late, and why a girl in a school uniform would be out at this hour when there would be school tomorrow is none of his business. However, what piques his interest about the girl is not who she is or why she is here, but rather the strange fabric around her neck - no, not fabric. It seems to be connected to her, as if a part of her skin.

For a moment, Akechi's stomach drops. The design briefly reminds him of the interior of a certain palace - but that man is gone, and there is nothing to be worried of. He unclenches his hands from where he had been gripping the handle of his coffee cup, and decides that for once, he will initiate the tiring thing that is known to the masses as social interaction. After all, his curiosity can only be sated if he chases the answers he desires.

"If I might interject my opinion," he addresses her, despite the back of the booth separating the two of them. "It's quite late for someone attending school to be here at such an hour."

[antishadowsuppressionunit]

“Hm- oh.”

She looked at her own attire, a small noise of surprise at the assessment leaving her.

“I suppose it would be, if I were still attending school. I simply still wear the uniform every so often. That…is not normal?”

The girl seemed confused that wearing a school uniform even though they did not attend the school anymore was considered odd. How would it still even fit?

[acrowkechi]

Akechi takes a slow sip of his coffee, savouring the taste in his mouth before swallowing. "After I graduated," a lie, he never had the chance to - how hilarious, a star detective, former top student, now without his highschool diploma - "I stopped wearing my uniform. Do you not own any other clothes?" He inquires, porcelain cup making a small clink noise as it hits the saucer. Already, he has an idea of what is happening here. The idea feels far-fetched and like something out of a movie, but he has noticed a few things.

Obviously, there is the white 'fabric' that is attached to her face, and she wears gloves over her hands. Her speech is strangely formal, and her posture is too stiff. Even after working under Shido, Akechi had no clue that the government - or, perhaps, it's not the government, there is that sort of possibility too - was investing into making AI that lived within synthetic bodies. (How has nobody else noticed?)

[acrowkechi]

starter for @antishadowsuppressionunit

AKECHI IS familiar with this little coffee shop, tucked away in Kichijoji. It's a similar hidden gem to that of the jazz club - secluded, with a touch of calming music over the overhead speakers, and open until later in the night. The only people here tend to be older women and men who come to survey the streets. Akechi feels just like them, sometimes - seeing the world, disconnected by a glass pane, doomed to be a witness in the aftermath of their lives.

So young, yet he feels so hopeless. He is only at the tail end of his teenage years, but Akechi still can't shake the feeling that his life is over, sometimes. Perhaps it really is depression, he muses to himself, hands curled around a still-steaming cup of coffee, placed carefully in a saucer. Cream has been poured into his drink, turning the nearly-black colour into a milky brown, swirls of pitch-darkness still left.

Akechi picks up the spoon from the saucer and stirs it around, a singular packet of sugar emptied. He can feel the texture of the grains still unmelted at the bottom of the cup, so he spends an idle few minutes taking care of the rest of them before bringing the coffee to his mouth and taking a tentative sip. It's not steaming anymore, but it's still nearly too hot to tolerate, so the former detective places it down against the saucer once more.

The piano is gentle and sweet against his ears. This little shop feels like a moment in time that has been captured, preserved, eternally so. A second-hand book that Akechi had bought earlier the week, pages yellowed and worn by time, has a black bookmark slid carefully at the start of chapter 6, pushed out of the way of his coffee so that he does not accidentally get anything on it. Before, he rarely had the time to relax, spending his nights working until late and finding himself back in a shitty apartment that didn't feel like home.

In a way, disappearing had been the best thing that had ever happened to him. Besides, nobody is expecting him to still be alive, and in a place as secluded as this, it's even rarer that someone will recognize him. Staying cooped up all the time does horrid things for his levels of joy, after all. He is allowed the slightest bit of luxury after the utter shitshow he had been put through.

Akechi does not look up from his cup of coffee as the bell to the shop jingles lightly, signalling the entrance of another customer.

[antishadowsuppressionunit]

Entering the cozy lil shop, a blonde girl would approach the counter, requesting a simple, easy to make coffee. Nothing too fancy, and nothing too hard to make.

Akechi couldn’t quite place his finger on it, but there certainly an odd look to this girl’s attire. It looked almost like a school uniform, but not from Shujin.

The only thing of note that he could have made out from the brief conversation she had with the person at the counter from a name. ‘Aigis’.

After placing her order, she went over to a booth behind Akechi’s, staring out the glass window with an absent minded look.

[acrowkechi]

Akechi spares a glance back at her, and then looks back at the barista behind the counter. They certainly do make their drinks with a special kind of care. It is quite late, and why a girl in a school uniform would be out at this hour when there would be school tomorrow is none of his business. However, what piques his interest about the girl is not who she is or why she is here, but rather the strange fabric around her neck - no, not fabric. It seems to be connected to her, as if a part of her skin.

For a moment, Akechi's stomach drops. The design briefly reminds him of the interior of a certain palace - but that man is gone, and there is nothing to be worried of. He unclenches his hands from where he had been gripping the handle of his coffee cup, and decides that for once, he will initiate the tiring thing that is known to the masses as social interaction. After all, his curiosity can only be sated if he chases the answers he desires.

"If I might interject my opinion," he addresses her, despite the back of the booth separating the two of them. "It's quite late for someone attending school to be here at such an hour."

[acrowkechi]

starter for @antishadowsuppressionunit

AKECHI IS familiar with this little coffee shop, tucked away in Kichijoji. It's a similar hidden gem to that of the jazz club - secluded, with a touch of calming music over the overhead speakers, and open until later in the night. The only people here tend to be older women and men who come to survey the streets. Akechi feels just like them, sometimes - seeing the world, disconnected by a glass pane, doomed to be a witness in the aftermath of their lives.

So young, yet he feels so hopeless. He is only at the tail end of his teenage years, but Akechi still can't shake the feeling that his life is over, sometimes. Perhaps it really is depression, he muses to himself, hands curled around a still-steaming cup of coffee, placed carefully in a saucer. Cream has been poured into his drink, turning the nearly-black colour into a milky brown, swirls of pitch-darkness still left.

Akechi picks up the spoon from the saucer and stirs it around, a singular packet of sugar emptied. He can feel the texture of the grains still unmelted at the bottom of the cup, so he spends an idle few minutes taking care of the rest of them before bringing the coffee to his mouth and taking a tentative sip. It's not steaming anymore, but it's still nearly too hot to tolerate, so the former detective places it down against the saucer once more.

The piano is gentle and sweet against his ears. This little shop feels like a moment in time that has been captured, preserved, eternally so. A second-hand book that Akechi had bought earlier the week, pages yellowed and worn by time, has a black bookmark slid carefully at the start of chapter 6, pushed out of the way of his coffee so that he does not accidentally get anything on it. Before, he rarely had the time to relax, spending his nights working until late and finding himself back in a shitty apartment that didn't feel like home.

In a way, disappearing had been the best thing that had ever happened to him. Besides, nobody is expecting him to still be alive, and in a place as secluded as this, it's even rarer that someone will recognize him. Staying cooped up all the time does horrid things for his levels of joy, after all. He is allowed the slightest bit of luxury after the utter shitshow he had been put through.

Akechi does not look up from his cup of coffee as the bell to the shop jingles lightly, signalling the entrance of another customer.

[acrowkechi]

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