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WWAAAAW IM SO HAPPY UR STILL DOING PERSONA STUFF, I JUST FINISHED P5R AND NOW IM DOING P4G AND FINDING UR ACC IS LIKE A GOLD MINE!!! ur masterlist made me JUMP!!!! most persona stuffs i find are from like 2018 :,)
anyone wanna do an event w me? i just realized i never celebrated my 100 and 200 followers and i'm almost at 300 now haha
i was thinking of doing a reactions event, where u send an ask detailing a scenario or asking a question but its formatted to look like you are directly asking the character u want included.
like
"for yusuke
[insert question/scenario]"
ig the difference of this compared to headcanons is that this is more dialogue-based. 🤗 lmk what u think!
ommgg your akechi fic was so well done yfhjuffjlobg
how long did that take 😭
wait really? 🥹 i was a bit insecure about that fic because i have been mulling over that idea for months, it was either that or the reincarnation trope, but the writing process itself was around a week (because i have work lol). i've been so burnt out from academic writing i honestly feel like creative writing is an old acquaintance i am reconnecting with.... glad that u liked it tho i am about to cry 🥲🥲🥲 but in a good way!
Word Count: 4.5k
Summary: Being given three chances to travel back in time, Akechi does everything he can to make sure you will not suffer such a tragic fate.
Note: i tried something..... dont expect too much from this fic if im being honest DHADSAHDAS
// April.
Akechi checks his reflection in the mirror, straightening his tie. He ensures that not only is he a model student by grades, but also by looks. Ever since getting his power and gaining a reputation of being the second coming of the detective prince, he has been carefully curating this image of him to the public. He decides to leave the restroom while checking his phone, 7:04 AM. Still a bit early, but he figures he could look around the school for private spots in case he needs to make a quick getaway.
He felt a light tap on his shoulder and he turned around, seeing an unfamiliar face. “Hi, I’m sorry. I am a new student, and I don’t know where my classroom is.” You give him a peek into the piece of paper containing your information, and he musters the fakest smile he could bring out at the moment.
“That’s also my classroom. Follow me.” Akechi quickly turns around, mentally shelving his plans on finding his hideout.
“My name is Y/N,” you offer the information without being asked. Akechi mentally scoffs, he has no use for your name but decides to indulge in the idle conversation anyway.
“I am Akechi.”
He continues walking, but then feels your hand tugging at his sleeve. He lightly recoiled but quickly tried to gather his composure, hoping that it was not noticeable.
“Like, the second detective prince?”
He lightly chuckles, wishing that you were not one of his fangirls. He cannot handle one of their antics this early in the morning. He nodded anyway.
“Cool!” You exclaimed while smiling at him. He was half expecting you to do something else, but other than that loud statement, you didn’t try to make a move on him. Huh. He can’t tell if he was a bit disappointed, because granted, he did think you were a bit pretty. He wouldn’t mind if you fawned over him a bit. He was quickly taken out of his thoughts by his phone vibrating in his pocket, his work phone.
He fake-coughed and pointed down the hallway, “Well, just go straight down that hallway, and it should be the last door on the right. If you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere I need to be.”
“Okay, see you later Akechi-san!”
As you walk past him, he feels an unfamiliar feeling in his chest, a nauseating feeling that makes him a bit nervous and warm. He takes a few deep breaths while mentally putting on his mask for his work, and finding a solitary corner to have a private conversation in.
// May.
Akechi had half a mind to just get up and leave. However, in the back of his mind he hears a voice lightly scolding him to be nice. And he also mentally slaps that part of him that is questioning why?
Akechi looks up at you, giving the fakest smile he could muster, while asking "What is it, Y/N?"
"Do you want to eat at this new place? I hear they have nice milkshakes."
Akechi wondered why you decided to go to him of all people. You should be aware that he is very busy, yes? He is a celebrity, a detective, and a student. On top of that, he manages to exceed everyone's expectations by not only being a top student, but also being a detective with a good track record while climbing the popularity polls. Where do you think you fit?
"I just thought you could use a break," you followed your previous statement. As if you answered the thoughts in his head, and Akechi almost thought you could hear him.
"I see, that's thoughtful." Akechi brought out his phone, as if to check his calendar, "...however, I don't have any free time today." He lied. The truth is, he feels this unfamiliar emotion brewing in his chest and stomach when he talks to you. He had a hunch what that was about, but he did not want to acknowledge it. At all.
"Ah, maybe next time then."
One of the students came running into the room, shouting that the professor is on their way to the classroom. You quickly returned to your seat, and Akechi thought to himself that this was the right choice. You do not need to be close to him, he is way too busy. He has grand dreams that need fulfilling.
He looks over to where you are, and he sees you doodling away in your notebook.
He feels a weight on his chest, as if he is longing for something he isn’t worthy of.
// June.
“Hello, Akechi-san.” He hears a voice greet him, and he quickly sits up. Shit. He got to school early, and was supposed to have a power nap for 10 minutes before the students came. Why the hell were you early as well?
“Woah. Calm down. It’s fine. Go take your nap.”
“Good morning, Y/N-san. Apologies. I had a long night.” Akechi started straightening his tie and adjusting his gloves. He usually did this on his own, and he mentally cursed himself because it seems his mask is slowly slipping around you. He stopped his fidgeting and decided to turn his charm on. “How are you this morning?”
He realized the segue may be too awkward, and whether you noticed his unease or not, you decided not to comment on it. “I am fine. Didn’t want to be at home so I went to school right away.”
“Ah, I see,” He realized how awkward this exchange was. He was debating whether or not to ask you about your home life, thinking that if you did not want to be there, you probably do not want it to be a topic of the conversation as well.
“My dad just came by our house this morning,” you started. You brought out a notebook from your bag. “We haven’t really talked in years.”
Akechi nodded, unable to say anything else. Fortunately, you continued. “He sucks. I kinda don’t like him.”
“I understand that feeling,” He says, a bit surprised that he is engaging actively in this conversation at all.
You gave him a smirk, “Dads kinda suck, don’t they?”
He gave you a light chuckle, “Yeah.” His dad was the devil.
“Oh, by the way, here.” You handed him an energy drink. “I don’t know if you’ll like it, but the vending machine gave me two and I do not want to have extreme palpitations right now.”
“I see, thank you.” Akechi gave you a smile, for real this time.
// July.
“Would you like to go to this new bakery that opened up?” A classmate of yours approached you, and Akechi gave a subtle side glance at him while pretending to be engrossed in the mathematical formula in front of him.
“No, not really,” you say coolly, and Akechi smirks at your response.
“Aww, come on. It could be a date.”
“That’s what I was afraid of.”
“Tch, you’re not even all that.” Your dejected classmate seemed to take the rejection personally.
“That’s harsh.” Akechi commented, returning your notes. The past few weeks, Akechi had been borrowing your notes when he had a hard time catching up in class due to the recent demand for him at work. Some sort of rapport has been built between the two of you at this point. Akechi was a quick learner, and you had complete notes. He could tutor you and you could tell him what he missed out on.
“I don’t really care for them. Don’t like bread.” You replied dismissively.
“And here I thought you would want to go with me, since I received a few vouchers for that same bakery.” Akechi dangled the mentioned papers in front of you.
“Oh.” You cleared your throat. “Well, bread can be fine sometimes.”
// August.
“What are you watching?” You asked as you plop down next to him. The both of you were staying over at Akechi’s apartment, planning to start on your project. Akechi told you that if there was ever a pair or group work and he was absent, you can tell the professor to put him in the same group as you. This made some of the Akechi fans in class jealous. However if you asked Akechi, it was to make things easier because the both of you are already talking anyway; you weren’t half-bad to talk to. But if you asked his subconscious, the inner him that manifested Robin Hood and Loki, they would tell you that he has an inkling of a soft spot for you.
But he would never say that out loud. Robin Hood and Loki were constantly on him, playing the angel and devil’s advocate when it came to his feelings for you.
“Featherman,” he answered briefly, as he brought out the textbooks.
“Woah, I never really got into them.” You started opening your notes, but wanted to hear more from him anyway, “Tell me about them.”
The both of you weren’t able to finish your project that afternoon, but you did end up getting a long-winded lecture on the Featherman series.
// September.
Ever since Akechi and you had that bakery hangout in July, he has been bringing you to places to sample their food. “I have to stay updated with the latest food trends,” he says. You never really understood why, but if he was paying every time, who were you to complain?
Also, it kind of feels like the both of you were on a date. Whether Akechi is aware or not, he doesn’t let it show.
// October.
“Hey, I think I love you.” You say to Akechi, one day as the both of you were checking out this new food stall that opened up near the school. Akechi almost spit out his drink.
“I’m sorry?” What do you even say to that?
“It’s okay. I don’t expect you to say anything back. I just wanted to get it out of the way because it has been keeping me awake at night. I keep imagining the both of us getting married. But don’t worry, it will probably fade away, but I hope we can still be friends.” You avoided meeting his eyes, as you received your food order.
Akechi held your wrist, a silent plea to look at him. You faced him, but quickly averted your eyes. Akechi leaned in to whisper, “Can you wait for me?”
“What?”
“I… have some things to do first. I will tell you my answer in December.”
“That’s oddly specific… But don’t feel like you have to reciprocate.”
Akechi stayed quiet. He could hear Robin Hood and Loki fighting.
“But sure,” Your voice cut through the noise, “I’ll wait.”
// November.
You feel Akechi staring at you. The both of you were hanging out at this new café, where the both of you became a regular. There was a paper due tomorrow, and the both of you decided to do it together. Akechi had been busy with work so he couldn’t exactly do it, while you were busy with… procrastinating.
“I know I’m cute, but maybe you’d like to get started on your paper.”
Akechi playfully rolled his eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Why were you looking at me then?”
“Just wondering.”
“About?”
“Your type.”
“My… what?”
“What do you look for in a relationship?”
That was surprising. But at the same time, not really? Ever since you confessed your feelings, the question of where you stand was all up in the air. However, Akechi did not avoid you, in fact he became even clingier, making you and everyone else confused about the nature of your relationship. He did not exactly reject you, but he was treating you like… you were something more?
Although he did say he would say his answer in December, and if he was waiting this long, then it should be good news, right?
“I guess… I like someone I can be comfortable with.”
“...Isn’t that a given in a relationship?”
“Yeah… But like, someone who can be a safe space for me? Like I don’t feel like I have to hide from. I could bare the ugliest parts about myself and they wouldn’t run away. Someone who’s fine with my silence, when there are times I just want to… exist.”
Akechi nodded. His face was unreadable at the moment, and it made you question if you answered correctly.
“I want that, too.”
// December 11.
“Hey, I am going to need to cancel tomorrow.” Akechi asked you, and you raised your eyebrows at him.
“Why?”
“I have important business to do, so I can’t go to the café tomorrow.”
“More important than me?” You joke.
Akechi felt himself frowning at that. You notice, and were about to say something but he cut you off, “After this… We can do whatever you want. I promise.”
“Oh, I was just kidding…”
“I’m not. After this, you can…” have me, he was about to say but he was cut off by the ping from his laptop and the room suddenly felt a few degrees hotter so he decided to go check on the email he received instead.
Unbeknownst to him, he left his work phone on the couch cushion, where you see the ominous notification, “Finish them, or else.”
You felt a ringing in your ears that had your heart rate speeding up. Goro… what’s going on?
// December 12.
As Akechi approaches the Diet Building, he searches for a secluded area where he can enter the palace from. A few meters behind, you were following him, trying to remain hidden. You were half thankful that he seemed to not notice, but at the same time you were nervous. Did he really not notice you? If he wasn’t able to discern you from the crowd of people, he might be so lost in his thoughts.
He needed you to save him.
You saw him whispering a few words you couldn’t make out, and all of a sudden, your environment changed. Feeling extreme dizziness, you reached your hand out to hold on to something. You almost fell upon realizing the electric pole that was next to you suddenly turned into a railing, and…
Holy shit, is the ocean? How?! You were in front of the Diet Building!
You were frantically looking around, and realized that instead of Akechi, a white figure was seen entering the building.
Was that him?
You once again try to trail him, covering your tracks.
/./
“The real fools… are you guys. You should have just abandoned me here a long time ago.”
You heard Akechi’s voice while you were crawling through the vents. It means you are nearing his location. You accidentally lost him when you saw another group of people in weird getups. You also tried avoiding the menacing figures that seemed to transform when approached. The idea of monsters being real and people in costumes fighting them… It reminded you of the Featherman series that Akechi loved so much.
“You would have all perished… if you had tried to face these with me weighing you down…”
As you zero in on his location, you carefully open the vent to avoid beeing seen. You were faced with multiple monsters surrounding… Akechi and a black figure?! There was also a giant wall effectively cutting off one side of the room. You bring out the bat that you stole from the sports club. It was a bit worn-out, but it should help you against these people, right?
“Akechi!”
The black-masked figure’s head whipped towards the direction of your voice. You saw the surprise in his body movement, suddenly standing upright, but quickly clutching his stomach, clearly in pain.
“Y/N?! What are you doing here?! Leave!”
The uncanny Akechi also faces you, sporting a creepy grin on his face that does not represent your Akechi at all.
“So this is the toy you were messing around with. The captain was concerned that you were too distracted to finish the mission. Turns out they have been keeping you busy.”
Black-mask Akechi tried to summon his Persona with what little strength he had to eradicate the Shadows surrounding him. Uncanny Akechi managed to dodge out of the way in time, and suddenly it’s just the three of you. With all the strength you could muster, you dashed straight to your mask-wearing Akechi while shakily wielding your bat. “Stay away from him!”
“Y/N, you idiot! I told you to wait at home!”
“How cute.” Uncanny Akechi raises his gun at the both of you. “Too bad you’re about to die.”
With the adrenaline you have in your blood, you tackled uncanny Akechi, knocking the gun out of his hands. He chuckled, and with the snap of his fingers, a Shadow appeared behind you and you suddenly felt a piercing pain in your chest. As you looked down, the blood was already pooling around your figure.
“You-!?” Black-mask Akechi once again tries summoning his Persona, but when he feels the embers of his power fading away due to his weakened state, he sees the gun that was three inches away from his feet. He quickly grabbed it and used it three times on his clone, and two shots to the Shadow’s weak spot, it was gone.
“Y/N, here drink this.” Akechi sees the last two energy drinks he has in his inventory, and brings it closer to your lips.
“Akechi, as much as energy drinks can help you go through the day with no sleep, I don’t think it can heal this.” You chuckled weakly, Akechi shook his head.
“Just listen to me, you fucking idiot. Drink it. It won’t heal you completely, but it should be just enough to get us out of here and contact a private doctor.”
“Akechi, I am so glad I won’t be dying alone.” You say as Akechi brings the drink to your lips, you drank a little bit.
“You’re not dying. I won’t let it happen. You said you were going to marry me right?” Akechi started ripping out some of his clothes to sloppily bandage up your wounds.
“Aww… I knew you secretly found me cute.” You once again tried to lighten the mood, but it seemed to make Akechi more glum.
“Hold on to my neck, I will carry you out of here.”
“I am tired, Akechi.”
“It’s just a few minutes, and then we can go home and watch whatever you want.”
“That sounds nice.”
“Right? Listen to me then.”
“I am cold, Akechi.”
“You will feel warmer once I hold you.” As Akechi places a hand to support your head and legs, you shove him off. Akechi was confused, why are you resisting?
“Akechi, do you love me?”
“Are you seriously asking that right now?! We need to get out.”
“Do you love me?”
“Just listen to me and I will answer that question.”
“It’s December. Do you love me, Akechi?”
“YES! I love you, now please let me carry you out of here.”
“I’m so happy.”
“You…” Akechi once again tried to carry you, and luckily you did not try to resist this time. You nuzzled your face into his neck, and Akechi can’t help but lean into your touch. After leaving the palace, Akechi had contacted the private doctor. You were getting treatment while he got patched up for his injuries. After his bandages, he stood outside the room, praying, talking to whatever god or higher being is out there.
I never asked for much. I just hope they’re okay.
“Is that what you want?” A deep voice asked him, and he opened his eyes that he unknowingly closed. Suddenly, a blurry figure stood in front of him, and everything was bright white, even brighter than the incandescent lighting in the small clinic he was in.
“Who are you?”
“Let’s just say… I am the god who will be answering your prayers. I can grant you this chance. Three tries.”
“Three tries? For what?”
“To redo it. You get to choose where you go back to.”
// December 11 again.
“Hey. Can you go to the café a little earlier tomorrow?” Akechi brought it up, while having dinner with you. He was back to the past, like what that god said. So this is his chance to change whatever bleak future was coming up.
Knowing what’s going to happen in the palace, he knew what to do, and what not to do, to avoid you getting hurt. He just needed you to wait for him at the café, and not follow him.
“Oh, why?” You asked, your doe eyes staring up at him. He had to fight the blush he felt creeping up his cheeks.
“I just need to finish up a few things at the office, and I was thinking you could order in advance for the both of us.”
“I mean, we can cancel if you want?”
No, that was what happened the first time. He was not making that same mistake again.
“No, no. Just get there by 6 pm and I will follow.” You tried not to comment on the slight panic in his voice and just nodded. You hear a ping from his laptop, and the sound made it felt like you were experiencing déjà vu. You felt the vibration of the phone he left in between the couch cushions, and you had the inclination to check on it.
Seeing the ominous notification, you decided to ignore his suggestion on getting to the café earlier and instead follow him.
Akechi once again had to experience the pain of carrying your limp body out of the palace.
// December 11 once again.
Akechi was thinking of ways to get you to stop following him. You were on your way to his apartment, to have dinner with him as the both of you planned before all this craziness. As you knocked on his door, he quickly opened it, no longer needing to check the camera as he has been over this scenario multiple times.
“Oh, hey!” You greeted happily, with Akechi stepping aside to let you in.
He thought that maybe you should initiate the conversation about the supposed café date you will have tomorrow, maybe that will change the fates.
“How are you today?” You asked sweetly, shedding yourself of the coat and hat you were wearing.
“Fine,” Akechi answered simply, calculating his next steps. What will convince you to stay away?
You didn’t comment on his short reply, as he has a tendency to be precise with his answer when he has a lot on his mind. Maybe work was taking a toll on him.
“Oh, by the way, about the café tomorrow…” You started.
“We should stop this.”
“Stop what?”
Akechi steels himself. If asking you to distance yourself won’t work, then maybe he should distance himself.
You furrowed your eyebrows.
“I have a bright future ahead of me. I am a celebrity detective with straight A’s, who knows where that will take me. Whatever this is, we will just end up getting hurt.” Akechi felt the words coming out of his mouth, secretly spouting out some long-buried insecurities and fears he has had ever since the two of you started getting closer.
“Well, when there’s a will, there’s a way, right?”
“And if I don’t want to?”
“You’re lying to yourself.”
“How can you be certain? If only you knew the real me-”
“I already know the real you. You put on an act, this charming celebrity act, but the truth is all you want is someone who can see past it and be acknowledged for everything you have done. I accept you, Akechi, and I love you. If you would just stop pushing me awa-”
“Enough. I don’t care for this.”
“You-”
“Just leave.”
“You are so afraid of anything real, that when you are faced with it, your first reaction is to turn away. I am telling you-”
“Oh please. Once you learn about the real me, you would run away screaming.”
“What is this ‘real me’ even? Why don’t you tell me about it so I can judge for myself?!”
“I-” He hears the familiar ping of his laptop once again. “I’m busy. Just leave.”
“Fine. Be that way.” You were about to turn about to leave, but faced him once again: “If we see eachother next time, I hope you don’t look my way. Please leave me alone, I never want to see you again.”
You slam the door behind you.
Akechi fell to his knees, clutching his chest. He feels something wet touch his cheek and fall onto the floor.
Behind the door, you know that there is something wrong. You made a plan to follow him tomorrow. He was being irrational, and that meant he was worried about something.
And as you ended up bleeding once again on the floor of the engine room, Akechi was once again brought to the bright room with the unknown god.
“Why isn’t anything changing!?” He was about to punch the smug god in his face, but he missed, falling face-first instead.
The god chuckled. “There is never a Y/N who stays at home because there is never a Y/N that does not love Akechi in this lifetime.”
// April.
Akechi checks his reflection in the mirror, straightening his tie. He ensures that not only is he a model student by grades, but also by looks. Ever since getting his power and gaining a reputation of being the second coming of the detective prince, he has been carefully curating this image of him to the public. He decides to leave the restroom while checking his phone, 7:04 AM. Still a bit early, but he figures he could look around the school for private spots in case he needs to make a quick getaway.
He felt a light tap on his shoulder and he turned around, seeing an unfamiliar face. “Hi, I’m sorry. I am a new student, and I don’t know where my classroom is.” You give him a peek into the piece of paper containing your information, and he musters the fakest smile he could bring out at the moment.
“Sorry, I can’t help you.”
// May.
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// June.
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// December 12, for the last time.
As Akechi lays down on the cold, hard ground of the engine room, he mentally curses himself. They say that when you are dying, the last minutes of your life play a fast-paced montage of your memories. He scoffed at the idea then, but now as he is left drowning in his own blood, all he could think about was you.
He curses at the gods above, that one who gave him the power to play with the threads of fate. What was the point of allowing him to pursue different timelines, if he ended up without you at all?
He met you, too little, too late. Maybe that was their plan, to dangle a what if in his face just to end up taking it from him. A cruel joke, and all he could do was laugh bitterly.
That night, you find yourself hanging out with your friends and visiting the café. It was your first time here, but it had an air of familiarity around it. As you sit down, you feel an emptiness settle in your chest, as if something was ripped out of you.
