Even in Akushimaâs days of being with the department he still had a routine a midst the chaos. These little daily routines brought him a sense of control. In the old days, Akushimaâs routine was determined by whether or not he had drunk himself to sleep the night before, if he truly had time for his morning schedule. Time decided if he could make himself a pot of coffee at home and tidy up around his small apartment. The apartment had been a small cheap thing that tended to clutter easily, but he did what he could. Akushima hadn't minded it really, the apartment was temporary, at least until he saved up enough for his forever home.
Then regardless of timing Akushima would tidy himself up as best he could and head out the door. On his way to the station he would usually pick up something to eat, though depending if he had slept in or not heâd forgo making coffee all together, instead adding it to what heâd pick up on the way.
From there Akushimaâs routine was relatively predictable.
Find out his next case, become caught up in said case, drink too much coffee, forget certain essentials such as food, and becoming a raging shouty asshole in the process.
Of course when it got to this point one of Akushimaâs coworkers would mother-hen him into eating something and sitting down for a while. After this Akushima would begin to be far more amiable, calming down enough to the point of easy jokes and banter with his unit. However these behaviors weren't always limited to the workplace, Akushima would often get so caught up in his cases that heâd become lost in them. His anxiety and overactive mind merely perpetuating the cycle. There would be nights where the only way to get his mind to stop swirling around with information enough for him to sleep, would be to muddle and mute it all with alcohol. It wasn't the best system but it worked.
looking back on it now he isnât quite sure how he managed it all. Thinking of who he used to be Akushima canât help but agree with those who said he was crazy.
Compared to those days Akushimaâs current routine was shockingly easy going.
The peacefulness of his current routine, though be it refreshing, still occasionally left him wondering if it was the right decision to retire. In a way he misses it, how there was always something he could fill his time with. Sure, Akushima had come to a peaceful understanding of all that had happened, but he kept running into moments where he didnât quite know what to do with himself. All he could do was try to find things to keep himself occupied.
Nowadays this morning routine would move as follows.
Every morning unless he forced himself to sleep in, he would wake up at 6 a.m. His internal clock not quite forgetting the days when Akushima worked with the police department.
After he'd pull himself out of bed, he'd carry out his ablutions and proceed to get dressed.
Once he was dressed he'd head downstairs.
Old habits are hard to die, so he would put on a pot of coffee.
As the coffee brewed Akushima would do a sweep of the house to see if there was any mes or clutter left over from the day before.
He'd tidy up soon, but first he'd put Sneaky into recharge. She didn't much care for the vacuum cleaner, for it would raise much more than just her hackles. So rather than dealing with her weapons systems going online, Akushima would put her into recharge for while he tidied up.
Yes, it was a bit annoying, but it was a typical issue with retired police issue allmates. Akushima was happier to have her there to watch his back, then to be alone in the old house.
During the first two years of his retirement Akushima completely renovated the place. Restoring not just the building itself but the furniture in it as well. The old house had been a good project to keep him busy. Something Akushima could do with his own two hands, and the sense of accomplishment he felt when he was finished. Well, that was more than worth the hard work. He had even picked up a few skills along the way, which wasn't so bad.
Compared to the rest of Midorijima his entire home was practically an antique, but it suit him just fine. The familiarity of the place, the memories of his childhood is contained in its walls, it all put Akushima at ease. Simply, it was home.
It wasn't uncommon for him to mull over the past while he cleaned. In fact it was as if his mind ran much more efficiently with part of his focus being on simple tasks.
Of course the regularity of the things that needed to be done would find Akushima finished with cleanup quiet quickly, and moving on.
At this point heâd wake Sneaky, and enjoy a cup of coffee while he checked his messages and talk his sister Nariko, overseas. Then Akushima would decide what he'd be doing that day.
During the weekdays he'd have breakfast at a small cafe he liked, but apart from that things tended to vary.
Sometimes Akushima would watch his sister Yoko's kids, sometimes he would just mill about the city, but most days heâd work on his various hobbies. With this he could keep moving foreword.
Though some of the pattern has changed the routine is still there.
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