Admin: Any theory involving Goro being alive after the events of Persona 5/5R are immediate favorites on my end, but there’s one particular one that I found semi-recently. I don’t remember where I found it, unfortunately, but I’ll explain the main points as best I can. They started by bringing up how Morgana says in the original game how he was able to stay in existence because the Phantom Thieves didn’t forget him and felt he belonged with them. And then they immediately connected it to Royal and how Ren, and you as the player, make the conscious choice of whether or not you want to keep your promise to Goro. By saying you won’t forget your promise, you’re essentially giving him a place to exist in the world.
It’s honestly the sweetest thing and makes the Akeshu fangirl in me squeal. In my headcanon, Ren never stops thinking about Goro, to begin with. He thinks about him daily. The fact that this can be interpreted as a reason Goro is alive is so precious and I love it.
Edit: Thanks to @koshkathecat for linking me to the post I was talking about in this post! The link is https://elaiinethedeer.tumblr.com/post/616940098102116352/persona-5-and-persona-5-royal-spoilers-yes-its and it’s worth the read.
PERSONA 5 AND PERSONA 5 ROYAL SPOILERS
(yes, it's another Akechi post, because I can talk about him and p5 for hours. so what)
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Day 5: Favorite Anthology Chapter//Favorite Funny Moment (This is a day VERY late because as I was going to post it my USB drive decided to eat and destroy my file. I managed to salvage most of it today thankfully though, so enjoy!)
Akira just won’t let Akechi live down the takoyaki incident.
He’s done it so often that by now Akechi’s come to expect it. He doesn’t even look up from his book as the other boy sets down a plate of curry before him and places a bottle of chili oil beside it, smirking. “Because I know you like it hot.”
Akechi refuses to dignify that with a response immediately, settling for just taking a bite. It’s good; the various spices well-balanced. He’s getting better. At least he has the decency not to ruin a perfectly good dish with his ridiculousness. Ignoring Akira’s expectant stare, Akechi takes his time tasting the dish. It pairs quite nicely with his coffee, almost irritatingly so. It takes him a not insignificant amount of self-control to avoid inhaling the dish. That’ll teach him to skip lunch.
He clears his plate shortly after, to Akira’s pleasure, and pushes the plate to the side to bring his mug close. “I have a perfectly reasonable tolerance for spice, I’ll have you know.”
Akira nods his agreement, but his raised eyebrow and smirk say otherwise. “I’m sure.”
Akechi can’t help but defend himself. “That…monstrosity was anything but tolerable. You wouldn’t be so smug if you’d tried it.”
“Is that so?” Akira grins, “But then I wouldn’t have had the absolutely brilliant opportunity of witnessing your expressions that day.”
The detective stares at him, unimpressed, “And what a waste that would’ve been, I’m sure.”
The other boy nods emphatically, “It would’ve.”
They chat for a while longer about nothing, then Akechi takes his leave. “Thank you, as always, for both the coffee and the conversation. I hope you’ll indulge me again soon.”
He’s nearly forgotten the exchange by the time he comes back a week later. And what a hectic week it’s been, juggling cases and finals among other things. He finds himself stretched so thin that he’s actually somewhat envious of Sae-san, who can at least focus all her attention solely on work. However, no sooner has he opened the door, the bell still jingling, than he finds Akira placing a covered dish on the counter, looking at Akechi with a mischievous glint in his eye.
The young detective sits down before him, placing his briefcase on the counter. “Well now, that’s a dangerous look. What’s this?”
Akira uncovers the dish with a flourish, and Akechi stares down at it, frowning. “You have got to be kidding.”
“Not at all.”
“How did you even learn to make this?”
“I got the girl who runs the school newspaper to track down the recipe the class used. It took a few tries, but you can see I’ve gotten the hang of it. The infamous Russian Takoyaki, done properly this time.”
Akechi’s frown deepens. They certainly look like takoyaki, deceptive in their plainness. “But then which is the spicy one? They all look the same. I distinctly remember mine looking…quite different from the others, last time.” He grimaces at the memory.
Akira grins, “Now, where’s the fun in that? Russian roulette is boring if you know which chamber holds the bullet.”
Akechi raises an eyebrow, “But you do know where it is. You’re the one who plated these, are you not?”
The other boy shakes his head. “I had Boss do it for me, I honestly have no idea which one it is.”
Akechi stares at him, trying to determine if he’s lying. He doesn’t seem to be, but still. “No.”
Akira crosses his arms, shifting his weight to one side. “Coward.”
“Certainly not. I simply care to retain my sense of taste.”
He pouts. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Not for a minute.”
He grows serious. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
At that, Akechi leans forward, interested. “Oh? And how would you propose to do that?”
“A question.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Akira leans in as well, placing his elbows on the counter. “If you bite the bullet, figuratively of course, I’ll answer one question from you. Any question you’d like. With full honesty.”
Akechi conceals any reaction. “Is that so?”
Akira nods. “It’s a win-win. You either leave with your taste buds intact or with additional information of your choosing. What do you say?”
The detective stares at him a moment. It’s obvious he’s quite serious about the whole thing.
He shrugs. “Why not? There seem to be no downsides for me.”
The other boy grins, taking the dish in his hands and extending it toward Akechi. “Well then, let us start the game.”
Akechi takes one of the balls of dough, staring at it blankly. He’s honestly not sure whether to will it to be normal, or hope it’s the spicy one. As awful as the prior experience was, the opportunity to ask any question to the other boy….with a guarantee of an honest answer? He’d be a fool to pass that up. He pops the takoyaki into his mouth and bites into it gingerly. It’s plain. He breathes a sigh of relief reflexively.
Akira laughs at him before scooping up a piece of his own and popping it into his mouth. He chews for a minute then swallows, grinning. “Two down.”
Akechi steels himself and takes another, eating it more quickly than the last. Another blank. He finds himself feeling a mixture of relief and regret. He watches as Akira pops another takoyaki in his mouth.
The instant the other boy bites into it, Akechi can tell it’s the spicy one. To his credit, Akira’s expression doesn’t change. The only indication that something is wrong is that he pauses in his chewing for just a moment, resuming slightly more gingerly. Well, that and the fact that tears are running down his face as if someone has turned a faucet on him.
The detective can’t help but burst out laughing. “It seems we’ve found the bullet.”
Akira swallows delicately, trying not to grimace as he works the remains of the takoyaki out of his teeth. The longer he stands there the hotter the fire now burning in his mouth grows. Losing his composure, he slams his hand down onto the counter, panting. God, how did Akechi even have the ability to form coherent words after eating this? He struggles to force sound out between gritted teeth, “-cuse…m-mm…me.”
He turns and walks more quickly than he’d like to the refrigerator, grabbing the carton of milk and chugging. He’ll have to buy a new one for Boss before the store opens tomorrow, but can’t bring himself to care. The relief is instant, but it can’t completely block out the blaze. At least it’s made it more manageable. His ability to think somewhat restored, Akira walks back out to the shop.
Akechi manages to curb his laughter for the most part, but his shoulders still shake slightly. “I see what you mean now. You did make the most amusing expressions I believe I’ve ever seen. Thank you for that.”
The other boy looks at him and grins, “Anytime. So about my question.”
Akechi freezes. “I don’t remember agreeing to that.”
Akira looks at him pitifully, playing it up. “So you won’t, then? How unfair.”
Akechi thinks on it. It’s not as though they have anything on the case that Akira doesn’t already know, and as for everything else….well, he can just lie, if need be. He sighs. “Fine. But I can’t imagine what you could possibly want to ask me.”
“Do you like me?”
Whatever he’d been expecting, it certainly wasn’t that. “Of course. As I’ve said before, you’re very interesting to me and I-“
“That isn’t what I mean.”
“Then what do you…” but Akechi is suddenly aware of just how close Akira’s gotten. “Oh.” Having leaned in again, Akira has once more put them just inches apart. However, it seems to have a much different significance this time. A blush colors Akechi’s cheeks as he resists the impulse to draw back. He looks at Akira. The other boy’s gaze is so intense that Akechi finds himself avoiding it as he answers. “I...suppose I do, yes. In that way as well.”
Akira is silent. Akechi can’t quite bring himself to look and see what type of reaction his response has elicited. They stay like that a moment, then Akira breaks the silence.
“Can I kiss you?”
Akechi freezes, a pool of warmth forming low in his stomach at the question. He remains still, refusing to back away and continuing to avoid Akira’s gaze. He simply nods.
It’s soft, and more gentle than Akechi would have imagined from the other boy. Upon seeing his consent, Akira had cupped the back of Akechi’s neck, sliding his hand up and grasping the other boy’s hair as he closed the distance between them. They kissed like that for just a moment before Akira broke away, taking a step back and playing with his bangs nervously.
Akechi is silent a moment, processing. He brings his fingers up to his lips, touching them curiously. He can feel a slight tingling on them from the heat of the spices in the takoyaki. It’s not entirely unpleasant. Looking for something to break the silence, Akechi says the first thing that enters his mind. “That was two questions.”
Akira laughs at that, a smile lighting his face. “You’re right. I’m not sorry about that though.”
Akechi mirrors his smile, cheeks flushing pink. “No, I suppose I’m not either.”
They stay like that for a bit, simply drinking in one another’s company. Eventually, Akechi breaks the silence once more. “Unfortunately, I believe it’s time for me to make my exit. The trains will be shutting down shortly.”
Akira takes his coffee mug from earlier, reaching out with his free hand to take a strand of the young detective’s hair between his fingers, twirling it absently. “You could stay.”
Akechi chuckles lightly, “Another time, perhaps. But thank you.”
Akira tucks the strand of hair back behind the detective’s ear before standing upright again. “Goodnight, Akechi.”
As he rides the train back home, Akechi can’t help but smile and think on the school festival and its Russian takoyaki a bit more fondly. Perhaps it had its benefits after all.
Day 1: favorite scene // the scene you look forward to most in the anime
Don’t know about everyone else but i’m looking forward to this scene because its probably not gonna happen because… i don’t know i just liked it. I’m definitely not good with words ><
I do not have the original post ‘cause i would’ve linked it
