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VIII. // goro akechi has only lived for eighteen and a half years, but in that short amount of time, he’s had three movie-esque moments where the whole world has stopped to let him really take someone in, process what’s just gone on and what he’ll do next. the first was when he saw his father, masayoshi shido, for the first time on relatively equal footing—the offering of a partnership, a knife concealed in his heart while he shook the man’s hand. the second was when the seemingly meek boy with glasses and messy raven hair spoke bluntly and almost indignantly in defense of the phantom thieves during a television interview goro had starred on, and goro had to titter it off while his brain fired on all cylinders to memorize each aspect of this boy’s face, later to learn his name and start a dialectic.
and now, the third arrives as he watches the only familiar face he’s seen in this hellish spiral of a city turn to him, deep grey eyes meeting his burgundy ones. he’s just thrown away the paltry bb gun whoever runs this city supplied him with, trudging into and out of his apartment with a kitchen knife in a secret interior pocket of his coat. he’s tempted to pull it out as his eyes widen, his brows turn down in rage, and his mouth contorts into a dreadful scowl. only one word claws its way out of his mouth, dripping with malice and venom.
“YOU.”
