Thank you all for participating in this year's Shinkane Week and moreover, for celebrating this ship with us for the past 10 years of this blog's inception.
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Shinya Kogami’s character evolution across the Psycho-Pass series and movies, with a focus on how his development might affect thoughts of relationships or marriage:
Visualizing Kogami leaving an untraceable call to Akane when he left via boat from Japan.
Here's to answer a question left hanging on the ask section for awhile. As I've mentioned, I no longer answer Ask directly. But all thoughts/opinions are welcome 🤗
And yes, when there's available time I will try to engage in a conversation with my famdom (family fandom) in Psycho Pass 😘
So let's dive in...
Season 1 (2012)
Role: Enforcer under Akane Tsunemori
State of Mind:
Deeply obsessed with vengeance for his fallen partner, Sasayama.
Emotionally detached, though shows respect and camaraderie with Akane.
Views himself as expendable in the pursuit of justice.
Marriage Thoughts:
Highly unlikely—he’s consumed by revenge and moral conflict.
Psycho-Pass: The Movie (2015)
Role: Operative working with Southeast Asian rebels
State of Mind:
Living in exile, seemingly at peace with his outlaw status.
More emotionally open, especially in his reunion with Akane.
Shows growth and self-awareness, moving away from pure vengeance.
Marriage Thoughts:
More plausible—he’s mellowed slightly and seems more grounded, but still sees himself as someone who doesn't belong in society.
Sinners of the System Case 3: On the Other Side of Love and Hate (2019)
Role: Mentor to Frederica Hanashiro and moral guide to young soldiers
State of Mind:
Reflective, wiser, and trying to prevent others from making his mistakes.
Demonstrates empathy and moral clarity.
Marriage Thoughts:
Possibly. He’s no longer driven solely by justice or revenge. This version of Kogami seems more capable of forming a meaningful, long-term connection.
Season 3 (2019)
Role: Operative working with the Suppressing Action Department
State of Mind:
Confident, reserved, and focused on dismantling deeper corruption.
Works behind the scenes with Akane, showing a deep trust and understanding.
Marriage Thoughts:
Still unlikely, but his capacity for emotional connection is clear—especially toward Akane, suggesting a potential, if unspoken, bond.
In My Opinion:
My thoughts, your thoughts, anyone's thoughts?
Kogami grows from a vengeance-driven enforcer to a more contemplative, morally grounded man. While he never expresses interest in marriage, his evolution hints that he could consider it—if he ever found peace or a life beyond the system. His connection with Akane remains the most emotionally significant relationship, and some fans interpret it as an unspoken love story.
screaming crying throwing up abt mitski and psycho pass
I Don't Smoke by Mitski is LITERALLY Akane with Kogami. "I dont smoke, except for when I'm missing you" I mean COME ON AAGFDSJKHDSJHSGLFDBC HJKLSD.FGXHBC,.
You can't walk with the weight of the world
You can't talk if your choking yourself
You've got to know when to ask for help or just let go
You're not alone
Summary: In their line of work, certain sacrifices are always to be expected. That doesn't make preparing for them any easier.
A/N: Written for @shinkaneweek Day 2: timely preparation for future eventualities.
c/w for discussions of death and grief. Further author's notes can be found on AO3.
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It was a beautiful night. Kogami was back from a mission, letting them pass an evening cooking and working on separate casework, before Akane abandoned her chair in favor of slouching over his shoulders, her whole body jostling from his soft chuckles as she leaned against his back.
Now they were on the couch, her legs draped over his, reading different books and occasionally breaking the silence to read out a quote, whether it was striking or ridiculous or funny. Her heartbeat was steady, calm, matching the rhythm of his thumb as he drew arcs along the inside of her bare ankle. The soft light of the floor lamp was all that illuminated their books, letting the rest of the apartment be washed by the silvery moon and bright neon lights of the city.
It was domestic, comfortable, perfect. Akane hated to ruin it.
She gave herself until the end of her chapter, then slid her bookmark into place and slowly shut her book. She felt the weight of Kogami’s eyes flickering towards her, even though she was looking away to set the book aside. But he didn’t say anything, simply slid his own bookmark into place and placed the book on the coffee table, before turning his focus completely on her. A silent signal that he was ready.
“Um…Kogami-san.”
“Yes, Inspector?”
She grimaced at the teasing note in his response. “Shinya.”
“Yes, Akane?”
“I, ah…I’ve been assigned a new case.” His brows furrowed, but again, he didn’t say anything. “My assignment comes straight from Kasei.”
Now those brows raised, but still no response. “It’s…known to be dangerous. The Division assigned to it lost one of their Inspectors, so—”
“No.”
There was nothing light in Kogami’s voice now. It was all steel, perfectly matching the sharp edge of his gray gaze. Akane flinched, as though she could feel the edge of his words, but she powered through. “I wanted to tell you, in case something happens to me—”
“Akane, no.”
“I’ve set my journal to respond to your fingerprint—”
“Akane—”
“—and all of my most important codes and passwords will be in there, behind some other—”
“Stop it—”
“—I’m sure you’ll be able to find your way around—”
“Stop!”
The barked word seemed to echo around the room and bounce between the couple as they stared, wide-eyed, at each other. “Stop,” Kogami repeated, voice softer with appeal. “Don’t tell me you’re planning on…on…”
“It’s not like I’ll have much say in the matter,” Akane muttered with a humorless scoff. “I’m not sure how closely you’ve been following the new reports, but his victims don’t exactly volunteer.”
“You’ve survived worse cases. You’ve outwitted smarter murderers. You fought and you won.” He met her gaze and held it, his glinting eyes cutting straight through her walls as quickly and efficiently as ever. “You’re going to keep fighting, right?”
Indignation sparked up Akane’s spine and lifted her chin. “Of course I am.”
“Then what’s with the preparations?”
“There is more than one way to be prepared.” A wry grin pulled at her lips. “I’m not in the interest of leaving you with nothing more than a note this time.”
Her words were closely followed by a small yelp of surprise from a sudden pinch at her ankle. “Good,” Kogami huffed, fingers already soothing her reddened skin. “But I’d rather you didn’t leave me at all.”
“Now now,” Akane tutted, scooting closer until she could rest her chin on his shoulder, “don’t be greedy.”
“Why not?” He gently shrugged her away and turned to face her again. “You already know I’m selfish. Why shouldn’t I want more of the one good thing in my life?”
Kogami always loved to play at being cold and collected, only ever showing the spark remaining in him when caught in combat. He let down those walls around her, but she was still unprepared for his sudden, simple, achingly-vulnerable statements of his love for her. “You have your team,” she protested weakly. Her fingers ran through his messy hair, brushing it out of his face in a well-worn gesture. “You have Tenzing, somewhere in the world. You have others who care about you.”
“Not like you.”
“Not like me,” she relented. Her hand drifted from his hair to rest against his cheek. “You’re listed as my next of kin, so…if anything does happen”—her fingers lightly pressed to his lips, holding back his protests—“you’ll gain possession of my things, apart from a few things I’ll leave for some others.” It was her turn to let a teasing note slip into her words, despite the morbid topic. “Think of it as my way of paying it forward. I had to clean up your things, so it’s only fair for you to return the favor, don’t you think?”
“Oh, you think you’re so funny.”
“A little bit, yeah.” She was ready for his nip at her fingers, though she couldn’t help giggling at the glancing pressure.
He caught her hand before she could pull it away, weaving their fingers together and staring intently at all the lines where their skin met. Then, he murmured, “Me, too.”
“Hm?”
“You’re my next of kin, too.” When he looked up at her, his expression was newly-solemn. “You and Gino. Though unlike you, I’m not planning on making either of you face those responsibilities for a while, so…wish me luck.”
Akane simply hummed in response before snuggling in closer and nuzzling into the curve of his neck. When he spoke again, she felt more than heard his soft words. “...I don’t know if I could survive it.”
“Hm?”
“Grieving you.” Akane fell still, but she didn’t pull away, letting him wrap his arms tighter around her. “Sometimes I…I think I’ve grown numb to grief, after everyone we’ve lost. But then I imagine grieving you, and I…” A slow breath shook out of him before he could continue. “I feel hopeless just imagining it, Akane. You’re the color in my life, and I…I can’t go back to black and white.”
“Well, I’ve already grieved you once,” Akane murmured, words slightly muffled in his skin. “I don’t think I could survive grieving you again.”
“Hm…that’s no good. We both have to die eventually.”
“Maybe we’ll just have to go together…in a grand, fiery explosion!”
“An explosion? Haven’t we had enough excitement in life? Can’t we go peacefully in our sleep, holding each other?”
“My goodness, you’re such a romantic.” Laughing, Akane pulled back just enough to press a sweet kiss to his cheek. “Like you’d ever get tired of excitement.”
He grinned when their eyes met, a warm, fond little thing, only to melt away the longer he stared at her. “Promise me you’ll fight to live,” he suddenly murmured, hand rising to her cheek. “I want more time with you.”
“Of course I will. These are just precautions, Shinya, nothing more. I promise.”
“Good.”
When he leaned in for another kiss, he was quicker to lick into her mouth, and Akane welcomed him. She let him guide her to straddle his lap, let him slide fingers into her hair and arch her neck for his lips, let him press her close until their bodies were flush against each other. For all her teasing and scolding, Akane was just as greedy as he was, at the end of the day. And for all her intention to fight, the future was still unpredictable. This time with Kogami was a precious thing, and dammit, she was going to relish it with everything she was worth.
