Ah he….had hit a sore spot with that question, hadn’t he ?? On days like this when the cafe was at it’s quietest would the two usually sit at the counter or at one of the booths, passing eachother’s time with idol chit - chat. Akira never failed to keep the Emperor entertained and he was blessed with gratitude each time he asked to spend time with him ; be it to simply people watch to gather inspiration, or even travel somewhere even with his little bus fair.
‘ My deepest apologies. ‘ Inhaling slowly through his nose did the bluenette bring his coffee cup up to give a gentle sip before soft iris began to study the emotion hidden behind those sharp eyes of the team’s leader.
He could sense sadness in the least, this time his expression was as easy to decipher as the most simplest painting done by an amateur. ‘ I was simply curious, you see. - Since I have spoken to you about my own mother many times before since we met…. ‘
Ryuji spoke of his family aswell as Haru and Makoto. So it didn’t hurt to ask - after all the only past information the team had gotten on Akira’s past was the incident with Shido that caused him to move to Shibuya.
‘ Your past intrigues me, Akira.
Though I am most certainly alright with the idea of you not wanting to share it. ‘
Was the reaction a true sore spot to touch? he hadn’t imagined for others to pity the fool behind unforgiving parents. no, there was a slight feeling for the emperor to have these sentimentalism ( IT WASN’T DONE INTENTIONALLY). people sought to fulfill their own lives, resolve problems without asking anyone ... he happens to find it simple to just avert away that kind of issue. just ignore and everything will be alright ... obey the will of rotten adults on a daily basis until it’s possible to see them again. truth be told, the fool rather swallow nails than return. none of those intentions were obvious as he concentrates on others rather than his own needs. call it a curse left upon the ‘ silent hero ’. shoulders shrug vaguely with his head shaking, already quick to respond to an apologetic tone. ❝ No, you have nothing to apologize for yusuke-kun. ❞ there was worth in them but it wasn’t the emperor’s task to carry his burdens ------ he has plenty to deal with. but worth within a friend’s chiming support truly made him rich ... ... it was nice to listen. features fixate before the coffee’s movement, letting a reflection sink in.
failure ... disgrace ... criminal ... REJECT ... those memories are starting to return. slight slip of fingers crushing the cup’s holder were made but realized this curiosity could unfold things he rather not recall. unfortunately ❝ ... ... ❞ ------ he’s right about that. ( A FAIR TRADE FROM ONE THIEF TO ANOTHER ) keeping it secret violates their current ‘ connection ’ as friends and confidants. with a faint nod, the fool took a small sip of his coffee before resuming a sincere reply. strangely enough the discomfort displayed on his expression vanished instantly. hidden frustration over a parent’s blind eyes was natural. he only dreads for troubling the emperor with unnecessary background.
❝ they were ... not in ‘ good terms ’ with me before the incident. their expectations out of me involved being perfect with ordinary tasks, succession for the future with my studies ... when i failed to meet them, they saw no point in letting me eat with them on the table. but they still kept a roof under my head until the incident ------ it’s not hard to see why they believed the police’s word over my own. they called me a disgrace to the kurusu name before i left. ❞
