Persona 5: The Delinquent and his lover: Full Edition

Upss...

Makoto was almost certain that someone was stalking her. Central Street was brimming with people, yet she could feel eyes boring into her back. She wrapped her arms around herself and hurried to the station. This was not the first time she had felt like this. In fact, she was pretty sure someone had been stalking her for over two weeks now.

Normally this wouldn't have frightened her because she was well skilled in aikido and could defend herself if need be. But so far she hadn't been able to catch whoever it was in the act. She hadn't even seen anyone. The only proof that Makoto had was the faint sound of camera clicks when she walked home at night. Naturally this left her a little on edge. So when someone walked up behind her and grabbed her arm, she did the first thing that came to her mind: she hauled off and punched him in the face.

"Stop following me, you bastard!"

"Ah!" A loud grunt and her attacker fell to the ground, screaming in agony. The identity of her stalker turned out to be the infamous new transfer student, Akira Kurusu. Well, apparently he wasn't just a delinquent but a pervert, too.

She pinned him to the ground with her foot. "You have five seconds to tell me why you're following me." She dug her foot into his chest. "Or else."

"What the hell are you talking about? I only wanted to ask you for directions." His words were barely coherent due to the blood gushing from his nose.

"Don't lie to me. You've been following me for weeks now. Admit it." She ground her heel in and relished in the sound of his agony.

"I'm not even allowed to leave my house at night! My guardian has been threatening to kick me out ever since I moved here. Do you honestly think I would risk violating my probation to stalk someone I don't even know?"

People were starting to gather. Makoto looked down at Akira's pitiful appearance and doubt started to creep in. From a logistic standpoint, his explanation made sense. Surely no one would be stupid enough to risk going to jail for such a pointless reason. But then again, the rumors swirling around made him out to be a dangerous punk who easily resorted to violence. Supposedly his friend group consisted of other people of the same caliber.

But looking down at him, he didn't seem to be threatening. More like he really needed to go to the ER.

She took her foot off his chest. "Suppose what you say is true. Why did you come to me to ask for directions? There are plenty of maps around if you were lost."

The look he gave her was downright murderous. "The Tokyo subway system is the literal embodiment of all things evil in the world. What good is a map going to do me if I have to transfer trains two times and don't know where I need to go in the first place? I saw your uniform in the crowd and thought you could help. Apparently a map would have been the safer choice."

"Oh," was all she could say. He had just moved here. From a small town no less. Of course he would need help navigating the subway system. She slapped a hand over her mouth, suddenly realizing the grievous error she had just made. "I'm so sorry." Grabbing some tissues out of her bag, she bent down and tried to dab at his nose.

He swatted her hand away. "Get away from me."

"Please, I just want to help."

"I don't like your definition of help."

"I need to see if it's broken or not. Hold still."

"It's not in the same place it used to be so, yes, I think we can conclude it's broken."

Makoto wrestled his arms out of the way and caught the blood with the tissue. The area around it was already starting to swell and turn purple. She nibbled at her bottom lip. "Please let me take you to the hospital. You need immediate assistance." He looked like he had been shot. There was blood all over his clothes. What was she going to do if he passed out?