Life Will Change to Find the Truth of our Lives

9

As the Phantom thieves finished their studies, they went to work at their stations. Makoto being very indiscreet with her nose buried in a manga book as her eyes glance up like a musician does to keep tempo with her conductor, this conductor is no other than the silver hair boy that's her age. She was curious about him, clearly, as he had vibe of trialed truthiness.
Makoto mutters to herself," I wonder if everyone else had any lu-" As she was bumped down to the floor by no other than the one who she was supposed to keep in tempo with.
"I'm sorry, I guess the both of us should watch where we're going." The silver hair boy seems so calm, yet Makoto knew that he probably was without fault. He did have nothing in his hand or being except for some glasses that seemed to have fallen out of a pocket in the crash. The boy holds onto his gripped phone as he checked the time, raising an eyebrow and sighing.
"I-Is there something wrong?" asked Makoto, trying to peer for more answers. The boy takes a moment to process the question but shakes his head no calmly.
"I should be asking you that, actually. You look like you just caught a cold," he reaches inside his bag as he politely answers, Makoto realizing she had no composure in the slightest. "Try this." He hands her a canned drink. "It always brings my health back." He checks the time by a nearby clock face, head jumping quickly. "Sorry, I'm going to be late if I stay any longer." He leaves in a rush, and left weirded out Makoto in the station.
"Brings my health back, huh?" She, realizing her embarrassment, inspects the can, and finds it to be the same drink that the Phantom thieves use to restore their health issues in Palaces and Mementos. She takes a picture of it, and that continues the best she can, bearing the shame of not being able to even catch the boy's name.
Ann, on the other side of the city with Ryuji, is finding their stakeout is pulling nothing.
"Can we just goooo? This 'effing sucks." Ryuji complains as he leans against a fence.
"No Ryuji, not until we know he's at the hideout." Ann sighs, knowing that they had no luck so far. It's been at least two hours since class ended. Another hour since the both of them ate something. Ryuji kicks the dirt on the ground, and Ann sighing right after. Ryuji, about to turn around to look, someone taps him on the shoulder, catching himself before jumping.
"D-Don't do that, you scared the sh-" Ryuji looks at the girl and finds her a bit short, reddish hair styled nicely, but a scarf and sunglasses cover her face, muffling her voice and identity.
"Excuse me, but do you know where, erm, the cafe Leblanc is? I heard it was...good, a friend told me."
The girl asked, obviously suspicious, but Ryuji sensed something innocent about it, and totally not playing it off because he was careless. He gave her proper directions and as she was about to thank him, Ann turned around with a confused look.
"Who's that?" Ann gestures to the disguised girl.
"Some girl wanted to try out the h-, try out Leblanc, it's just directions." Ryuji stumbled.
"I-I guess I'll get going..." the girl steps back, mumbling, "this is why he's always early, even when late."
Ann and Ryuji confused, watched her leave the area, not before making sure they got an accurate description of her. They nodded to each other, as to understand the situation and started to head to Leblanc themselves, but taking the faster way, as to insure they wouldn't cross paths with the girl.
Haru looked around the busy underground market, for the boy first off, and also gardening supplies.
Her hair wavered as she tipped toed up and down the stalls, and she would smooth her skirt after every tenth  look, not even one glance held a trace of silver hair, as Haru held so. As Haru just given up, someone had bumped them to the side. To her dismay, their face never showed, but she tell they had a boyish figure, and that they dropped a slip of paper. When she investigated, it was a receipt, yet it did not say the date nor item. It was about the cost of flowers, so she assumed so.
She decidedly was best to go up to Leblanc and hurried so.
Akira watched the coffee shop carefully an watched as a pompous customer and regulars come and go till he saw the boy open the door. The boy looked behind the counter and saw Akira cleaning a glass. His eyes seemed to fixate quickly to Akira, but he went to look around the place and sat on the further booth from the door. Akira kept his eyes on him carefully, but stopped to check his phone for the time, sighing, as the sound of another customer entering. He felt himself tense though as a part of him sensed something wrong. He looked at silver guy, and he was smiling tenderly towards the person which shook him up even more.
"Long time no see, Narukami." The blue haired customer approached to what Akira knew was the silver hair guy. As Narukami stands, he holds out his hand.
"I could say the same to you, Shirogane." Narukami responds and as if one cue the both of the start to laugh, and Akira could instantly assume that they were both friends for a while. But the name Naoto Shirogane rather stuck with him greatly. Akira pulled out their phone as they sat across from each other and
caught up.
'N-a-o-t-o S-h-i-r-o-g-a-n-e' Akira quickly types in the search bar.
'Naoto Shirogane, is the previous detective prince before their popular successor Akechi. Naoto's look was popular for their year and their deductions are unmatched, yet Akechi has yet to comment. Naoto is credited the resolution of many cases across the country. From the solving of the telephone murder incidents, yet they say that the truth was only revealed with the help of their friends that were on the investigation team-'
Akira hesitated for the first time. If this article was held true, then he and the others should be careful around these guys. For by the looks of it, they worked together on that said team, as he knew from the case, since Inaba was not far from his hometown, it was impossible for the police to solve.
Then the bell rang again.