Fandom: persona 5
Tag(s): futago! Featherman, fluff*
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The cold had truly started to settle in at the month of November, and the temperature difference felt tremendous when Akechi stepped into Leblanc. His plan to order a cup of coffee while waiting in the rest of the Phantom Thieves was halted when he saw a blur of orange shoot up the stairs."Are they here?" Akechi asked the shopkeeper, Sojiro Sakura, while pointing up the stairs.
The man shook his head from behind the counter. "Just Futaba."
Akechi missed the look of apprehension as he made his way to the stairs despite better judgement. He hesitated on the first step, but the familiar quote from a familiar voice was enough to spark his curiosity and push him further upstairs.
As he reach the top of the stairs he could hear munching and the sound of a tv clearly. The girl in question lay haphazardly on the old couch, crumbs littering her lap and torso. Multiple chips bags and an unopened soda can lay on the floor, her small hand dipping into the opened bag every so often to shove the content into her mouth.
At the sight of him she let out a shrill sound of surprise, curling into herself like a porcupine in danger. "You-- you're early."
"Ah, yes. I was pulled in for work today and was dismissed rather early," Akechi replied easily, leaving out the fact that he really didn't want to use his acquired free time for anything productive --like getting rid of the targets piling up on his list. "Is Ren aware of you... occupying his room while he's at school?"
"Um, no?" She looked away with a sheepish grin on her face. Her eyes darted back at him to narrow in suspicion. "You're not gonna snitch on me, are you?"
His eyes widened a fraction, but before he could come up with a proper response she continued, "come here, take a seat. I'm watching Featherman."
"Featherman?" He cursed himself for not keeping his tone in check, a teasing grin forming on the girl's face.
"A fan?" she said cheekily, watching Akechi making a fool of himself by vehemently denying the fact. "Hey, don't worry. Your secret's safe with me." She gestured to the chair by the desk, getting comfortable in the couch once more. "You better get a chair, though, 'cuz I ain't moving."
He sighed in defeat before doing as told, flipping the chair so it was facing the tv. The can rolled towards his feet, and at his confused expression she explained, "Not interested in a soda shower. You can have it."
And there they were, and the awkward silence didn't stretch as long as predicted before the hacker started commentating through the episode. Less than two episodes later Akechi joined into the chatter, creating a two-sided discussion.
"I'm telling you, they fucked up Featherman Green during season 8 just because they wanted to give him a love interest!"
"'Fucked up' is a little bold. I can agree that it didn't fit his character arc, but--"
"Hi Boss!" Takamaki's chirpy voice greeted the man downstairs, but the jolt the two teenagers did upstairs made it seem like the smoke alarm had told them to evacuate before it was too late.
Both of them got up, turned off the tv, and inconspicuously hid the chips crumbs under the couch. Ren was in for a surprise next time he'll be cleaning.
"You're an accomplice now, Akechi. Don't let me down," Sakura said with the most serious expression she could muster.
"Of course not," he said with slight amusement, as the second-years of Shujin plus cat descended up the stairs like a stampede.
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Futago sibs are best sibs I'll fight you in a snake pit in Ouroboros for it. And alright there's some hints of Ninjago haH.demondaughter21

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Writing Playground
FanfictionPreviously titled as Writing Playground: Fluff and Romance ---- A collection of writing, mostly one-shots. The chapters from before are still there btw.