Akira Kurusu was just your average, if not rather boring, 16 year old, until he stepped in to do the right thing. A fateful encounter and he finds himself sent away, transferred to a different city, new school and a parole officer to impress. But life is never as it seems, as the Phantom Thieves of Hearts rise from the shadows to finish what Akira started. A/N: so not only is this my first P5 fanfic, it's my first fanfic EVER. Thought I'd try my hand at it. Criticism is welcomed, positive or negative, but I apologize in advance if there are changes to the story. Some will be intentional for my own story plots, and others just because I haven't exactly finished the game yet :| :p thanks for reading anyway!