miscakes | catch-all: babo kim.

Haha, is that so? I see you've acquainted yourself with the Beauty Salon as well.

[can't believe jan has gone back to playing yet another pink]

[STOP]

Yeah, Beau dyed my hair! Does it look good?

[i must speak the truth]

It's not a dramatic departure from your usual color, but it suits you.

Haha, well, I don't think I look good in cool colours.

What about you, Akechi? Ever think about switching up your style?

No, I'm afraid not. I'm not nearly bold enough to consider changing my hair color, or my overall style.

Well, you know who to hit up if you ever change your mind!

I will keep that in mind. [He huffs out a laugh.] Although, now that you're here, I did want to—

[—ask? That seems to be where his sentence was going, but it doesn't seem like he will get the chance to finish it. One second they're in the here and now, and the next they will find themselves experiencing a memory.

A old but well-kept café. Akechi leaning against the bar, seven teenagers and a cat staring him down. They question him. He answers, unerringly polite and to the point. It's clear that they hold some sort of grudge against him, but he clearly doesn't allow it to bother him as he lays down the terms of their agreement. A change of heart, the disbandment of the Phantom Thieves, and an opportunity for Akechi to tout himself as a hero of justice.

One girl asks him: "Why do you seek justice?"

He smiles. He lifts a hand up to his chin. He answers her question.

"Because of sickening human beings... Yes. My contempt for such people drives my sense of justice. It isn't some grand reason like society's sake or some lofty ideal. It's simply an absurd grudge... and extremely personal."

The teenagers all stare at him. One of the boys, a blond sitting to his right, opens his mouth to speak—

And then the memory ends.

Akechi presses a hand to his forehead, surprised and disoriented.]

[...]

Uh, have you ever considered seeing a therapist for that?

I— What?

[JUST. TOTALLY OFFENDED.

Like someone who should maybe consider therapy.]

I beg your pardon?

Nothing! It was nothing. But you sure have strong feelings about that...

Of course I do.

[SHARPLY.]

All my life, I have watched sickening adults take advantage of others for their own benefit. I can't forgive such disgusting behavior.

[so the gentleman can drop the politeness, huh?]

Mm, yeah, understandable. Though I hope you know that not all adults are your enemies...?

[Sometimes, you have to get Righteously Mad over something. Probably. His expression is pinched, but... he nods, exhaling.]

... Of course I do. I'm not so blind as to blame an entire generation for the faults of a few.

Well, it's hard to avoid sometimes. One's vision tends to narrow when they're hurting, after all.

But I hope you find peace in whatever you're out to accomplish.

[...

He gives him an odd look, before he shakes his head.]

I appreciate the concern, but there's no need for that. The situation has since been resolved.

[Whatever that means.]