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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Akechi_Goro/Kurusu_Akira, Akechi_Goro/Persona_5_Protagonist
  Character:
      Kurusu_Akira, Akechi_Goro, Persona_5_Protagonist
  Additional Tags:
      Humiliation, Choking, S&M_Dynamics, Power_Play, Consensual_Physical
      Abuse, Smut, Fluff, No_Spoilers, Alternate_Universe_-_No_Powers, No
      Personas
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      Published: 2017-05-11 Updated: 2017-06-02 Chapters: 3/? Words: 6852
****** Crybaby ******
by swansongbird
Summary
     The Phantom Thieves are a secret group of high school casanovas who
     “steal” unhappy people’s hearts. They teach them how to be happy and
     live an optimistic life by showing them compassion and companionship.
     They have a rule that a target must have a change of heart in seven
     days. After it is done they must disappear and break all contact, as
     if they never existed.
     One day, Akira is assigned the task of changing the heart of the
     celebrity detective Goro Akechi.
Notes
     There's not enough Akeshu/Shuake fics out there or P5 fics in general
     and I got super sad because this pairing is my lifeblood.
     Please enjoy!
     EDIT: So I finally figured out the plot I wanted for this fic! While
     there is gratuitous smut in the first chapter here I can assure you
     we'll get some good plot.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Prologue *****
Akira’s hair clung to his sweat covered forehead, he looked so weak staring up
at the brunette while on his knees. And It didn’t help that he felt so much
shorter when Akechi stood over him like this. He felt so pitiful with his face
buried against the detective’s crotch. He wasn’t sure why he enjoyed it so
much, it was so gross to love this, but his mind wasn’t in the right place and
he didn’t care anymore. Akira inhaled deeply taking in the other boy’s scent,
the faint musk of Akechi mixed with the sickeningly sweet smell of his cologne
filled his head. He was beginning to feel high just off the scent of Akechi
alone. The smell was intoxicating, it caused a slow prickling heat to run down
his spine. Akira couldn’t stop himself from mouthing at the cloth that
separated him from Akechi’s hard cock, his teeth glided across the fabric
letting his tongue trail along with it.
 
“Look me in the eye properly,” Akechi commanded, lowering himself to whisper
into Akira’s ear, “I want to see your beautiful face.”
 
Akira let out a shaky breath at the request and gave a faint smile at the
compliment. He wasn’t sure if it was how high he felt or just his own nature,
but he loved the sadistic side of Akechi that he was showing him. Akira’s
crotch felt stifled in his now overheating boxer briefs and his rational side
was beginning to falter. He obeyed the directions without hesitation and looked
up with a needy gaze, all he could do was focus on his growing need to get
himself off.
 
Akechi let out a light chuckle to himself, “Yeah, that’s the look. What would
all your fans think if they saw the leader of the Phantom Thieves reduced to a
pathetic mess like this?” He gave a light push to the dazed boy, making him
jerk back and nearly fall over. Thankfully, he was quick enough to catch
himself and instead fell back to rest on his hands. Akira knew how disgusting
he looked with his hair a mess, his face covered in sweat, and saliva running
down his chin, he stared back with a hurt expression at the other boy. Akechi
gave him a sly grin and continued. “Hmm? Answer me!” his voice reverberated
through the walls of the room.
 
Suddenly, Akechi shoved the heel of his foot against the other boy’s crotch.
Immediately, Akira felt a shiver run through his body when he received the
sudden jolt of stimulation against his achingly hard cock. His body jerked
forward from the shock and he grit his teeth in an attempt to stifle his moan.
Leaning forward, Akira’s weight was shifted onto the leg Akechi was using to
assault him. He was nearly spent just from being stepped on, it was a sharp
pain but it mostly made his body twitch and his heart skip a beat. Akira was so
past his shame that the idea being beaten didn’t even phase him; he only wanted
more.
 
Akechi scoffed, “You like this don’t you?” he leaned in and brought his index
finger to the underside of Akira’s face to make sure they had full eye contact.
“I can see it in your eyes. Fine, if you can beg for it, I’ll give you what you
want,” Akechi ground his foot down with more force, it was nearly crushing his
balls. Tears pooled around Akira’s eyes, the tightness in his belly grew; all
this pain was sending him closer over the edge.
 
Akira knew he was in no position to argue or retaliate, Akechi had him wrapped
around his finger. Akira just needed any sort of release and humiliation became
the least of his worries. He swallowed deep and struggled out his words.
 
“A-Akechi, please...” Akira couldn’t conjure his signature smirk, he was so
needy for the detective that he wasn’t even bothered by how pathetic he
sounded.
 
“Please what?”
 
Akechi grinded his foot further, drawing out more whines from the boy and
making him slump further down. Akira couldn’t feel anything but the bitter pain
of the foot against him. His muscles were tense and his throat was straining
from the shock. He quickly found himself gripping onto Akechi’s leg tightly, it
was the only thing keeping him from collapsing at this point. Akira grew mute.
He felt like his words were getting caught in his throat as Akechi continued to
grind his foot down at an agonizing pace. Akira had to get him to stop, the
searing pain was overwhelming him now. He forced out the words as tears filled
his eyes.
 
“P-please Akechi! Fuck me until I can’t move! I-I’ll do anything! Akechi
please...” Akira cried out, tears streaming down his face and he felt like he
was gonna vomit, the pain was too much.
 
“You’re such a fucking crybaby,” Akechi scoffed.
 
The brunette quickly took his foot away and shoved him back to make Akira
release him, he was now looming over Akira. The sudden push made Akira nearly
fall back again, but he managed to balance himself a second time. His body felt
like it was burning up and his throat was was itchy from how dry and tense it
was. The pain of being stepped on was subsiding, but the ache was still clawing
at him. Looking up at Akechi, Akira could feel the unrestrained lust radiating
from the other boy, it sent a wave of goosebumps across his skin to see the
refined ace detective unravel this way. The cute flush of red stained Akechi’s
face, but the stark contrast of his low grin gave off the look of a predator.
 
“But you did as I asked and you’ve always been so kind to me. I’ll reward you,”
 
Akechi pulled Akira by the bangs of his hair and their lips crashed together,
the light sting from the impact coupled with the dull pain behind his eyes from
his headache put him in a daze. Akira began to feel the sudden probing of the
brunette’s tongue against his lips, but at this point he couldn't resist. He
wanted to act but his body felt like it was suspended in water and a current
was taking him away. Akira wasn’t sure what his body was doing anymore he just
knew he needed more from Akechi. When Akira finally allowed him in their
tongues quickly melted together, a soothing warmth spread from the tip of his
tongue to his lips, and every little bit of attention Akechi gave him helped
distract him from everything and eased his pain. That moment of respite was cut
short as Akechi withdrew his tongue and began to pull away. A thread of saliva
connected them, but the lack of warmth made Akira unconsciously let out a low
whine to call out to the other boy. His face felt like it was burning up and
his eyes were begging for more, he looked so desperate. It was unbecoming of
the leader of the Phantom Thieves, but he couldn’t help it.
 
Akira suddenly felt a quick shot of force on his chest that knocked him over
when Akechi shoved him back. Akira was so caught off guard this time that he
toppled over with no resistance. He felt Akechi begin tear away at his
underwear and yank it downward, he was moving so much faster than Akira had
anticipated. It was nerve wracking seeing Akechi act this way, he couldn’t tell
what he was thinking. His heart felt like it dropped to the pit of his stomach
and a pin pricked every bit of his body. He was genuinely scared of Akechi, but
the unknown aspects of this boy were equally alluring. At this point his
thoughts were all jumbled up and messy, there was too much going on in his
head.
 
“Stay still,” Akechi’s voice penetrated his train of thought, bringing him back
to reality.
 
Before Akira could even brace himself for whatever was coming he felt a wet
finger slowly pushing against his opening. He was so quick that Akira hadn’t
noticed when Akechi had gotten lube out. Akira's eyes widened as he stared down
at the other boy’s actions. Akechi’s fingers were long and slim so they had no
trouble exploring Akira's walls. Akira whined out a breathy sound, the sudden
intrusion made him tense up. The brunette slowly slipped in another digit and
pushed in deeper until his knuckles stopped him. It was easy for him to find
Akira’s prostate while he was stretching him out. Akechi leaned forward onto
him and lightly nipped at his earlobe, his breath burning against the sensitive
flesh.
 
“You look so pretty like this,” the brunette laughed quietly, tugging on the
tight ring of muscles while pressing against Akira’s prostate.
 
Akira gave a low moan as Akechi’s fingers scraped roughly against it, his eyes
still wet with tears. He arched his back against the fingers inside him, the
warm feeling inside him was intoxicating and his hole was twitching. Akira was
panting and couldn't care less how he looked, all that mattered was him and
Akechi. He could feel this faint knot in his belly and a weird desire he
couldn't explain. He only knew that this wasn't enough.
 
“A-Akechi... ” Akira whined out between his moans, as Akechi started to thrust
his fingers into Akira’s hole. He began to tighten around the fingers inside,
his body practically pulling them in. His cock was wet with precum and his body
was aching for more.
 
“I know, I know Akira, you did a good job. Be patient,” Akechi spoke softly,
his soothing voice filled Akira’s head. Akechi pressed his lips against the
black haired boy’s and pushed his tongue against Akira’s lips as he moved in
between his legs. Akechi pulled his cock out and held it in his hand and
positioned himself for Akira. Without hesitation, he pushed inside the weak boy
beneath him. Akira’s ass was so loose and easily took him in with little
resistance, but as Akechi pushed further inside Akira began to tense up.
 
Akechi let out a low moan and grit his teeth at the pressure, it was squeezing
him so roughly. As he continued to push in he could feel his cock twitching
inside the moaning Akira. The sensation of Akechi’s cock in him was addicting,
he just needed more of that feeling.
 
Akechi gripped at Akira’s hips and slammed into him. He started bucking his
hips up into Akira and drew out soft mewls from him. The feeling of Akechi
repeatedly ghosting over his prostate made him tighten up out of sheer desire
for more. Akechi was trying to speed his rhythm, but Akira’s inner muscles were
so taut it became impossible.
 
“S-stop that! R-relax a little! You’re g-gonna make me cum too quickly!” Akechi
exhaled roughly, his hair was disheveled and getting damp with sweat. Akira
didn’t want this to end, not when he was this close. He needed something to
distract Akechi so he could keep pounding into him without hesitation. Akira
dug his nails into the other boy and ran them down his back, leaving bright red
streaks. Akechi winced at the sudden burning on his back, the dull pain was
quickly subsiding. Akira locked his legs around Akechi tightly and pulled him
closer, the tense feeling in his gut was building.
 
“A-Akechi! I-I’m gon-nah!” Akira’s words were cut off when he felt a sudden
constriction around his neck. He opened his eyes wide to see Akechi looking
back at him with a dark fire in his eyes. But once they made contact Akechi
began to press his thumbs against Akira’s windpipe, it was stifling to say the
least. The pain was heavy and the pressure on his throat was dense, the muscles
in his neck strained in an attempt to resist. It felt like he was dying, the
lack of air and inability to swallow his own saliva was frightening. Akira
gripped onto the other boy’s wrists to ground himself. His fear was numbing the
discomfort in his throat. As Akechi pressed harder the pain began to gradually
subside, Akira’s eyelids began to flicker and he had trouble keeping his eyes
on the other boy.
 
The tense feeling of his body was leaving him, he felt soft and pliable like
clay. Akechi continued to thrust into him, but this time with more ease.
Akira’s body was relaxing for him, with the constriction no longer around his
cock Akechi rammed into him without worry. Akechi was captivated by the thief
below him, he had never seen him look this way before, it was disgusting and he
looked like a complete mess. Akira’s mouth was hanging open and spit trickled
down his face, he was completely out of it. Almost like he wasn’t there
anymore, there was this cloudiness in his eyes that worried Akechi, but those
same eyes appeared to beg for more.
 
A faint smile crept up Akira’s face, this pain was something he enjoyed. He
looked so pitiful smiling at his assailant, it pissed Akechi off. He wanted to
keep fucking the oxygen-starved Akira until he managed to cry out through his
crushed throat. He pressed more forcefully against Akira’s windpipe and fucked
him harder, the sound of skin slapping filled his ears.
 
It felt so good, every part of Akira was twitching.
 
Akira seemed drugged up from the lack of air and stimulation of Akechi’s dick
thrusting against his prostate. Akira’s body felt so vulnerable and weak, with
his eyelashes still fluttering tears easily streamed down his face. His tongue
was slightly sticking out from his struggled attempts to breathe. Akira’s nails
dug into Akechi’s wrists as he choked down a moan whenever the cock inside him
rubbed against his prostate.
 
Everything was too much now. The edges of his vision were getting black and
blurry, it nearly became impossible to see. The warm knot in his belly made his
body start reacting on its own, he began to clench up on Akechi’s cock. He knew
he was going to cum, but it didn’t feel right. It felt like something inside
his head was stopping him. The dulling of his cognition made him feel like he
was gone and pain behind his eyes from the lack of air only heightened that.
Akira’s eyes felt like they were going to roll to the back of his head.
 
Akechi gave one last roll of his hips before releasing his grip on the boy. A
sudden gasp of air clogged Akira’s throat and he screamed out in ecstasy. Like
a jolt of electricity, all of Akira’s restrained senses came back. A wave of
pleasure washed through him, his back arched and toes curled in response. He
involuntarily tensed up all over and nearly spasmed from the shock. He couldn’t
stop himself from cumming from the rush of stimulation. He continued to cry out
a pitched moan as he released all over his stomach.
 
He was trying to swallow as much air as possible, but Akechi's continued
thrusting made it difficult to maintain his breathing. Akira let out soft
whines that filled the room as Akechi kept pounding into him faster than
before. Akechi let out a low moan, knitting his brows in anticipation.
 
Akira’s body was so spent, the lower half of his body began to feel numb. His
heart was working overtime and his senses were practically fried with how
stimulated they all were. That numbness was quickly fading from the repeated
rubbing of Akechi's cock inside him. It began to make his prostate so sensitive
it felt like it was hurting.
 
“W-wait! Ak-kechi! Stop-pah!” His own moans cut him off, it was hard to breathe
while being fucked like this. Akechi wasn't stopping, it felt like he was
moving faster inside him, but all Akira could do was tense up around the
twitching cock inside him. His strength was gone, it hurt to resist anymore.
 
Before he could beg him anymore to stop, Akechi lifted Akira's hips and
continued to relentlessly fuck him. It felt like a switch in him had flipped.
It suddenly felt so good to be stretched open like this, it was addicting and
he wanted it to never end now. The pleasure was slowly spreading from his legs
to the rest of his body, making his mind go numb but keeping his senses wide
awake. The tilted angle made Akechi's cock hit Akira’s prostate head on, the
cum pooled on his belly began to roll up his chest and fell to the sheets below
him. Akechi gripped Akira’s cock and began to jerk him off, Akira let out
breathy moans as the tight warmth in his gut was quickly building him up toward
a second climax. Akira couldn’t control his body anymore, his legs were
quivering and he had little strength to slow Akechi.
 
Akira couldn’t even begin to fight back his urge to cum again, he let out a
pleasure filled scream and quickly came a second time. His inner walls
tightened around Akechi’s cock, the sudden pressure and constriction from Akira
made it impossible for Akechi to stop himself from cumming too. Akira felt the
warmth of cum inside him, as the sound of Akechi’s moans filled his ears. Akira
was twitching and his hole was tightening, his body refused to let go until
Akechi was done, until his cum was filling him and the boy was stuffed.
 
Akira started to feel dizzy, his head hurt and his vision grew dark. Akechi’s
face began to blur and mix with his surroundings. His muscles felt loose and
his bones felt like jelly. Everything suddenly felt so calm, it felt like his
emotions were shutting down.
 
~~~~
 
Akira shifted in his bed, everything felt cold and the room was silent. Akira
blinked a few times trying to adjust his sight against the bright sunlight that
pierced the window. Last night must’ve been a dream. A blush warmed his cheeks,
he felt so lame having a wet dream about another person at this age. As his
eyes and mind tried to catch up with one another, he sat up on the cold bed but
when he looked around he felt his stomach drop. Akira’s eyes quickly focused on
the slim figure looking back at him.
 
“You’re awake. Good. Welcome back my little guinea pig,” Takemi’s voice rang
hard against his ears, “how are you feeling? Is anything sore?”
 
Akira was feeling so many things at once and wondering what happened. He
thought he was in his room, had he spent time at the clinic and forgotten?
 
“W-wait, did we do another test?” Akira needed answers and it was scary to be
this far in the dark.
 
Tae swiveled her chair to fully face the boy, crossed her legs, and gave a
questioning smirk before raising her brow, “do you really not remember last
night?” Akira's brain was working so slow, before he could tell her he didn’t
know what was going on, she interrupted him with a light chuckle.
 
“Okay then, so for starters, please refrain from stealing drugs from me again.
Secondly, if you’re gonna ask your boy toy to choke you, try to come up with
more than just a safeword. Most people have signals as well, you know, you
can’t really speak when you can’t breathe,” Takemi stood up and looked out into
the clinic lobby as she spoke under her laughter.
 
Akira didn’t even know what to think at that point, his thoughts were
scattered. He couldn’t remember much from last night and this only raised more
questions. He wanted to ask so many things, but his mind was racing. Again,
Akira was too slow to respond, so the doctor continued to read his face
instead.
 
“Oh, you’re probably wondering how you got here right? Well believe it or not,
Boy Wonder out there brought your naked and knocked out body here,” she let out
a snicker and continued, “he came storming in here a crying mess. I felt bad
for the kid, he kept making those annoying crying hiccups so it was hard for me
to figure out what happened. After a while he calmed down, but then he tried to
sell me this convoluted story of how you met up with the Yakuza and then fell
down a flight of stairs,” the doctor grinned from ear to ear and let out a low
laugh. “He’s a pretty bad liar and I managed to get him to confess what really
happened.”
 
“Basically, your body just went through a sort of sensory overload and your
brain thought you were dying,” she shot Akira a light hearted glare, “since you
were drugged up you essentially had a panic attack and didn’t even know it, so
you blacked out.”
 
Takemi made her way toward the door and opened it, “he’s a lot stronger than
I’d imagined, but you ought to thank him you know. You’re not very light,” she
smiled and signaled for him to step out of the exam room, “Don’t worry, he’s
asleep out there and you’re perfectly healthy to leave. Plus, he cried an awful
lot for you,” Akira quickly got up and gave a thankful smile to the doctor. His
grogginess was gone now so he had no trouble leaving the room. He made his way
toward the lobby and immediately saw the detective resting on a chair. Akechi
wore a warm smile, he looked so relaxed, but his tear stained cheeks and the
dark circles under his eyes told a different story.
 
Akira bent down and placed a kiss on the apple of Akechi’s cheek.

“You’re such a crybaby.”
***** Prologue Part 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay now we're picking up here haha! Please enjoy it!
     Chapters typically won't be this short it's just that the prologue
     didn't feel quite complete and I wanted to round it out.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The silver haired doctor rapidly tapped her pen against the clipboard she was
holding. The room had an odd silence to it as she processed what she had just
been told. Akira was a little nervous, out of all the sessions he’d been in
with her she’d never been at a loss for words.
 
“There is no way that could be true, come on now Akira. As your psychiatrist, I
ask that you stay honest with me,” she stated, almost announcing her thoughts.
 
“Doctor Nijima, I promise you it’s not a lie! You think I’d lie about being
choked out by a celebrity?”
 
“Okay so let me get this straight: you asked for an appointment with me after
one whole week of missing our sessions because you had a group of friends who
“steal people’s hearts” to make them live happier. It just so happens that the
celebrity detective, Goro Akechi, was assigned to you. You had a deadline of
seven days to help him, knowing you had to break contact afterwards, but
instead you fell in love with him?”
 
Sae looked at him inquisitively, the tone of her voice was almost accusatory
and with the sun cast on her face like a lamp it made this feel like an
interrogation rather than a therapy session. Akira knit his brows in distaste,
being doubted was frustrating. He never lied before, why would he suddenly
change? Before Akira could continue to sulk, the doctor continued.
 
“Akira, I’m not here to listen to you brag about having sex with an idol,” Sae
raised a brow to him, but when she saw his hurt look her tone quickly shifted.
She could tell with how offended he looked that he must’ve been at least
partially honest, she gave a sigh and continued, “fine, I’ll bite, but start
from the beginning. Tell me everything.”
 
~~~~~~~
 
The light sound of electronic tinging filled the quiet cafe. The strong aroma
of curry and coffee made it hard to concentrate on the phone in front of Akira.
It was suffocating, but a good kind of suffocating, the rich scent lingered in
his nostrils. Sojiro always let them eat and hang out around the cafe before
classes. Today he served them an Eastern Colombian roast paired with a sweet
Western Japanese Pear curry, which they enjoyed at a small booth at the corner
of the dining area. But before Akira could peacefully enjoy his meal, the
quietness that once held the room was quickly broken by the loud tech girl
yelling in frustration.
 
“Blah, blah, blah! All these hits are totally boring! We need a big wig to help
out, not these noobs!” Futaba quickly tapped along her keyboard, scrolling
though the list of requests. All of the requests were too small, people just
wanted personal help, and not to help someone else in actual need. They were
beginning to doubt how good of an idea it was to have open requests. Akira
sipped his coffee and scrolled through his phone to fight off his boredom,
there wasn’t any point fretting over having lame requests.
 
Suddenly Futaba let out a gasp, “oh man THIS is good! Lookie here, Akira! THE
Goro Akechi just got requested!” The ginger haired girl bounced in her seat
before turning the laptop to him, the ask box was filled with various requests,
it was almost impossible to make sense of which she was talking about. Before
he could make heads or tails of it, she briskly pointed to the corner of the
bright lit screen.
 
Akechi-kun always looks sad now, please make him happy again!
Akechi seems nice, but he’s always a loner. Save him!
 
Goro Akechi, that famous detective? Akira’s palms began to sweat in
anticipation and uncertainty, were these requests real? That was the kind of
high profile target they needed, with their rise in popularity at their school
shooting higher was only natural. He knew that this was their chance at making
a mark. The only thing that worried him was the idea of going after a
detective, isn’t it their job to find secrets out?
 
“We gotta go after him! He’s the perfect target,” Futaba could barely contain
herself, a grin plastered to her face, “you’re the perfect candidate to steal
his heart too!” She thrust her finger at him and gave his nose a light boop as
she spoke.
 
“W-what, why me?” Akira was completely caught off guard, wouldn’t someone like
Ann be better? She could be a real friend and could use her signature charm to
open him up. Hell, even Makoto would’ve been a better choice. Before Akira
could protest, Futaba continued her announcement
 
“It’s decided! Aki-chan, I choose you!” she smiled brightly, flipped the
computer around and began to type away like before. “Don’t worry, I know you’re
gonna do great. You’re funny and nice! Oh, and super easy to talk to, since you
don’t talk much and all,” at this point she wasn’t even looking at him as she
spoke, she was too busy announcing the new target to the others. “Plus, if we
send a girl he’ll know they have an agenda!”
 
She made a convincing argument, since he didn’t have any crazy dyed hair like
his fellow thieves he went pretty incognito to the general public and Akechi
wouldn’t have a clue. That, coupled with the fact that he was probably the only
one with enough guts to actually talk to a celebrity without acting like a
weird fan. Akira took a deep breath and before he could accept the request, his
phone began to vibrate.
 
Nice dude! You got this! -Ryuji
Do your best! -Ann
Give him a magnificent performance. -Yusuke
 
Akira was honestly pretty surprised how quick Futaba was able to tell everyone,
let alone how quick they were to give him words of encouragement. His phone
just wouldn’t stop now, this group chat they had was now just filling with
endless banter from his friends.
 
Akira, if you need any help I’m available -Makoto
Wait, no pick me! I’m way cooler! -Ryuji
Is that any way to talk to your senpai? -Ann
True, technically I am your senpai. -Makoto
 
Akira smiled before turning his phone over so it was face down on the table,
“okay Futaba, I can handle this. Leave it to me!” He gave her his signature
grin, grabbed his phone, and got out of the booth, all this talk got him fired
up.
 
“So, you got a plan?”
 
“Nah, I was just gonna wing it,” Akira answered, not an ounce of doubt in his
voice. Futaba smiled back in response, a part of her knew to completely trust
him at times like this. He probably already had some crazy plan in his head
anyways, it’d be best to just not get in his way.
 
Akira made his way outside, the sun cast down with heavy rays, he turned on his
phone and looked though his list of confidants. The phone beeped quickly as he
started the call. Ichiko Ohya, the loose-lipped reporter. She was his best bet
for some intel and a way to get closer to this so-called ace detective.
 
“Hello? Ohya? Yeah it’s Akira, I’ve got a favor to ask.”
Chapter End Notes
     Okay so the stage has been set! I hope you're as excited to read this
     as I am to write this!
     Again, chapters typically won't be this short it's just that the
     prologue didn't feel quite complete and I wanted to round it out.
***** Sweet Beginnings (Day 1) *****
Chapter Summary
     With the help of Ohya, Akira manages to steal some of Akechi's time
     and introduces himself; but as he gets to know the detective he
     realizes that Akechi is a lot more different than he expected.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Akira exhaled a low yawn, he stood behind the counter and listened to his own
breathing over the light chatter of the few customers present. He hated that
about mornings working at the Leblanc, everything was slow. The cafe was cold
and lacked the same energy it had on busy days.
 
Akira absentmindedly played with the knot on the back of his apron and hummed a
weak tune; any minute now Akechi should be showing up. Akira could feel
goosebumps speckle his body, it was weird to be meeting a celebrity, even under
circumstances like this. He opened his phone and looked through his message
history with Ohya to calm himself.  
 
So I got you some time with Mr. Detective. Told him to meet at 7:30. -Ohya
{Sent 6:28AM}
Why do you wanna see him again? -Ohya {Sent 6:28AM}
 
No reason. -Akira {Read 6:30AM}
 
Geez kid, you’re not gonna tell me again are you? -Ohya {Sent 6:30AM}
Fine -Ohya {Sent 6:31AM}
Just remember you said you’d get free drinks for me! -Ohya {Sent 6:31AM}
 
Got it! Thanks! -Akira {Read 6:35AM}
 
Actually, wait -Ohya {Sent 6:36AM}
Before I forget -Ohya {Sent 6:36AM}
You wanted some media intel on him, right? -Ohya {Sent 6:37AM}
Well he’s got this rumor about him, it’s kinda weird. Basically, people say
he’ll date anyone who asks. But here’s the catch, apparently he breaks up with
them in a few days after. Something like a week’s time. The even weirder part
is people always say they loved the one week they had with them. -Ohya {Sent 6:
38AM}
You there? -Ohya {Sent 6:46AM}
Hello? -Ohya {Sent 6:50AM}
Fine, whatever. Just remember drinks are on you, I told Lala you promised! -
Ohya {Sent 6:54AM}
 
Convenient. Akira thought to himself, if he asked the detective out they’d both
be running on a one week deadline. Plus, the inevitable break up would make
leaving easier.
 
Suddenly, a sharp ringing from the bell atop the door cut through the quiet
cafe, even though Akira was expecting company a part of him was still caught
off guard. Now wasn’t the time to be nervous, he had a job to do and the first
step was making a killer cup of coffee to impress the boy.
 
As Akechi stepped through the door, Akira couldn’t help but stare. The boy had
this aura about him that practically screamed ‘look at me!’ On top of that, his
outfit was odd; wearing a sweater vest in this weather must’ve been exhausting
Akira thought to himself. Before Akira could continue to judge his poor
clothing choices their eyes made contact during Akechi’s inital scan of the
room.
 
He must’ve been looking for Ohya. Akira felt a little bad for tricking him like
this, but he knew that he was going to help Akechi. And that’s all that
mattered. That was how the plan always went; be his friend, help him be happy,
teach him optimism, and then disappear.
 
As Akechi finally realized Ohya wasn’t there, his phone suddenly made a light
beep. Everything was going perfectly. Ohya definitely held up her end of the
bargain and now it was time to spring into action.
 
Akira put on a warm smile and gestured to the detective.
 
The clacking of Akechi’s dress shoes filled the room as he hesitantly found his
way toward the barista, he looked unsure of himself. The booths were filled so
Akechi didn’t have the option to sit anywhere else but at the counter.
 
Akira gave Akechi a grin as the boy sat down onto the stool in front of him.
“Well look at you,” Akira’s tone held an erotic air to it, “you’re definitely
the hottest person here.”
 
Akechi’s face flared up with a blush. “Wh-what did you...” he stuttered out, he
looked like he was choking on his own breath. Before he could panic anymore,
Akira continued
 
“Want an iced coffee? You’re probably burning up in that sweater.”
 
In that moment, Akira could’ve sworn he heard something close to a yelp but
also something like a squeak. Akechi looked somewhere between angry,
embarrassed, and sad; but Akira could tell he was trying to play it cool.
 
Akechi cleared his throat, “Y-yeah!” he struggled out, before feigning a smile,
trying to buy time to let his face cool down.
 
Akira turned to grab a pitcher behind him, before filling a tall glass with the
dark liquid. Akechi seemed like the type to like sweet things, so Akira made
sure to bring him back something to that caliber.
 
“So, what brings a pleasant boy like you to this tiny cafe?” Akira asked, his
tone was almost rudely sarcastic; he wasn’t even facing Akechi while he mixed
cream and sweetener to the cup.
 
“O-oh!” the brunette still seemed skittish, “I-I uh… had to meet with someone
for my birthday, it ended up getting cancelled though.”
 
Akira giggled as he turned to give the cup to the brunette, “Ah! So it wasn’t
your choice to come here,” he gave a lighthearted smile and continued, “and I’m
sorry to hear about the birthday plans and all.”
 
Before they could stew in the awkward air, Akira wore his signature smirk and
gestured for Akechi to take a sip.
 
“It’s okay, you’ll like it. Promise.”
 
The barista stared into Akechi’s soul as lifted the cup to his lips and took a
sip. Akira knit his brows and watched like a hawk, trying to study his face for
a reaction. Suddenly, Akechi loudly cleared his throat, breaking Akira’s
concentration.
 
“Excuse me, Mr. Barista. I’m trying to enjoy my coffee here,” his sarcastic
tone filled Akira’s head.
 
Akira blinked a few times and shook his head to wake himself up. He let out a
light chuckle, “uh my bad,” he said before clearing his throat, “g-good right?”
 
Akechi nodded and gave Akira a vibrant smile, “It’s great!” his warm smile put
Akira at ease, “you don’t have to worry,”
 
Akira let out a mental sigh of relief, having someone you needed to impress
with a drink was oddly nerve wracking. He smiled back before putting his elbow
on the countertop and resting his chin on the palm of his hand. He wasn’t about
to show his weak side.
 
“Not worrying,” Akira chuckled slyly, “just thinkin’ about how a pretty boy
like you got stood up on their birthday. A celebrity no less!”
 
Akechi was attractive, Akira knew he was being a little pushy and too forward.
It made sense why people would constantly ask Akechi out, he had this hidden
allure to him. Akira hadn’t ever had a target like this before; most of his
targets for thief work weren’t necessarily looking to date him, so he never had
to worry before. He could tell there was an attraction in the air, so it was
hard not to play it up. And it was even harder since, Akechi was trying to be
suave too; it was only natural to one-up at every opportunity.
 
A faint blush tinted Akechi’s face as his eyes avoid contact with Akira’s,
“It’s not like that, I- uh had an interview. She’s nice so I thought maybe she
wanted to just spend time together...”
 
“Oh? Well then, I can interview you too you know,” Akira raised a brow and
continued, “name’s Akira and I work here part time to cover for the owner when
he has to be away. Hmmm, let’s see… what else?”
 
While Akira pondered what to bring up, he couldn’t help but think about how
Akechi was a lot more shy than he was expecting. He looked so prim and proper
on television and on top of that, he seemed much more confident on there as
well.
 
Akira tapped his finger on his cheek, unsure what else to say, “I can play the
piano pretty well and uh- I’m kinda a cat person.”
 
He glanced over at Akechi, concerned he might’ve been boring the other boy.
Before he could worry anymore, Akechi smiled back once their eyes met and began
to speak.
 
“I’m Goro Akechi, but you probably knew that already. I’m- um...” he paused,
before letting out a chuckle, “I guess I don’t mind cats, but I can’t say I
have the ability to play instruments.”
 
Akira couldn’t help but laugh loudly, not caring about the looks he got.
 
It felt like it was just them in the cafe, like all the chatter was gone. Akira
enjoyed doing Phantom Thief work. It made him feel like he wasn’t so alone all
the time, like he had all the friends in the world. Akira didn’t want to spend
his life worrying about things, so work like this was a good distraction.
 
“So what’s detective work like?” Akira said as he began to wipe down a wet part
of the countertop, “got any new leads?”
 
Akechi couldn’t help but laugh loudly, “New leads? I just stick my nose where
it doesn’t belong, but I guess you could say I’m close to solving a case.
Unfortunately, my colleagues haven’t been much help...” he said, wearing a
disappointed look.
 
“Aw, poor thing.” Akira patted the boy’s shoulder, “Fuck the police.” he said
playfully.
 
Akechi let out a laugh, “No, no it wasn’t all that bad! Plus, I don’t think you
should be saying that; you sound like a criminal,” he paused “It’s just…”
 
Akechi paused a second time, unsure how to phrase it.
 
“I mean, I like working with the police force, but…”  His voice began to lower
and his tone shifted, “I just feel like at times they don’t listen.”
 
He looked almost hurt, like he needed to be comforted. Akira could sense the
shift in mood as Akechi spoke, but before he could do or say anything Akechi
continued.
 
“H-hey, uh- so what time do you usually open?” An awkward air filled the room,
Akira knew he was trying to act like nothing was bothering him.
 
“Y-yeah, seven,” Akira hastily replied, still caught off guard by the sudden
change of topic.
 
“T-thanks, could I- uh see you again?”
 
Akira gave Akechi a warm smile, “of course, unless the place burns down or
somethin’”
 
Akechi smiled back and began to get up, they hadn’t spent much time talking.
Where did he need to go? Akira was worried he made him uncomfortable, why did
he suddenly need to leave? Akria’s body moved on it’s own and grabbed Akechi’s
hand.
 
“Wait!”
 
Akechi looked down at their hands before looking up at Akira, a light blush
warmed his face up.
 
“W-what?” Akechi asked, looking like a deer in headlights.
 
Akira swallowed down the lump in his throat, “Y-your interview thingy was
planned out today. Since they cancelled and all, why not hang out with me?” he
felt weird doing this, but he needed to get closer to him. “Wanna, you know,
get breakfast? You’re not busy are you?”
 
“Uh- oh- I, um, s-sure!” Akechi blurted in a panic.
 
“Great!” Akira began to untie his apron and made his way around the counter,
“The owner’s in the back so he won’t mind. Where’d you wanna go? I dunno the
area too well, so it’s up to you!”
 
Akechi’s face was covered in a cherry red tint, his blush was so vibrant it
looked like he had an illness. Akira could tell he wasn’t used to someone
thisforward. Akira gave Akechi a reassuring smile, like he was making a promise
to make his day better.
 
“L-let’s go to this pancake place,” Akechi stammered out “I, uh, I like it a
lot.”
 
Akira gave a soft smile, “I could tell you had a sweet tooth,” he grabbed his
hand again and pulled him toward the door leading to the sunlit sidewalk,
“let’s go!”
 
“W-wait!” Akechi said, almost sounding like he had forgotten how to speak,
“what about the drink?”
 
“Nah, don’t worry ‘bout it! It’s your birthday!” Akira laughed, “my treat!”
 
Akira pulled the nervous detective along, smiling all the way there, not caring
that they were blatantly holding hands. Akechi blindly followed him along
toward the street, hopefully he couldn’t feel how sweaty his hand was.
Chapter End Notes
     Happy Birthday Akechi, sorry to have Ohya bail on you like that lmao.
     I'm so sorry this took so long to update this time around, I ended up
     writing two other fics haha but this baby is still my main squeeze!
     Thanks for reading up to this point! All of your support and love is
     so appreciated! I love you guys and I just want a happy ending for
     Akechi!
End Notes
     Thanks for reading to the end! I really hope you liked it! Comments
     and kudos are super appreciated!
      
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