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call me out


	There's a war we can't ignore, waging silence on our lives. We will overcome, let the cowards run and hide. We were born to take it back, This is revelational - I am not afraid, love is coming out to play. They'll chain our hands And close the door - There's nothing worse Than wanting more. We come outside, They run and hide. In the morning sun, baby we were born to run. larcenies ★ enchain

kurusu akira


	The harder I push, The more that I live. The years that it took, To be understood. and The harder I strive, The more that I - The hunger I hide the more that I - And the longer i go, the more that i choke, the hands on my throat i've been waiting for. and the harder i pull, the more that i - i know that i will the more that i - neraiuchi ★ backstops ★ catchalls

miyuki kazuya


	I wait in intermission, I remove inhibition. I don't speak, nobody's listen. It's not safe to seek the attention. I won't sink, I won't wallow, In this dream that I have borrowed. So don't lead, I won't follow. There's no sense in waiting for tomorrow. undergrowl

okumura koushuu


	Give me a disaster, give me emergency, stand me at the head of the crusades without a remedy. Show me to the shipwreck, show me how your bones shake. And when I'm at the edge of sorrow's blade, show me how a heart breaks. Be steady on your feet, no matter the trouble you meet. socials ★ televisory ★ housekey

seta souji


	But if all we are is just machines, then let's become a miracle And break free from these chains. We must be more than just machines, So let them hear our hearts, so let them hear our hearts. Where will you run when there's no place left for you to hide? When you're faced with the flood, will you stand for the future, And swallow your pride? refate ★ prefates

shinonome kon


	Take a step, take another step, take another step, not a care for where they fall. You burned me, yeah you've burned me, yeah you've burned me now one too many times. My thoughts are the cold kind, I've got storm clouds that are brewing behind my eyes. And my heart will be blacker than your eyes when I'm through with you. icyhot ★ disavowals ★ masterpieced

todoroki shouto

furuya	ryousuke	itsuki	akaashi	iwaizumi	kuroo
iida	kirishima	yang	souma	shiro	gladio
nyx	707	unknown	amaterasu	kasu gami	ken
shinjiro	minato	chie	makoto	red

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Considering how much exploring he's done, the diner is probably one of his favorite places to swing by after school, before he goes to talk to Iwai usually, even if it's just to pick something up to take with him. (Or to Iwai and his son.) Sure, Big Bang Burger isn't... bad, necessarily, but he's a little tired after working up to being able to beat the challenges. He definitely went home after each one and did pull-ups from the rafters just to burn some of it off.

"It's no problem," he offers, settling his now-empty bag down next to him. He keeps it unzipped, in case Morgana decides to come back from walking around, but otherwise focuses on Yusuke. The corners of his mouth twitch up a little bit, as he decides on the same. "I like being able to save the funds for other things, like making sure everyone's gear is up to date, or that we're well-stocked in the case of something happening. But it's nice being able to treat myself and others when I can."

"So I happen to be the lucky recipient of your generosity today?" Yusuke chuckles. "I certainly can't complain. And they say food tastes even better when enjoyed in good company."

Yes, Yusuke is more aware than ever these days that he classifies as what most would consider odd. Living an isolated life in Madarame's atelier, he had little social interaction to act as a benchmark for what passes as normal in society. Hearing others comment on his eccentricities stings, but he still lacks the means by which to change.

But Akira is different from other people, even among their comrades in the Phantom Thieves. The bespectacled boy is often quirky himself, with off-the-cuff remarks and quietly outlandish ideas, yet he is respected and admired by their fellows. Oftentimes Yusuke finds himself wishing he could be more like Akira, possessed of a natural charisma that draws in the outcast and lonely. It gives their leader a sort of beauty all his own. That beauty is what makes Yusuke gravitate to him, gives weight to the orders and plans he issues as Joker. Society sees Akira as a criminal, but Yusuke knows his friend's heart is golden and bright.

"Every day I find myself more indebted to you." Yusuke pushes the sweep of his bangs away from his face, smiling faintly. "It is not a debt I mind, however, and it has nothing to do with money. Each day is a gift of freedom, unbound by lies and self-deception. I feel I can truly begin to live now, all thanks to you. You and our other comrades, of course."

Akira can't help but give him a lopsided smile, sitting back on his side of the booth and regarding Yusuke thoughtfully. "I wouldn't go so far as to say it's generosity. I just enjoy having the company of my friends, and you're right - food tastes better when enjoyed in good company."

That's part of why he works so hard to learn everything from Sojiro, once the man opened up to him, offered him his craft. He'd effectively inherited the perfected curry recipe, and he has every intention of making sure that he gets it just right, so that he can not only carry on the legacy, but also so that he can share it with his friends. They're all a bunch of outcasts, for whatever reason, but... he feels like they're the reason he's even able to do any of these things.

All he's ever wanted to do was help. But the more they learned, the more apparent it became that Akira couldn't do it alone. And he hadn't wanted to, either, whether it came to attending Shujin where he was shunned and slandered, or if it came down to facing Shadows and the adults that were shaped by them and their warped desires.

His smile straightens out, a proper uptick on both sides. "You were the one that freed yourself, in the end. I think the best way you can pay back that debt is to make sure you keep living freely, no matter what anyone says."

"Friends...." Yusuke rolls the word in his brain, tastes the shape and vibration of it on his lips and tongue, and finds it pleasant. Friends are such a new concept. Once he might've said he didn't need them, but would such a declaration been self-deceptive, or was he simply so accustomed to being alone that a different state was utterly foreign? Akira is his friend, as are the other Thieves, even Ryuji with his loud brashness and Futaba with her continuous teasing. He wouldn't trade any of them for anything else.

"To be so fortunate as to have friends like you, I feel I am truly blessed. Indeed, my world feels much brighter now for having you in it. I promise not to waste such a gift."

He smiles when the waitress brings them their coffee. Where once his smiles were polite but empty things, never reaching far enough to wipe the hollow numbness from his eyes, Yusuke finds it much easier now to offer genuine ones even to those touching his life for only an instant. The coffee isn't Leblanc's-- and certainly isn't Akira's best personal effort-- but it's decent enough with a touch of cream after the first few sips.

"If I might ask a favor? Would you be willing to model for a painting one day? In our... other most frequented setting, if you understand my meaning." There's no denying how striking a picture Joker makes in the Metaverse, and after their first artistic foray, Yusuke knows they can handle any Shadows that might come their way.

There's only a soft, affirmative noise in response to the word, as if Akira is letting Yusuke turn it over. He knows for a fact they're all friends, and all of them fill a different roll in each others' lives. Futaba, for instance, is the little sister he never had. Morgana, hilariously enough, is what he would easily call his best friend. But he would be hard pressed to say the others all fill that sort of space, being his best friends in different ways. Yusuke, for all his oddness and social unawareness, is as well, and he cherishes everything that others might call strange.

Yusuke is just fine the way he is, he thinks. "I'll hold you to that, and make the same promise to you. I'm lucky that I got to meet you and the others."

His own smile comes easy - he's a regular here, having spent so many rainy days studying or bringing friends here or meeting the Iwais - but for a while there, it was a little halfhearted. Making friends with Ryuji, and Morgana, and Ann, Yusuke. With everyone. It made it more real, more easy to call upon. He understands all of his friends, and where they come from, when it comes to that, and he couldn't be more grateful for them than he is.

There's a pause where he perks up, always ready to give a favor. And... Yusuke's doesn't surprise him, really. But Akira inclines his head as he adds a splash of cream to his own coffee, which needs it, in his opinion, unlike Sojiro's or his own. "I'd be happy to, and honored to."

Yusuke breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank you. I was worried you might've had quite enough of art after the fiasco with Sen-- with Madarame." That habit is so irritatingly difficult to break. The man raised him for so many years, and even with the revelation of Madarame's true nature, Yusuke still finds himself slipping often. It leaves him feeling vaguely nauseated every time.

Quickly, he steers himself back on topic. "You said that love comes in many forms. Friendship is itself a form of love, correct? Then if I seek to portray the pure beauty of love, it is only fitting that I capture the camaraderie I share with my fellow Thieves." And of course, Akira deserves the honor of his first attempt, since Yusuke is closest to him out of the group. "You needn't worry that anyone will discover who we are, this work will be a study purely for my own benefit."

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