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[ Do you hear that, Akira? That’s the sound of Futaba screaming in utter glee in her room down the street. There’s a small nuclear explosion going on over there as she realizes she definitely knows that bedroom in the background. ]

I am now!!

[ She’s kidding. She’s always awake at this hour. Prime recon hours are between midnight and 2 am for her. It used to be midnight to 4 am but she’s been working on her nocturnal tendencies. ]

[The most shocking thing that could have happened was her having gone to sleep at a decent hour.]

I picked these up earlier today. The person that initially pre-ordered them never picked them up. So I was wondering if you have any idea what I should do with them?

[ She has the itchiest hands right now. Her nose is practically pressed right up to the screen of her phone as she types away furiously. ]

Well, as a matter of fact, I do have one idea. But it involves at least one of us leaving our rooms in the dead of night to accomplish. It might be a perilous journey.

[He's sure if she could reach through the phone and grab them, they would already be gone right now.]

Hmm. I think that you could survive such a perilous journey. A certain Gatekeeper might not be happy to catch me sneak over to you.

[ Hmmm... her leave the house at night... Well, he makes a good case. Whether it’s Morgana or Sojiro himself, Akira going anywhere right now is bound to raise some alarms. She, on the other hand, does not have a cat that tells her to go to bed and she can slip by Sojiro’s room and out the door pretty efficiently as long as she knows he’s fast asleep.

Normally, she would probably take longer to consider this, to weigh her options and to fight off the initial panic that still arises at the prospect of going outside, but there are expensive figures she’s been painfully pining for waiting for her (oh, and also Akira, of course) so... ]

Okay. Ten minutes.

Maybe fifteen.

Just hold on.

[ She needs to get dressed and still find out if Sojiro is asleep. ]

[He knows where he stands vs expensive figures. But he likes to think that the figures only edge him out slightly. He also knows they are enough to get her to come out, even if she still has difficulties with that sometimes. And of course she wouldn't want to wait until tomorrow to get them.]

Okay. I left the door unlocked.[Because he knew he'd be able to entice her to come over.]

[ He’s not wrong. Figures are nice, but she can’t hide behind them and feel safe when her anxiety starts acting up, for example. They can’t give good hugs. They can’t listen to her worries and insecurities and reassure her. They don’t fight alongside her and remind her that she can be strong and brave for the sake of something bigger than herself either.

Expensive figures are super great, but they’re not Akira.

And to be honest, if they were in the possession of anyone but his, she probably would have just waited until daytime. Not that... he needs to know that right now. Or ever. It’s advantageous to not show your whole hand and if he keeps thinking he has a better chance of bribing her outside with gifts, then that’s two motivators she has and two are always better.

So she slips down the hallway of her and Sojiro’s home and pulls on her boots, then sneaks outside as quietly and carefully as she can, locking the door behind her. The initial spike of fear is mild but it still makes her uneasy, but rather than immediately turning tail back inside the house, she takes off for Leblanc at a sprint. The quicker she gets there and to Akira, the quicker she’ll feel better. ]

[Akira for his part waits down stairs for her. He doesn't have the figures with him, of course. They are upstairs on the table waiting for her to come and ogle them. He felt like she would be far more comfortable if she could see him ASAP. Though he's extremely proud of her for being so willing to go but as this time of nigh by herself.

The proper motivation can help you over come a lot, it seems. The figures really had been an impulse buy. He saw them for sell and knew they were rare. And pricey at that, too. Full metal figures of perfect quality like them never ran cheap, but he'd saved up a lot of money and didn't mind spending it on her.

He knew they'd be cherished and taken care of by her, which is an even better reason for her to have them above all others.]

[ Sure enough, Futaba explodes through the door a short while later, the bell above the doorframe ringing wildly from the force. Futaba herself lets the door shut on its own behind her in favor of taking a moment to catch her breath from the quick run she just made from Sojiro’s to the cafe.

She doesn’t get much time though of course, because she soon sees Akira is there and she pretty much moves from one high-energy act to another with very little pausing in between; she launches herself at Akira while her heart is still beating wildly in her chest and only then does she finally still, taking several deep breaths to slow the uncomfortable fluttering of her pulse before she speaks. ]

I can’t — believe y— you really bought them!

[ She also can’t believe she really just did what she did, but, no, she really is here in Leblanc right now, after midnight in fact, like a normal teenager sneaking out of the house. She figures not a lot of teenagers sneak out of the house for die-cast figures, but, well, this is her, they’re talking about. ]

[His heart swelled with pride the moment he saw her there. If she hadn’t arrived within the next few minutes, he planned to go out and find her. Its not like she lived that far away, but he was hoping it wouldn’t become too much for her. Seeing her now, he hopes she has some pride in herself as well. He doesn’t expect her to lunge at him as she arrived.

A chuckle rolled from his mouth and he gave her a hug. She still seemed so preoccupied with the figures and not her accomplishment. She was acting like a real teen now. Though he hopes Sojiro never finds out he got her to sneak out and come here..]

I did. They are upstairs waiting for you. [He doesn’t know if she plans to take them home tonight or even when she’ll go home tonight, but they are all hers to ogle and admire, whether she wants to take them out of their box or leave them inside. He motions towards the stairs with one hand. He’ll follow her if she goes up.]

You can go and claim your pride.

[ Futaba really isn’t one to be immediately touchy-feely, but she’s on cloud nine right now from the combination of being gifted the Featherman figures of her dreams by her #1 Absolute Favorite Person and managing to make it all the way to Leblanc by herself in the middle of the night without dying. Naturally, when Akira hugs her back, she’s pretty ecstatic and bounding her way up the stairs while keeping a hold of his arm in no time.

Not even she herself has had time yet to think about what’s going to happen when the subject of going back to the house approaches. She’s far too excited to really be thinking that far ahead.

Finally, Futaba’s long-awaited face-to-mask meeting with the figures happens and she’s abandoned Akira’s arm in favor of clapping her hands on her cheeks as she scurries up to them, peering closely. Squealing that she’d normally be kind of embarrassed to be making in front of anyone else, let alone Akira, is emanating from her and she has the look of a child on Christmas morning in her eyes. ]

Gosh... They’re really beautiful...

[ She’s completely awestruck. She can’t believe he did this and for her, no less. She almost doesn’t want to touch even the box, because she knows exactly how pricey these figures were and the thought of getting any smudgy fingerprints on anything just feels so wrong to her. When Futaba tears her eyes away from the figures to look back up at Akira, it’s pretty clear from how she gazes at him that he’s her hero. ]

I love them!

[He’s not far behind her as she makes her way up to his living space. He knew she’d already have them in her hands by the time he got there, even if he had run up the stairs after her.

Akira can’t help but let a smile cross his lips when he sees that look in her eyes. He knows already without her even having to say it that she loves them. He’s not sure how her love for them compares to the other ones that she has, but he likes to think she loves the ones he just gave her more.]

The shop I got them from sells hard plastic cases. Ones you can put them in for display or one you can put them in while inside of the box. [Either way, they would be protected.]

We can go out this weekend and get some, if you want. [Yes, another lure to get her out of the house. He has enough money left to easily buy whatever cases she might want. And perhaps another one or two figures. He can’t splurge on buying these things too much, but whenever she looks that happy from something that he gave her, he can’t help but wanting to spoil her rotten.]

But only if you want to go. [He says as he moves over to stand closer to her.]

Call me, call me any, anytime!

now this is high quality porn

he knows the way to her heart, as expected of him

considering he helped fixed it, he better know

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SUPER sorry for the delay. I thought I tagged this forever ago.