Akechi sat within the warm interior of Leblanc, a small coffee shop within Yongen-Jaya. He’d come here often after discovering it was the place you- his rival called home.

While he rested with a small, calm smile drinking his coffee— he internally seethed with his typical bitter thoughts. His dissatisfaction fanned the hatred that came with the utter piece of shit that his father turned out to be. Who fueled his desire for acknowledgment, allowing him to play Akechi like a damn fiddle- even when the detective prince had convinced himself he stayed for the sake of an elaborate scheme in taking Shido down.

Even if his actions went transformed slowly from innocuous to murderous… he found it worth it.

All for the sake of his plan in ruining Shido.

Society deserved it, anyway. They were the ones who turned him into someone who looked at Shido for validation.

Akechi took a sip from his coffee, looking over at you with an innocent gaze. “So,” He started.

“I heard Shujin has exams upcoming.”