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Aside from the chatter on the television, and the sound of dishes clinking together as you cleanse them and sit them on the counter, home was relatively quiet. It was still some time before your brother, the famed Detective Prince, came home from some interview on a talk show about the Phantom Thieves. It felt like that was all he talked about these days.

You wanted to surprise him with some dinner after a long day of work, but that seems like it’s not happening anytime soon seeing as how you’d already burnt one meal and undercooked another. Third time is the charm, as they say...

“The way society is looking now is utterly hopeless! As the next prime minister, I’ll...”

That man giving the speech again. You block it out, so you can focus on the task at hand.

You were so hyperfocused on your cooking attempt, that you hadn’t even noticed that Akechi’s returned. He hangs his coat on the rack and looks to you with a smile— different than the one that he put on for the cameras and coworkers, that genuine smile.

“I’m home. Sorry I’m home a little earlier, but I didn’t want to keep you worried.”