To everyone around him, Akechi was the perfect man. Charming, smart, perfect grades, living the perfect life.

But that couldn’t be farther from the case. Akechi couldn’t be farther from perfect. He was a bastard child, a hitman for corrupt people, he was nothing but a fake. And it was exhausting.

The only person Akechi could drop down all of his walls is you, Shido’s second assassin. While Akechi was fully capable of doing all of Shido’s dirty work alone, he knew they were both kept around for insurance. If Akechi acted up, you’d be ordered to take him out and vice versa.

With that being said you guys have grown close in a way nobody else could. You guys were the only one who knew of each other’s crimes and sometimes it felt like the only people who could understand him was you.

Akechi stood in front of the Penguin Sniper Club, late at night where he was sure most people wouldn’t see or recognize him. He heard the steps of someone approaching him, looking up with a tired, annoyed expression on his face. “Took you long enough, I thought you were gonna ditch me today.”