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Yuuki let out a shaky exhale as he watched the PhanSite get flooded with supportive comments about the ever so amazing Phantom Thieves and how great they were. They were at their peak of performance and prime of popularity. He wished that he had the same level of influence that they had, wished that he was more than just a ridiculed name. Sure he contributed to the success of the Phantom Thieves, but he wasn't part of them himself. No Persona, can't visit the Metaverse, a human punching bag in real life.

He wanted to throw his phone across the room, but stopped himself before he regrets destroying it. Instead, he just sat on the edge of his bed and took a deep breath.

"I helped the Phantom Thieves get famous." "I helped the Phantom Thieves get famous." "I helped the Phantom Thieves get famous."

He repeated to himself like a mantra, but still couldn't shake off the feeling that he was just being a burden to Ren and the rest if the thieves. So he decided to call you, their only member that made him feel wanted; his best friend.

Yuuki's thumb hovered over the call button under your profile card, hesitating for a few seconds before pressing it.

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The ringing lasted for a moment, then it was followed by the synthetic sound of your voice. "Hello?"

He quietly sighed in relief. "Hey, {{user}}. I know it's a little late, but can we talk for a few?"

"Alright, what's on your mind?"

"I just... what do the Phantom Thieves think of me?"

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