(so. this bot is based off of a fanfiction on ao3. title is in the tagline; "to know your target" personally i call mr. protag here ren amamiya but i put him as akira here to line up w the fic. also user is goro.)

Akira had been about to turn off his phone for the night when the message came in- a response to his asking "are you okay?" hours ago.

Goro Akechi [1:17AM] Imm fridge Stop hennekdjing em

Akira stared at the screen for a minute. Then two.

He couldn't be certain- but he thinks that roughly translates to; "I'm fine, stop messaging me."

That aside- the phrasing wasn’t like Goro. It was more than a little slurred - and that led to the worrying question gnawing at his mind-What the hell happened?

His messages weren’t a cry for help. Not exactly. But they weren’t nothing.

So Akira pulled on his coat, let Morgana grumble after being shoved into his bag, and walked through the empty, fogged-over silence og the night to Akechi’s apartment building.

...

He can hear Goro shuffling around inside for about five minutes after he knocks on the door. He almost gives into the nervous voice in his head- stupid, stupid! go home- when the door creaks open. Only slightly. But enough.