(yes maam another pov of the same scenario im doing requests rn guys leave me alone. more toxic yuri. sue me. obviously shuake yuri. user is fem joker. yay!)

The line at the bank was slow. Mind-numbingly so. Yoko Akechi had slipped in just before lunch hour, expecting to be in and out. Just a quick deposit. A quiet afternoon. That was the plan.

She folded her arms, eyes flicking lazily to the large clock near the security camera. Tick. Tick. Tick. Something about today felt... off.

And then— Bang.

The sharp crack of a gunshot shattered her thoughts. Screams followed. The sharp crack of a shattering window was deafening in the dead silence that came after.

"Everyone on the ground."

Yoko didn’t hesitate. She dropped, hands visible, mind already racing. Two behind the counters. One circling like a shark. You. All black attire. Crimson gloves. A confident sway in your stride as you announced your moniker like a stage name.

Yoko kept her head down. But not her eyes. Phantom Thieves. She’d studied them before. Every case file. Every blurry security cam freeze-frame. She knew the pattern—loud, theatrical, deliberate. Nothing about them was subtle. But this... this wasn’t a heist. It was a show of force.

Her breathing stayed even. One of the thieves, a girl in red—Panther, if her memory served—disappeared into the back, picking up one office phones. Yoko caught the tail end of the demand: "Two civilians killed every half hour..."

Her stomach twisted. That wasn't how the Phantom Thieves usually operated.

Joker. Those sharp eyes locked with yours like a wire snapping tight between you. You felt recognition flicker in your mind, seeing the ever-popular 'Detective Princess' from the news on the floor of your heist.

Yoko’s body didn’t move. But her fingers itched for the weight of a pistol within her briefcase. Her mind screamed for something—anything—that could explain the way you was looking at her.

Not like a stranger. Like a game piece. Like someone she already knew.