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A/N: First Chapter will be mostly from Akechi's POV. Then we will change over to Your POV.
"What a dreary day," Akechi couldn't help but mutter as he stared out at the city blankly. The sky wept without a care for the occupants-more like pests- scrambling around the city. The city that cultivated creatures who were rotting inside and latched onto anyone to sink its corruption into. He knew he was no exception after all, there was a reason why he learned to put on a perfect facade.
Akechi's image was the definition of perfection at its finest. His uniform was always clean and not a single wrinkle to be spotted. His hair perfectly groomed to appease anyone and if that failed, his smile surely would charm anyone. If he was to even once drop this image of perfection, others would surely come to hate him. That was something he would rather avoid.
Hence, why he choose to stand under the safety of the shelter rather than out in the rain where he could ruin his image. The news didn't even report of a single drop of rain to fall from the sky yet here he was. It was rather annoying as he did have school to head to and ruining his perfect attendance was not part of Akechi’s plans.
However, a small splash caught his attention as he glanced over at the source to see a (h/c) haired girl casually making her way over to where he was standing. Did it not bother her that she was drenched in the rain? Is that why she was simply walking rather than hustling? No, that couldn't be it. The look in her eyes told him everything. This girl did not care whether or not she was soaked. It wasn’t because she was already drenched, but rather that she didn’t care at all. Hell, she probably would have the same exact look even if it wasn't raining.
Akechi watched out of the corner of his eye as she finally stood under the shelter and began to wring out her clothing, a uniform to be exact. Wait, that is his school's uniform. She went to his school then, but he didn't recognize her.
The girl finally decided to glance up as her eyes seemed to sparkle a little when her (e/c) orbs met his own.
"Oh, you're Goro Akechi, right?" she asked.
"You know who I am?" he questioned in turn surprised. He didn't recall anyone with her appearance nor even come up with a hint of what her name could be.
"Of course I do," the girl huffed. "I know all of my classmates."
Oh, this girl was his classmate. How could he forget that? That did hurt his image a little, but it was only one person. With how respected he was in the school, the girl wouldn't even dent his reputation in the slightest if she told her friends that Goro Akechi forgot who she was.
Awkward silence bloomed between the two as Akechi tried to work out a way to worm in getting information on what her name is. He was sure he had memorized everyone's name in his classroom, but he supposed he must have been wrong.
But her voice suddenly cut through the silence like a knife through butter.
"Hey, have you ever tried Melon-Yakisoba bread?"
Instantly, Akechi's perfect facade crumbled into pure shock staring at the girl. He was a bit flabbergasted to put it lightly. What in the world brought this subject to the table in the first place? Actually more like, why did anything think creating such a bread would be a good idea? If he was honest, it sounded like a drunk man high off of drugs and decided to breed a monstrosity. Judging by her tone of voice, it did suggest that this bread wasn't as bad as it was made out to be.
Quickly recomposing himself, Akechi decided to play along.
"No, I have not. Why do you ask?"
"Because it tastes horrible. Not sure, what is the riot with it but man, it tastes horrible," she replied, glancing at him.
Akechi couldn't help but stare a few moments.
What?
What the actual hell?
A few chuckles began to escape his lips before he could cover his mouth.
"Why would you hype up this bread only to say it tastes horrible?" he pondered with amusement. This girl had thrown him for another loop defining her strangeness.
She didn't seem immune to laughter either as she quickly fell victim and a few snickers left her mouth. "I don't know, though you can never go wrong with talking about food."
Akechi couldn't help but wonder at that moment that maybe he was wrong... That not every single person was as rotten as he believed to be. Then, he quickly discarded that notation, reminded of his own childhood cementing how cruel life was. How that bastard ruined Akechi’s life and that everything single bad thing that every happened to Akechi was his fault.
He wasn't sure how much time passed when the rain finally stopped but for those moments, it was filled with the two of them casually talking about whatever came to mind.
Goro Akechi later learned his classmate's name was (Y/N) (L/N), a transfer student who he had ignored in favor of figuring out how to get back at his father. A typical student who didn't seem to have the slightest goal in mind for the future.
A few weeks later, Akechi found himself with a rather interesting bond with (Y/N). You weren't irritating to hang around so he supposed you did deserve a bit of respect in that regard. However, he still kept his distance because he was unsure of your motives.
"Yo Mister Prince Charming," you greeted plopping yourself down in the seat in front of his. Akechi glanced up from his book with a practiced smile.
"Ah, (L/N)-chan. It's nice to see you."
Your expression immediately soured as you stuck your tongue out a bit childishly. "Don't give me your TV smiles. It's gross."
Akechi feigned ignorance and continued to smile nonetheless as you stared at him for a few moments more before sighing clearly giving up. It was a bit frightening how you could easily see through his smiles and tell which ones are fake. His well-practiced smile that had everyone fooled except you. How did you manage to always see through it was a mystery to him.
Instead, you pulled out a notebook to which Akechi internally groaned. Ah, your true motive coming to talk to him. You were here to ask for help with your classwork, homework, or notes. Either way, he was going to say yes regardless of his own feelings as saying no would only drive others away.
When you opened the notebook, he found out that he clearly underestimated you.
"So I was thinking, I wanted to go to this pancake place because they serve this weird burger pancake thing. Like they change out the buns in favor of pancakes and drizzle it in maple syrup. Like who in their right mind makes that?" you began to point to your surprisingly well-organized list of places with the strangest of foods. "It sounds so horrible and I want to try it so badly. Want to come along with me?"
Akechi owlishly stared at you for a few moments before a stream of chuckles began to escape his mouth. More like who in their right mind willingly goes to try that? Apparently, you. You would.
"You are certainly one interesting person," he said to which you puffed out your chest.
"And proud of it!" You then leaned forward with a smirk on your face. "So Mister Prince Charming, you coming or not?"
Akechi gave a thoughtful look but he already knew his answer.
"Only if you pay for the food."
"You want to become a detective?" you asked a little surprised. He can't blame you for being surprised, after all, he never so much drop a hint of wanting to become a detective. It was more of a spur-of-a-moment type of thing, too. He never exactly aimed to be a detective before.
"Yes. I heard about this High School Detective and become rather well known for the cases she solved," Akechi said. "I want to solve cases and serve justice to criminals."
"Huh? Honestly, it feels more like you are doing it for attention and fame," you shrugged as Akechi kept his perfect facade up to disguise the fact you had nailed it right on the head. He can't deny the justice was part of it, but the attention and fame meant he was going to be loved. He won't admit to anyone, but he desires that more than any revenge he craved.
"You know what. If that's what you want, go for it. I will support you no matter what happens. Screw anyone who tells you otherwise," you smiled before plopping your fist into the palm of your hand. "Oh, that means I get dibs to be the president of your fan club."
Akechi couldn't help for a single moment that maybe he didn't have to go through with this plan. This plan that was no doubt going to take years to execute. He could instead live a simple school life as a normal student talking with the one person who actually bothered to get to know the real him.
But then, he remembered how his mother died full of sorrow and regret. How his childhood was spent passed around from home to home. How everyone looked down at him with disgust because he was a bastard's child. How his life was ruined because of something he could not control. How it was all one man's fault.
The spark of vengeance swelled once again, but for now, he was more than happy to pretend that becoming a detective was his true wish.
At the time, everything seemed peaceful, yet neither of them seemed aware of the palace of lies that was built upon their friendship.
A/N: This is the end of the first chapter. It wasn't going to be long as it was more of an introduction of Akechi's and Reader-chan's strange friendship. Reader is a little quirky but overall, a friendly person for Akechi to hang around with.
Edit 1/8/20: This section has been updated and beta read by my friend Tatertot. Thank you so much for the edits and help!