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Ann stares inquisitively at Rie before staring back at Akira.
“Akira, is it okay if I could fix Rie’s-”
“No.”
Ann pouted, placing her hands on her hips. “Why not? It’s literally a bird’s nest!”
“Yeah, but that’s the only thing she inherited from me.” Akira pointed out, protectively covering his sleeping seven-year-old’s mess of a hair. From Goro’s appearance to his habit of getting lost in thought while talking to his near horrible lack of taste in fashion which Akira is desperately trying to fix, Rie is practically a mini female Goro Akechi save for her messy hair so it’s safe to assume that Akira would rather fistfight a Mara than let any insane human being fix his daughter’s hair.
He remembered telling Goro the exact same thing, complaining woefully after he learned that Sojiro tried combing Rie’s hair.
The comb somehow got stuck and Akira nearly had a heart attack when Haru gleefully suggested to cut off Rie’s hair with her ax.
Goro ended up laughing, whether at him or at the poor unfortunate comb, Akira decided to kick his traitorous fiance out of their bed and whined to Morgana later that day.
He got scratches after that.
Ann sits down on the stool of Leblanc, hands still on her hips as she looks at Akira with determination.
“Can I at least-”
“No.”
“Oh, come on!”
And the two friends wage a war against each other, Rie snoring quietly on the cushioned sit where she was laying down.
When Goro finally arrived to Leblanc after returning from his internship under the SIU, he didn’t expect was to see Akira and Ann have a verbal battle about Rie’s need of having her hair fixed.
Goro wouldn’t admit out loud, but he likes his daughter’s hair the way it is.
Speaking of Rie, Goro was even more surprised when he found her perfectly asleep while the war waged on.
Goro quirked his lips into a smile, thinking of those times when he would have a screaming match with his fellow interns over the phone inside the bedroom with Akira completely undisturbed by the noise as he remained asleep on their bed.
That frizzy hair isn’t the only thing she inherited from you, Akira.