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Yusuke changes his position one more time, in hopes to finally feel comfortable in the hard booth of Leblanc. His butt hurts from sitting for such a long time, and he’s so bored that he can’t even think of something to draw.
After spending the first hour sipping away at the coffee Sojiro offered him, and the next one gazing absentmindedly at Sayuri, this last hour consumed by scribbling basic sketches has completely melted his brain. He really can’t think of anything else to do. But maybe, if he just waits a little longer…
Futaba joined him in the booth at some point during the slow afternoon, but their conversation ended quickly once they started bickering about the evolution of the colour pallets used in cartoon power rangers (she knew that neon colours were WRONG and that was it, forget about any colour theory or whatever Yusuke was talking about). So, completely ignoring the younger girl, the artist doesn’t notice her judging gaze. Yusuke’s idleness was making her so nervous she couldn’t concentrate on her work.
She looks up at the hour on her laptop screen, then at Yusuke’s almost pouty face, and back at the screen. With a deep sigh, she picks up her phone. “You’re pathetic…” she whispers to herself before quickly writing a message.
Futaba (18:35): Inari’s at Leblanc
Well, that should do it. Much to her surprise, 20 minutes later Leblanc’s front door suddenly opens and a panting and sweaty Akira comes storming in. He quickly glances around the cafe until his eyes fall on the artist, then he straightens up and tries to regain his composure.
“Hey” he greets him, his voice taking a suave tone “Didn’t know you were here” he nonchalantly lies. Futaba quirks one of her eyebrows. She’s never going to help him again.
“Oh, I apologize for not telling you in advance. I hope it’s not an inconvenience ” the taller boy says, his eyes much brighter than before, almost dreamy.
“You? Never” Akira replies, taking a step closer to the booth “Wanna go upstairs?”
“Gladly” the artist responds with a nod, getting up and making his way to the stairs. Futaba is sure that if Yusuke were wearing his Metaverse suite, his tail would be wagging wildly now. Following after him, Akira opens his bag and urges a groggy Morgana out of it, letting him go back to sleep in the booth next to Futaba.
And like this, both boys take their go and leave her alone downstairs. She takes a deep sigh and turns her attention back to her laptop, now finally able to concentrate on her work once again.