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Family had never been a significant part of Haru’s life.
Her mother had passed away when she was small, and one of her earliest memories was attending her mother’s funeral and standing in the rain, hand in hand with her father. That day was the only time she had ever seen her father cry, silently, as if it was something he had to keep secret.
“Daddy? Are you okay?”
Kunikazu frowned, wiping away his tears. “I’m okay. I just… I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
Haru couldn’t help but notice that he stopped crying after that. The two of them stood together, unmoving. None of the other people at the funeral tried to speak to them and, that day, Haru and her father were miserable together. Nothing would change that.
Following that day, Haru’s father withdrew from her completely. He spent more time in the office, away on business trips or meeting with associates. Everywhere except with his daughter, it seemed.
Years passed. Haru could count the number of birthdays Kunikazu had been present for on one hand, had long since lost track of the number of school events he had missed, and had long since given up on trying to get him to eat dinner with her.
They were strangers sharing a home.
That's why she was surprised when he came home one night and sat down for dinner with her, instead of retreating to his office like usual. Luckily, she had prepared two portions, planning to take the other to school the next day, so she quickly served both and brought them to the table.
For a few moments, neither of them spoke, as Kunikazu ate his stir-fry. “This is excellent,” he said, between bites. “When did you become such a good cook?”
During the ten years you spent ignoring me…
Haru gave him a sweet smile. “I’ve been taking some classes after school. It’s been fun.”
“That's good. A woman your age should know how to cook. It’s an important skill.”
Haru nodded. “Of course, Father.”
“You’re grown up so much. It’s about time we started discussing your future marriage.”
There it was. The other shoe had finally dropped… She knew her father must have had an ulterior motive to joining her for dinner, and there it was.
Marriage.
He wanted her to get married.
The soft smile on her lips didn’t break, practised as it was. “I’d be happy to Father.”
He smiled. “Good. I have a few associates whose sons are looking for a wife. I’ll get in touch with them.”
The rest of the dinner passed in silence, until Kunikazu excused himself from the table to make a few phone calls. Left alone in the kitchen, Haru washed up the plates from dinner, and once that was done, retired to her room for the night.
***
That was one of the last times Haru spoke to her father. He had been busy with a handful of business deals and arranging her marriage with Sugimura. and she was busy working with the Phantom Thieves to change his heart, so it was rare that they were in the house at the same time.
Then, he died.
Live on camera, she watched with the rest of her new friends as black ooze streamed from his eyes, a choking sound dying in his throat, and he fell to the floor. She couldn’t stop staring at Ann’s phone.
He was dead. Her father couldn’t be dead. But there he was, on the screen, lying dead on the floor.
It took Makoto wrapping her arms around Haru, shielding her from the video which was still playing, for Haru to finally snap out of her trance-like state.
Her father was dead, and the last time they had spoken had been a dry exchange several weeks prior. She didn’t even get to say goodbye to him. The world couldn’t be more unfair.
Makoto held her like that for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes, the rest of the thieves similarly quiet and unmoving.
Their previously fun night had been ruined…
***
Akira was the one who suggested Haru could stay the night with him at Sojiro’s house. At first, Haru protested, saying she would be fine on her own, but Akira refused to budge.
“You’re going through some serious grief right now,” he said. “Even if you feel okay now, you may start to feel worse later and I don’t want you to be on your own.”
When he put it that way, Haru couldn’t reasonably refuse.
They caught the train to Haru’s house, so she could pick up some toiletries and a change of clothes, and then to Yongen-Jaya. Akira and Futaba didn’t say much, which Haru was thankful for; she didn’t think she would be able to muster up many words in reply.
“You told your dad that I was staying over, right?” she said, finally breaking the silence.
Akira stretched at the back of his neck. “I may have forgotten,” he said sheepishly, “but I’m sure he won’t mind.” Futaba gave him a look, but didn’t say anything.
***
Sojiro, as it turned out, did mind. Very much. Haru could hear them arguing upstairs, as she sipped the coffee Sojiro had given her.
“Akira, you’re too young to have girls sleeping over!” shouted Sojiro.
Akira’s yelled reply was even louder. “She’s just a friend!”
“I know what boys your age are like,” snapped Sojiro. “I was a teenage boy once too.”
Their heated argument continued, as Futaba plopped down on the chair next to Haru, knees tucked up against her chest, fiddling with her hair.
“Are they always like this?” Haru asked.
“Pretty much,” said Futaba with a tiny shrug. “Dad and Akira argue a lot because they care about each other, you know? Not that either of them would ever admit it.”
Haru hummed. “My father and I never argued much. We didn’t see each other often enough to.”
Futaba gave Haru an odd, almost pitying look. “Do you want to talk about him?” she offered.
Haru’s chest tightened, and she shook her head. “I’m not ready.”
“Well, when you are ready, you can talk to me.” Futaba was still fiddling with her hair. “I’m a good listener.”
“Thank you Futaba,” said Haru, just managing a smile, which Futaba awkwardly returned, before scrambling to her feet and leaving the room.
A few seconds later, Akira came into the room, rubbing at his temple with his hand. “I finally convinced Sojiro to let you stay,” he said, with a tiny sigh. “He’s setting up the spare room for you. It’s just down the hallway from mine. I asked if we could share but he shut that down pretty quick.” Akira’s nose scrunched up in annoyance. “I swear, what does he even think we’re going to do? He can be so annoying.”
“I think I can guess…” said Haru.
“Yeah, I don’t think he has to worry about that,” laughed Akira. “No offence, but you are not my type.”
Haru smiled just a little. “Quite. I seem to remember you having a thing for blonds.” Akira flopped down on the sofa next to her, still chuckling a little. “Does he not know about Ryuji?”
“Not yet. It’s not I think he’ll be unaccepting of me or anything - he was totally okay with it when Futaba brought home Kana for dinner the other day - and I’m pretty sure he likes Ryuji just fine. It’s just… I don’t know how to tell him.”
“Take your time, you’ll figure it out.”
“Yeah… Want me to show you your room?”
“Yes, please.”
***
Haru startled awake, the final traces of whatever nightmare had been plaguing her otherwise restful sleep disappearing as soon as she awoke, leaving her with a shaky feeling in her chest.
Checking the time on her phone, she saw that it was nearly 6am. There was no way she’d be able to go back to sleep now, so she dragged herself out of bed, and got ready for the day. At least she didn’t have to go to school, since it was the weekend…
She had received a few messages the previous night, so she took a moment to reply to them. Most were from her friends, asking how she was doing. One that got her attention was from Makoto.
Makoto: I’m so sorry I couldn’t have you at mine. Sis hates having guests over.
Makoto: I was worried about you…
Makoto: You’re probably asleep. Text me back in the morning?
Haru smiled, typing a quick reply.
Haru: I’m okay. Akira and his family have been very welcoming.
She got a reply seconds later.
Makoto: That’s good to hear.
Makoto: Otherwise, they would have had to answer to me.
Haru chuckled to herself. A moment passed, then she received another text.
Makoto: That was dumb. Ignore me.
Haru: Not at all. It was sweet.
Makoto stopped replying after that. While a little sad that the conversation was cut short, Haru shrugged it off, assuming that Makoto was probably getting ready herself, and went downstairs.
When Haru entered the kitchen, Sojiro was already there, tying an apron around his waist. “Ah, Miss Okumura, you’re up early,” he said, glancing towards the clock on the wall. “Akira and Futaba won’t be up for a while yet.”
Haru hummed, placing her phone down on the table. “I had a little trouble sleeping,” she said, offering no further explanation.
Sojiro clicked his tongue. “ I can imagine…” he began, glancing away from her. “Do you want to stay for breakfast?” he offered. “It’s just gonna be curry and rice. Nothing fancy.”
With a smile, Haru nodded. “That sounds lovely Sakura-san.”
“Please, call me Sojiro,” said Sojiro, with a wave of his hand. “Sakura-san makes me feel old. You want some coffee?” He held out the coffee pot.
“If you don’t mind.”
“Of course.” Sojiro took a mug out the cupboard and placed it in front of Haru, filling it with coffee, and she picked it up. The mug had a cute, cartoon corgi on it, which Haru took a moment to point out between sips of coffee.
Sojiro chuckled. “Futaba used to collect novelty mugs when she was younger,” he explained. “The whole cupboard’s full of them, and I don’t have the heart to throw them out. You can keep that one if you want, we certainly have enough.”
“I might,” said Haru, taking a long sip of the coffee.
There was a comfortable silence between them, as Sojiro stirred the pot of curry on the hob. Haru had to admit it smelt delicious, and was glad she decided to stay for breakfast.
At about seven o’clock, Futaba trailed down the stairs, followed a few minutes later by Akira, looking even more dishevelled than usual. Haru had half a mind to sit him down infront of her and forcibly drag a brush through that bedhead of his.
“Morning Sojiro,” said Futaba, with a yawn. “I want coffee.”
Sojiro frowned. “What do you say?”
Futaba rolled her eyes. “I want coffee, please .”
“There we go.” With that, Sojiro poured out another cup of coffee, handing it to Futaba, who practically snatched it from him.
“Do you want some too?” asked Sojiro, turning to Akira, who nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes please. I need the energy. Ryuji and I are going on a run.”
“Why do you let him drag you on a morning run every Saturday?” teased Futaba. “He’s way too much of a morning person and you just aren’t.”
“I like spending time with him,” said Akira with a shrug, “and if Ryuji wants to go for a morning run with me, then I don’t mind waking up a little early for it.”
Sojiro chuckled. “You two are such good friends,” he said. “I wish I had a close friend like him when I was your age.”
Snatching up his coffee mug, Akira took a long sip, mumbling out a vague, unintelligible agreement. Futaba gave Haru a sharp look, and she stepped in to change the subject, saying the first thing she could think of. “Makoto texted me.”
That certainly got Akira’s attention. “Seriously? Makoto never texts anyone outside of the group chat.”
“Yeah,” agreed Futaba. “I can count the number of texts I’ve gotten from her on one hand.”
“She was worried about me,” explained Haru. “Everyone was after last night…”
With that, the previously cheerful mood of the conversation soured. Neither Akira nor Futaba spoke again after that, with Akira quickly excusing himself to get ready to meet Ryuji and Futaba leaving to visit Kana.
Sojiro turned to the sink to wash up their plates, and there was a moment of empty silence between them.
He turned to her and cleared his throat. “If you ever need a place to stay, my door is always open,” he offered.
“Really? Thank you.” Haru offered him a weak smile.
“You’re a good kid,” said Sojiro. “Drop by the cafe any time.”
***
It had been a few days since the disastrous press conference. Kunikazu’s will was read out and Haru was named as the sole inheritor of his wealth, properties and company shares. Their family lawyer - a grey haired man in his forties who Haru could not for the life of her remember the name of - helped her get everything in order.
A few nights after her father’s passing, Haru walked by his home office. Unable to stop herself, she opened the door.
It still looked exactly the same as it did the last time she was there, bringing him a cup of coffee while he worked. All the papers were still out on his desk, and there were pens and pencils standing up in the penholder, with one of two strewn about the desk. On the wall, there was a calendar with a few appointments and meetings scheduled; she’d have to go through them and let everyone know what had happened, maybe reschedule a couple and attend herself.
It felt as though the room was still in use. Like Kunikazu could walk in at any moment and resume working. Like he was alive .
And suddenly she couldn’t handle it anymore. Slamming the door behind her, she left the room. Unable to stand staying in that empty, lonely house any longer, she fetched her keys and walked out the front door.
Twenty minutes later, she arrived at Leblanc and hesitated just outside for a moment. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she stepped through the door.
“Welcome,” said Sojiro cheerily. When he saw that it was Haru, his smile only widened. “Oh, hello Haru. It’s nice to see you.”
“Is Akira about?”
Sojiro shook his head. “Akira’s picking up a shipment for me, so he won’t be back for a while. You’re welcome to wait here until he comes back.”
“I think I will, thank you,” said Haru, sitting down in the closest booth.
“Not a problem.”
After a few minutes of silence, Haru turned to watch Sojiro as he effortlessly brewed a fresh pot of coffee.
“You know, I always wanted to run a cafe,” she said. “Ever since I was a little girl. I used to play pretend, pouring cups of tea for my dolls and taking their orders. Father always thought it was silly.”
“Not at all,” said Sojiro. “Futaba used to do the same thing with the action figures Wakaba bought her. I suppose she was just copying what she saw me doing.”
Haru chuckled. “That sounds cute.”
Sojiro smiled. “It was. You know, if you still want to run a cafe someday, you can always help out here to learn the ropes. In fact, I could show you a few things now if you have the time.”
“I’d love that!” exclaimed Haru.
“Alright, grab an apron and we can get started.”
***
As the weeks passed, Haru started spending more time at Leblanc and less time at her own home. Sojiro was an excellent teacher, and Haru was delighted when he finally entrusted her with the secret recipe to his curry.
She also spent more time with Akira and Futaba. It only made sense; she saw Akira every day while he was working in Leblanc, and Futaba most days, since she usually came over to the cafe to talk to Sojiro or Akira.
Then, one day, while the cafe was quiet, Akira turned to her, leaning against the counter, and said, “Do you want to come over to ours tonight? There’s a new season of Neo Featherman out and Futaba asked me to invite you. She thinks you’ll like it. You can stay the night too, if you want.”
Haru looked up from the latte art she was carefully creating. “Will Sojiro mind?”
“Of course not,” said Akira with a smile. “That guy loves you. You’re definitely his favourite of us three.”
“I don’t think that’s true…” mumbled Haru, a touch embarrassed.
Akira chuckled. “You know it is. Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“Okay, I’ll come.”
That night, the three of them piled into Akira’s room, and Futaba flicked through a handful of channels until she found the right one. Once she had, she settled down between Akira and Haru and pressed play.
Though Haru would be the first to admit that she usually wasn’t a fan of more action oriented shows, she did enjoy Neo Featherman plenty. The plot was a little hard to follow at first, since she didn’t know the characters very well, but Futaba explained anything that she didn’t understand.
Once they had finished bingeing all twelve episodes of the season - which Haru considered quite the feat, and Futaba called ‘rookie numbers’ - Akira fetched a spare futon for Haru to use, lying it down on the floor.
Apparently, Sojiro had gotten past his initial refusal to let them share a room, which Haru was thankful for. She hadn’t shared a room with anyone for some time and was looking forward to it.
“Haru, can you do my hair?” demanded Futaba, shoving a brush into her hands. “I always wanted to have a girl do my hair for me. Sojiro and Akira don’t know how.”
“Hey! I totally know how!” exclaimed Akira.
Futaba scoffed. “The last time you tried, you got the brush stuck in my hair, like, three times.”
“Two times! It was two times,” whined Akira, dramatically draping himself over Haru’s shoulder. “You believe me, right Haru?”
“I’m afraid I don’t,” teased Haru. “You can hardly brush your own hair half the time.”
Akira put his hand to his chest and gasped dramatically. “You wound me Haru!”
Futaba snickered, affectionately batting him with the hairbrush.
“I’d love to do your hair Futaba,” said Haru, taking the brush from Futaba’s hands. Futaba beamed and settled down on her lap, fidgeting with her hands as Haru carefully brushed her hair, taking care to not pull on any of the tangles. Once Futaba’s hair was smooth and tangle-free, Haru separated the hair into two parts, twisting them into twin braids and fastening them with two hair ties she found in her toiletries bag.
Akira grumbled the whole time that Haru was styling Futaba’s hair, clearly wanting her to do his hair too but being too prideful to say it. His hair was too short for Haru to braid, but it was just long enough for her to put into a tiny ponytail, which made Futaba giggle.
As time wore on, they fell asleep one by one huddled together on Akira’s bed, the futon he dragged in for Haru completely forgotten.
***
When Akira approached Sojiro and asked if he could have Haru spend the night again, Sojiro had to admit he was a little cautious. But Akira insisted that he didn’t see Haru as anything more than a friend, and Sojiro conceded, giving Akira permission to have her sleep in his room.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to check on them though.
He knocked on the door, awaiting a reply, and didn’t get one. That meant his kids were either asleep or ignoring him. Weighing his options, he decided to open the door and have a look inside.
What he saw was oddly sweet. Akira’s head was leant on Haru’s shoulder, and Futaba was curled up on her lap, sleeping soundly.
With an affectionate chuckle, Sojiro picked up a blanket that was lying on the floor and tucked it around the sleeping teens, then shut the door behind him as quietly as he could.
***
When Haru woke up the next morning, she was a tad startled to feel a blanket tucked around her and Akira’s shoulders, but thought little of it. It was probably Sojiro, she decided, knowing how much of a softy he could be beneath his gruff exterior.
Leaving Akira and Futaba to sleep, she headed downstairs.
Sojiro was already awake, standing in front of the stovetop, stirring a pot of curry. At this point, Haru was starting to suspect Futaba was telling the truth when she said that her father couldn’t cook anything except curry. Maybe she’d have to teach him a few new tricks…
“Good morning, Sojiro.”
Sojiro smiled at her, gesturing to the cup of coffee sitting on the kitchen table. “Morning. I made you your coffee just how you like it.”
Picking it up, Haru realised the mug was the one with the cute corgi on it that she had used the first time she stayed over. An oddly nostalgic memory, she thought, taking a sip. She loved spending time with Akira and Futaba, but there was a strange sort of comfort in these quiet moments that she shared with Sojiro when it was just the two of them.
Sojiro furrowed his brow, the way he always did when he was trying to figure out how to word something. “You know, if you want to stay here again, you’re more than welcome,” he said. “Any time you want.”
Haru nodded, but she had the feeling that wasn’t all he wanted to say.
True to her assumption, Sojiro continued. “And if you wanted to stay with us permanently, I would be happy to have you here.”
That Haru hadn’t expected. For a moment, she couldn’t quite process the words she was hearing. Sojiro wanted her to stay?
“You don’t have to,” added Sojiro, a touch hurriedly. “I just… You get along with Akira and Futaba so well, and I love spending time with you when you help out in Leblanc. You’ve become a part of our family, even if you haven’t realised.”
Haru was quiet for a moment longer, weighing the pros and cons in her head. On the one hand, she would be giving up her family’s legacy and notoriety, but at this point, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be associated with the Okumura name anymore, now knowing the crimes her father had committed.
On the other hand, she would gain so much. She could leave behind her empty apartment, and trade it in more the warm, inviting Sakura household. She would gain a father figure, as well as a brother and sister.
Thinking it over like a business deal - Sojiro always complimented her business acumen - Haru realised she would gain far more than she would lose. It only made sense to accept the deal.
Although, she had no idea how Akira and Futaba might feel about this; how they might react to suddenly gaining another sibling. What if they resented her for it? What if she threw off the already delicate balance of their family? What if Sojiro regretted his offer and took it away?
No… She chose to trust them. Even so, she didn’t want to make this decision without them.
“Surely Akira and Futaba should get a say in this,” she said.
Akira’s voice made her jump. “Get a say in what?”
“How would you feel about Haru staying with us permanently?” asked Sojiro, his voice even and calm.
Futaba beamed, rushing over to Haru, taking her hands in hers. “You want to stay?” she exclaimed.
“I’m not opposed to it…” mumbled Haru. “But wouldn’t you two resent me for taking your father away from you?”
“You wouldn’t be taking Sojiro from us,” said Akira. “He can love all of us at the same time.”
Haru stared at him, a tiny part of her not able to accept his words. Love had always been finite with Kunikazu; she had to fight for every scrap of affection. How could Sojiro simply have that much love to give?
“Besides,” continued Akira, blush tinging his ears, “I’ve started to see you as something of a sister. Why wouldn’t I want you to stay with us?”
“You see me as a sister?”
“Of course we do!” exclaimed Futaba, embracing Haru. “How could we not? You’re the best big sister ever!”
Haru was vaguely aware of tears of joys slipping down her cheeks, as Akira wrapped his arms around them both. She finally had a family who loved her…
“I’ll go talk to Sae about those adoption papers then,” said Sojiro, heading to the door, but Akira grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the cuddle. A little begrudgingly, he did wrap his arms around his children, and didn’t let them go for a long while.
***
Was she really going to do this? Makoto was such a good friend, and Haru didn’t want to lose her over a stupid crush. But, as Akira had reminded her the previous morning, she wouldn’t know if she didn’t try. He hadn’t thought Ryuji liked him back either, and he had been wrong.
Picking up her phone, she sent Makoto a text.
Haru: Mako, there’s something I need to tell you.
Makoto replied almost immediately.
Makoto: Is there something wrong?
Haru: No, everything’s okay.
It took Haru longer than she wanted to admit to draft the next message; she kept deleting and second guessing everything. Eventually, she had a passable message and, hands trembling, she pressed send.
Haru: I think I like you as more than a friend. I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I still wanted to tell you. I hope we can be friends no matter what happens.
Makoto was typing, and suddenly Haru couldn’t take the suspense any longer, turning off her phone, and hurrying down the hallway to Akira’s room.
She found her brother sitting at his desk, flicking through a book. Unable to gather the words she needed, Haru shoved her phone into his hands. “Please, tell me what she says.”
With a knowing look on his face, Akira nodded.
There was a moment of silence, as Akira waited for Makoto’s reply. Then he smiled. “She likes you too.”
Haru snatched her phone from his hands, staring at the screen in disbelief. Makoto felt the same way as she did? After all this time - after all this pining - she had finally worked up the courage to tell her crush how she felt, and it worked .
Before she could stop herself, she wrapped Akira in a tight hug. “Thank you,” she said. “You’re a great brother.”
Akira chuckled. “I try.” He was quiet for a moment. “I think I want to tell Sojiro today. Will you come with me?”
“Of course!”
***
Later that day, once Haru and Makoto had texted back and forth a little longer, she and Akira headed downstairs. Akira looked more apprehensive than Haru had ever seen him look; even while fighting shadows in the metaverse, he usually remained stoic and confident.
It was strange to see her dear leader - her younger brother, she thought affectionately - shaking like this. She squeezed his shoulder, hoping that the gesture was reassuring.
He turned to her. “I don’t know why I’m so scared. Sojiro isn’t homophobic or anything; I know that. I just don’t want him to think of me any differently.”
“I’ll be right there next to you,” assured Haru. “And if he does have a problem with it - he won’t - but if he does, you and Futaba can come and stay with me.”
That earned her a slight smile. “Thanks sis.”
With that, Akira knocked on the kitchen door, and Sojiro called out, “Come in!” When he and Haru entered, Sojiro was washing dishes, a tea towel slung over his shoulder.
“Dad, I need to talk to you,” said Akira, nervously wringing his hands together.
Sojiro narrowed his eyes. “What did you do this time?” he demanded. “You’re not being arrested again, right?”
“I didn’t do anything!” exclaimed Akira. “I just have to tell you something.”
“Okay,” said Sojiro, sitting down at the kitchen table, motioning for Akira and Haru to join him. “What’s up kiddo?”
“It’s Ryuji. He- That is- I’m-” Akira stammered, the way he always did when he was nervous.
Haru squeezed his hand underneath the table. “You can do it, Akira,” she said quietly.
Akira took a deep breath then spoke. “I’m bisexual, and I’m dating Ryuji.”
Sojiro’s reaction was nothing like what Akira had feared. He simply smiled and said, “Okay. Thank you for telling me.”
Akira blinked. “What?”
“I have no problem with you boys dating,” said Sojiro with a shrug. “Ryuji’s a good kid, and I can tell he genuinely cares about you, as a friend or as a boyfriend.”
Akira binked, taking in his words. “Okay… Thanks Dad.”
Sojiro stood up, patting Akira on the shoulder. “Tell Ryuji that he can come around any time, but you two have to keep your bedroom door open, okay?”
Akira turned bright red, right up to the tips of his ears, but Sojiro either didn’t notice or pretended not to, going back to the sink to continue washing up.
“Sojiro, I have something to tell you too,” said Haru, right before she left the kitchen with Akira. “I’m gay. Makoto and I just started dating.”
Sojiro nodded. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me, both of you.”
“I love you Dad,” said Akira.
Haru followed suit. “Yeah, I love you Dad.” It was a strange feeling to call someone Dad; she stopped calling Kunikazu Dad when she was seven, and never thought she’d have another person fill that role.
She really fitted into this new family…
She and Akira left Sojiro to his washing up, and left the kitchen.
“So, Sojiro knows now,” said Akira, a little in disbelief. “And he’s okay with it...”
Haru hugged him close. “I told you he would be.”
“Maybe we should have a triple date,” suggested Akira. “All three of us, plus Ryuji, Makoto and Kana.”
“I’d like that,” said Haru with a smile. Akira beamed back at her.
Her brother, she thought affectionately. Her new family… She was so happy to have them.
To finally have a home.