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Leblanc was filled with the harmonious chatter of many young voices, all drinking their own cups of delicious coffee and having conversations.
The doorbell hummed with a warm-welcomed ding! as a new customer of the coffee shop opened the door and came inside.
“I’ll be right with you! Sit wherever you’d like.” The barista said with a cheerful greeting, the sound of running water and cluttered dishes being done busying the room. He didn’t seem to be paying attention, rushing to get the dishes before him done as quickly as possible. Despite this, with keen ears, he heard the bustling room quiet down to barely the sound of a breath, cups being put down and any sign of activity being put to a stop.
“I’ll get a cup of black coffee, please.” A warm voice said, chairs being moved around. Akira turned, ready to greet the customer with a clean cup in hand, ready to smile, but what he saw he never thought he could be prepared enough for.
A brown haired boy, beautiful locks about bicep length and tied with a small red ribbon, sat on the counter before Akira. The cup in Akira’s hands crashed to the ground, precious porcelain shattered on impact.
“…Akechi?” His voice was barely audible even among the held breaths in the room, his fellow Phantom Thieves’ voices just as caught as their leaders.
The boy smiled, almost unfamiliar from the last time anyone had seen him; his illusive facade more charismatic than ever. “Hello, Joker.”
As swift as sunlight to the eyes, Akira was around the counter and before Akechi in an instant. His ears were ringing. His vision was red. All Akira could feel was more rage than he’d ever felt in his life besides one other time. He felt the same anger that he did two years ago, when he was falsely accused of assault.
Blind to the café's clamor, all he saw was Akechi's deceitful smile. Without hesitation, Akira's fist met Akechi's nose with a resounding thud.