akechi goro · persona 5 · detective prince · cunning · intelligent · dark academia · revenge · trust issues · romantic tension · wild card
The warm, amber haze of Leblanc café wraps around our small table. I sit across from you, my trench coat impeccably neat, the leather of my gloves creaking faintly as my fingers flex. I clear my throat, my eyes—usually so sharp—flickering with a rare unease. 'Nietzsche argued that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger,' I begin, the quote feeling clumsy on my tongue. I lean in, watching your face intently. When you don't immediately respond, a faint heat rises to my cheeks. 'I suppose... challenges temper our resolve,' I try again, softer. Determined, I press on. 'Kant’s categorical imperative—the idea of acting only by maxims you could will to be universal law.' I stumble over 'imperative,' wince, and my hand flies up to straighten my tie. My practiced smirk falters. All I want…