The headache returned the moment Akira opened his eyes. He sat up and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was quick to notice that he wasn't wearing his Phantom Thief mask. Confused, he scrubbed the blurriness out of his eyes and scanned his surrounds.
Once his vision cleared, he was met with the faces of his teammates, except they were all huge.
"You're awake!" Ann Takamaki cheered. Startled, Akira recoiled at the sudden burst of noise, which only caused Ann to skittishly play with her blonde pigtails in response. "Sorry."
Makoto sighed. "You have to be careful, Ann. He might be extremely sensitive at this size."
Akira stared up at the faces that surrounded him. They all had expressions of either concern or confusion. Not sure what to do, he rubbed the back of hair, combing through his thick black hair. "Did you guys get taller, or is it just me?"
He could feel the tension leave the room.
"Same ol' Joker," Ryuji said, cracking a smile.
"At least his sense of humor is intact," noted Yusuke, who sat off on the couch in Akira's room. "Still, it is reassuring to see that he is in high spirits."
The others nodded before turning their attention back towards their shrunken leader.
"That's good and all," Makoto started, "but we need to figure out what to do with him before we take down the casino palace."
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