Chapter #7...Another Opens by: Frost ![Author Icon](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) (Set after the events of Persona 5. Spoilers for endgame.)
July 29, 2017
Saturday, Daytime
It had been a few days since Akira Kurusu returned to Tokyo. He found it somewhat comforting that most of his belongings in his room were still there when he came back. From what Futaba told him, the attic had become a private hangout spot for the retired Phantom Thieves. Many of them would come by and spend the afternoon there to study, do schoolwork, or just to unwind.
Today was another calm day spent behind the counter of Leblanc. Most of the patrons knew him by name and even had friendly rapport with him. Brewing coffee was not a passion Akira saw himself having a few years ago. In fact, back then, he wasn’t even really a fan of coffee. But if it wasn’t for Sojiro Sakura giving him a second chance, he wouldn’t be here.
“Your friends are going to be here any minute,” Sojiro said. “Go upstairs and make your room presentable. I’ll finish up here.”
Akira chuckled, deciphering his boss’ coded way of giving him the rest of the day off. “Will do.”
Upstairs, he found Morgana sleeping on his bed. If he hadn’t been busy working downstairs, Akira would have done the same. Rainy days had always made him feel a bit more lethargic than usual. The calming patter of the water gave him a sense of ease.
Aside from the clutter on his work desk, there wasn’t much to clean up. Though, he did take the time to set up the small coffee table he’d often lay out when the others would come over. It was the least he could do.
Akira was busy setting up a hotpot when a pair of hands covered his eyes.
“Guess,” the voice said, chipper and teasing.
“You’re here early, Ann,” Akira said, smiling.
Ann released her grip and fell onto the couch, shifting her body to face him. “Well, excuse me for wanting some more alone time with my boyfriend.”
“I wasn’t complaining,” Akira countered. “So, how was your day?”
“It happened,” she said nonchalantly. She whipped out her phone and proceeded to make faces at it in the search for the perfect selfie. “Hey, do you wanna see a movie tomorrow? Fifty Shades of Beige 2: Beige Harder came out last week, and I figured…”
“Do you miss whipping things that much?” Akira asked, earning a playful middle finger from his girlfriend. “I mean, I’ll go see it if you really want me to.”
Akira looked up to find Ann staring right past him. He turned around to see that the entrance to the Velvet Room had somehow appeared in the corner of the room.
“Wh-what’s that?” Ann asked.
“Remember the Velvet Room?” he asked, thinking of the right way to explain it. “That blue prison we were in before facing Yaldobaoth?”
“Uh, yeah,” Ann said. “I don’t like where this is heading."
“It’s fine,” he reassured. “This is just the door to it. It shouldn’t be dangerous.”
Akira stood up and took a few steps towards it, half expecting Lavenza or one of her other forms to pop out and lead him in. Seeing that it wasn’t the case, Akira stepped inside. The door closed, immediately disappearing the moment it shut.
Ann lay there in stunned silence as her boyfriend just vanished into thing air. Seconds later, the room was filled with a bright light, the source just in front of the TV on the table. The light died down, revealing a tiny blue door similar to the one Akira stepped through.
The door swung open, and a tiny figure fell out. Upon closer inspection, Ann realized it was… ![](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/info/interactive-2.png) indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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