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for any Persona 3 muse you have (cause I can’t decide XD) :: [ calm down ] sender pets receiver's hair and tries to soothe them after a scary situation + reverse

He can taste blood. ━ a busted lip demands it's presence with an electric kind of pain, a bruise beginning to dye his cheek a maroon, to blue, to something like purple, his knuckles warped and broken under his gloves.

God, that hurt. but it's hardly what matters anymore.

It's rare that Shadows follow them up Tartarus' stairwells, an endless labyrinth, but it's even rarer that they head downwards. As though catching the scent of blood, the halls of the maze ever indifferent until malice seemed to rear its ugly head in the face of those sought it's destruction ( the Dark Hour like a looming gaze on those beneath it; Tartarus like the twisted internals of some great God they were crawling through ) ━ tonight, the blood they smelled was Fuuka's, first. An easy target, he imagined, with no one to protect her.

It made Akihiko's blood boil. He nearly threw himself at the shadow when he'd heard the buzzing spitting crackle of the teleporter back down fill his ears and felt the tile floor under his feet. He thinks he nearly missed, bad form & worse impulse; it landed, though, but he can feel the poor technique radiating down his wrist like an incessant twinge of nerves. It takes a second, after the Shadow was reduced to smoke and tar for him to realize the fear in her eyes. Doe-like, if Akihiko were anyone else. He recognizes it immediately in his own way ━ and it reminds him of himself, when he was new to this and the enemy got the jump on him for the first time. He got knocked on his ass faster than he should've, legs coming out from under him, and he'd been lucky Mitsuru was fast back then. She still is, he knows, but tonight was a busy night. Fuuka didn't have the luxury of a bodyguard.

In a funny way, it nearly feels like repaying a favor. ( She'll hate him for it when he takes off his gloves. he can feel the crooked knuckles. )

━ Shit. Akihiko wasn't exactly the most comforting of the group, and at best, he hardly knew Fuuka to begin with. Junpei had always been the most lax of the group maybe, but he knew the words to these kinds of routines. ( Yukari, lion-like in her own regard, but understanding of the feeling beneath. It wasn't as though Akihiko didn't understand what it felt like to be afraid, of course he did, but the static shudder of any other body but his own was as foreign to him as a different language. Sometimes, like living in a different world... )

... He's not sure why he does what he does next, shaking fingers bent to just barely card between tufts of her short blue hair and palm gently smoothing in it's wake, perhaps kneeled to do so; ignoring the sharp protest of the broken knuckles as he does so ( though, he can't help a wince ). a part of him wonders if it's something he learned from Shinji when they were younger. He brushes off the thought, weighing against his collarbone.

" Hey. You're fine now. It's gone. Take a breather, alright? Are you alright? " he speaks, hoping to offer some form of soothing, and in turn hoping the words sound more natural than they feel.