✭ ᴍᴇɪ ᴋᴜʀᴜꜱᴜ/ᴀᴍᴀᴍɪʏᴀ
✭ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀ 5 / ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ᴏᴄ
✭ ᴊᴏᴋᴇʀ’ꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ
✭ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ
✭ ᴘ5ʀᴘ / ᴏᴄʀᴘ / ᴍᴠʀᴘ
✭ ᴍᴇɪ ᴋᴜʀᴜꜱᴜ/ᴀᴍᴀᴍɪʏᴀ
✭ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀ 5 / ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ᴏᴄ
✭ ᴊᴏᴋᴇʀ’ꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ
✭ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ
✭ ᴘ5ʀᴘ / ᴏᴄʀᴘ / ᴍᴠʀᴘ
ㅤㅤㅤ&. 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠.
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ&. 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠.
ㅤㅤㅤ
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻!
(𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂.)
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻!
(𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂.)
It wasn't a style she wore often, but it did make her feel more feminine.
It wasn't a style she wore often, but it did make her feel more feminine.
He holds his arm to try and calm down.
He holds his arm to try and calm down.
"Akira..? Are you okay?"
Focus, Joker. Focus!
Focus, Joker. Focus!
"Hm..? Oh! Do you have everything to make curry?"
He’s gonna fumble the conversation change.
“….Man, curry sounds great right now…”
Damn it, Akira.
Focus, Joker. Focus!