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[ He nods once in acceptance of the apology. Those are all words that he heard so often that they might be commonplace, enough that it hardly matters whether or not they're genuine. He's an intimidating figure at a glance, as one who's always been so admired and praised, but despite that those who speak with him find him to be polite and well-mannered, understanding and thoughtful; not too much, not too little, but the sort of person who they can be at ease around.

There's no real trick to it save showing interest. A person only needs to listen and pay attention, and he does so now, studying the other. His eyelids lower halfway, the smile grows softer, and he exhales softly, seeming to relent.. A little too much, he thinks again, but that's fine too. ]

I see... I'm glad to hear it. It might take time, but I'm sure you'll find others here easy to work with as well... They might seem intimidating, but they're kind people who will support you.

[ Hiyori pats his shoulder once before letting his hand fall back down. The break room is in sight now, and there's a brief pause to let the words sink in before he adds, ]

... Now, why don't we have lunch together? I don't have anything pressing to attend to at the moment, and I'd love to learn more about you.

[ Tugging on the line just a little bit. ]

[enteloki]

[Of course. Kind, considerate, helpful employees who want nothing more than to have a young, studious intern under their belt. The very same people who will slither in grotesque abominations around Mementos, muttering and mummering about the injustice in their pathetic little lives. He can already hear the complaints - about being shown up, being replaced, being-

It's hard to suppress the chuckle on the edge of his lips. No, he won't be dealing with the mindless nobodies who prattle at him all day. He wants Hiyori, at least for now. Something useful is bound to slip in the following hours, days, weeks.

Then the line tugs and it pulls him up, up, up. A shark that bites the hook willingly, ready and hoping to be dragged above water.

The cafeteria is as lively as ever. Easy enough for a new employee to slip into, though his important companion likely doesn't go as unnoticed.]

How fortunate. This will be a good opportunity for us both, but perhaps you'll indulge me by answering a question of mine first.

[Easy. Simple. Start small and harmless. Meaningless chatter to dull and probe.

A tray slides into his hand and he eyes the different sides and dishes in front of them. He's not even hungry, but he smiles and gestures to assorted items with an excited edge to his voice. ]

What would you recommend from here? I'm sure you've been through this line enough to have a favorite.

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[ Hiyori considers. He only finds the time to come here so often. When he does, he will more often than not be satisfied to enjoy a cup of coffee and pleasant conversation. It makes it hard and harder for him to avoid any attention, but that suits him well enough. ]

I'm partial to the apple pecan salad myself. I like the wraps as well, though I have yet to find anything I dislike.

[ It's sweet, but not overly so, but just enough to satisfy his palate. He'll pass on that today though; coffee does sound nice now and it would hardly pair well. He rubs his chin as he considers his options. A croissant, perhaps, or coffee cake... He wants something with just a little bit of extra sweetness today. ]

The pastries, too... Have have ever dipped a croissant in coffee? It seems that there was some discourse about it a few years back, social media being as it is, so I decided to try it for myself recently...

[ It was something or another about a woman claiming to eat a croissant the "Parisian way" that found its way into some obscure corner of the news, even... Nothing all that interesting, but just amusing enough to include in a bit of idle chitchat. ]

[enteloki]

[The croissant finds its way to his tray despite his disinterest. A coffee is an indulgence he gives into at the end of the line.

It doesn't smell half as good as LeBlanc and he makes a mental note to stop by after work. He doesn't have time to investigate that particular minefield of issue, but it doesn't hurt to keep tabs on the unfolding situation. To keep certain people on their feet.]

The comment section in my blog was quite heated about it a few weeks back. No one could seem to reach a consensus on the matter.

[Annoying prattle from a deluge of mindless morons on a blog his manager makes him interact with. The attention had been fun until the vapid, flighty nature of his fans became apparent. One picture sends them into a frenzy. Two days without posting and he gets hate mail. It's truly incredible.

But he lets that slip - a student keeping a blog isn't abnormal. The questions from it may lead to his detective status, not that he particularly cares if this guy finds out. It's meaningless in a city of minor idols who often have their 15 minutes of fame and vanish into the cruel reality of being unknown.]

While I understand the merit of trying something new, I found it unpleasant to have soggy bread with pastry flaked coffee. [A beat, and-] Sometimes it's best to keep two worlds separate, don't you think? Not everything in life can be merged together, even if you wish it so.

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Ahaha... You're a serious-minded person, I see. I didn't care for it myself, but I would never have thought to otherwise.

[ Does that really matter...? It does. It made it a novel experience, and he did find that he didn't mind the pastry so much as the texture it left his coffee with. He could pour a bit out on the side and be happy enough if it weren't so messy.

What he gathers from the latter statement proves to be of more interest than the former; just that one statement is enough to solidify him as a cynic. People aren't as complex as they seem, and the small ways they approach issues speak more of them than the long lectures and dramatics.

Everyone has a mask that they wear to hide who they are, one with fissures running through it. It's cracked and chipped by all those little things that they don't think to hide away.

The coffee isn't the best, but he stops at the station long enough to mix in enough cream and mixer to mask the taste. He never did like bitter things. ]

But I think you're looking at it the wrong way, though. A croissant might ruin your coffee, but a biscotti will absorb the flavor. You might not want to swallow sulfuric acid, but vinegar can be used for a number of things.

[ Semantics, he knows it's all arguing semantics, but he does prefer this way of thinking. It makes for a more productive conversation. ]

[enteloki]

[The words feel like a caustic acid on their own, rippling along his skin from the sheer unknown of this conversation. Whether this ends up being fruitful or not, it doesn't matter. At the bare minimum, it's amusing. It breaks up the monotony of office life.

He settles at a small nearby table away from where most of the group is situated, fingers pick at the croissant in hands to make smaller, palatable bites.]

As expected of a doctor. Your way of looking at alternative scenarios is enlightening.

[Foolish.]

Following the suggestions of others always has its risks though. Living with the consequences of it may not be worth the effort to try. People may even hate you for it, even if the result is a net positive.

[His eye stay steady on the man and he takes a bite of one of the many piece scattered on his small plate.]

Oh, my apologies. I got a little carried away with the discussion. It's a bit much to place all that thought into a simple meal.

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There's no need to apologize now. You'll find that technology and medicine are both a breeding ground for philosophical debate.

[ As he sits across from the other he fails to touch his pastry, instead cupping his coffee with both hands. There's a moment in which he seems to let the issue rest, taking one hand off the cup to let it rest on his lap and using the other to take a sip. But then he sets it down and begins to speak animatedly again, continuing on, ]

In this case, though, I must correct you: People will always love you, and people will always hate you. It's through something as simple and inconsequential as a pastry dipped in coffee that we can see that on full display... But if you must look elsewhere, you might look to politics. Men who wish to do good are hated by those who they would help most, and men who wish to do the most harm are beloved by those who would suffer most by their hand.

[ This isn't a debate on who's right or what's right or anything in that vein, because certainly that would require delving into definitions and other arbitrarily metrics, but a simple fact that can be traced throughout history. The idea of a "beloved person" is nothing more than a fantasy that people have in their heads, too often made to despise their own circumstances.

It really is unfortunate. The child before him has so much attention at such a tender age. He's too old to acclimate to it properly, but too old to have the cushion of perspective and experience. He can only see that he is loved one moment and hated the next, without understanding all those little things that add up. ]

This might seem like preaching, but it's actually quite personal for me... As you said, I am well known and respected for a person my age... But I am also well-bred. I was born into wealth and connections, and so I've never gone a day without being resented for merely existing... And surely you can agree that resenting an infant is silly?

[ The opposite of an unwanted child. It doesn't even have to be an infant. It can be a bulge in a woman's stomach, a hateful thing, a reminder of something disgusting and unpleasant. It's something so harmless, so full of infinite potential, viewed through the lens of what's gained and lost by its existence.

He doesn't mind sharing these facts. There's no vulnerability in it when he must ever be aware of his own luck in being born to such a strict and lucrative family, one that would raise him to be such a fine adult. He raises one hand to wave his statements away, taking another sip of his coffee before exhaling softly, ]

At any rate, you will notice it more as more people are aware of your presence, and especially now that those thoughts are displayed to you at all times. The more people who know of you, the more who will love you, and the more who will hate you. If you wish to avoid that, I suggest that you avoid being too ambitious... There's no shame in living a life that's just comfortable enough for you to be happy.

[ It's a statement, a lecture, but it's a little more than that too - a warning to someone who's already too far gone, but who can still dig a deeper hole. He hasn't reviewed all the file, but instinct tells him that's who this person is. Too perfect, too composed, too flawed and too cracked... But the kind of person that he loves most, too, for he loves to trace over every fissure with his finger, to fill them with gold, or otherwise to watch them break apart. ]

This is perhaps a bit earlier than I would normally say it, but as you've already touched upon the subject... It is the warning that I give to all that come here. You must understand that just associating with such a prestigious company will earn you the ire of some of your peers.

[ Maybe he's more comfortable saying this to someone younger than him, because while there's a hint of concern to his gaze, a slight twist to his smile, he seems content in his own position, and he speaks so freely of his own circumstances. No vulnerability, just well known facts, if one were to look for them. ]

[enteloki]

[Something bitter wells in his throat - a gross, guttural noise that he strangles to death with thought alone to twist into a forced laugh, pretending it was only coffee stuck in his throat. He waves it off, embarrassed.

The politics comment was too on the nose for his comfort. Funny, almost. It's a thought he might laugh at in the quiet comfort of his apartment, while he's elbow deep in a sink to wash off ethereal rot from Mementos.

Then it gets better. Hiyori gives him a warning - about hate, love, and working at this abhorrent illusion of care and health. The man next to him is starting to mimic the walls of this place, parroting protection and regard for a young, innocent intern. Someone at the start of their life, someone looking for peace, someone-

That he's supposed to be right now.

His expression never wanes from the practiced hold he has on it, cultivated for years and crafted to hide in. It shifts into something softer, more receptive and befitting to accept that pathetic attempt to scare him off.]

Your consideration is appreciated. However, I would hate to leave the wrong impression. I have no desire to leave and you'll find I'm quite resilient. A comfortable life doesn't suit me.

[Another piece of croissant is picked apart, little by little.]

Jealousy and hate are fickle - even if the focus on is on someone for the moment, it won't last. Someone else will earn it after. And another after that.

[The flaky crust continues to peel apart between his fingers into small, miniscule bits.]

Until it becomes nothing at all.

[Which is a complete and utter lie. The jealousy and hate of humanity corrupts and conquers. It warps and squeezes everything around it until it becomes pulp or is destroyed in a cacophony of pleas and screams.

Goro Akechi knows this, but a perfect little intern has to show some optimism. Restraint. Hope.]

It's a simple fact. I'm sure those that resented you as a child now come to you for aid, whether medical or otherwise. Their hatred only lasts until they need a favor.

[He's starting to wish he hadn't torn up this croissant, now that his appetite is returning.]

And I'm sure you're kind enough to provide, despite the hardship you were put under. The ability to offer that sort of mercy is worth the trouble, don't you think?

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[ It's nothing that simple. Humans are simple creatures at their core, easily read and predictable to the point where only those who's brains are malfunctioning and firing off neurons at random can hope to surprise him on most days, but they're just complex enough that one can't put them into simple binaries. But it's his own fault for steering the conversation toward that path, and he's not entirely wrong. Not entirely honest, but not entirely wrong either. ]

Yes, some of them do. I offer them the same care and respect I would anyone else, of course, and I've managed to maintain a cordial relationship with many of them... Oh, but I've gone and made it sound worse than it is.

[ If the ability to show mercy is a luxury he can provide now, then so too is the ability to be free of resentment. If a person offers no threat and there's nothing to be gained from them, he sees not reason to pay much mind.

He considers for a moment before perking up, taking his hand off of the coffee cup to instead take his phone out of his pocket. He looks down to it, swiping up before clicking away at it. ]

Now that I think about it, actually... I'm more than cordial. I've come to be close to some of them, and they've offered me a fair bit of assistance... There was one who just recently helped me with a problem that I was having...

[ Whatever it is, he sure does seem enthusiastic about it. ]

[enteloki]

[There's enough sincerity in his tone that Akechi writes him off as a moron with that statement. Another soft hearted fool ripe to be taken advantage of and the inklings of something else in his demeanor fade into a distant paranoia. Matters of intuition are where he thrives and his suspicions are rarely fruitless - but right now?

He's talking to a guy who could have vital information, who forgives, cares and becomes friends with those that wrong him.

It's pathetic.

Akechi takes small sips of his coffee, ignoring the crumbling ruins of his croissant in favor of this new piece of information.]

I hate to pry. You certainly don't need to answer me, but it must have been quite the problem if you couldn't handle it on your own. You seem capable of taking on anything. It makes me curious what the issue was.

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It was quite simple, enough so that I felt embarrassed for not having thought of it myself... You see, I work with children sometimes. They're often ones with special needs, and so they need to be handled delicately... Despite my studies, I still sometimes struggle with gaining their trust.

[ That isn't the truth, once one learns how the human mind works it becomes easily to manipulate, but it's not good to be too perfect. Perfection as unseemly and uncomfortable as ineptitude. Besides, even if they match his own, he likes to hear the solutions they offer. There's always something to be found in them.

In this case, it was hearing the experience and perspective of a father, as well as a charming little gift. There's a few more clicks before he places the phone on the table, sliding it toward Akechi. There's a paused video on it, the play button visible on the screen. ]

He gave me wonderful advice, and shortly after was so kind as to give me this... It was quite lucky, actually, as he just happened to spot it in a store window.

[ That was a lie, of course. He had deliberately sought it out and was too embarrassed to say so, but that makes it all the more charming, and the animated way that his younger peer explained the responses to it no doubt made it worth it to him. A little goes a long way, and he's pleased to likewise be able to share it with a younger companion who he knows will likely not appreciate it nearly as much. ]

[enteloki]

It's difficult to deal with children, let alone the added the stress of this kind of environment. I can understand why you would need help with that.

[It's a legitimate issue and one Akechi wouldn't be able to navigate well either. His ever helpful manager gives him tips on dealing with different age groups to earn the favor of their caretakers and promote his image. The notes and comments are a lifeline in the face of them.

The question is what this is.

He takes a quick note of the layout on the man's phone as his coffee rests on the table. The taskbar has some familiar apps and notification symbols - nothing outlandish. Nothing useful.

Curious, he presses the play button without further pause, ready to see what's gotten his companion this excited. An educational video? Some kind of lecture? He's at a loss for what the content could be otherwise.]

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[ Unfortunately it's nothing that interesting.

"Nom nom nom, feed me more candy!"

Those are the first cheerful words that come from the speak, a distinctly feminine voice that one would be fitting for a children's cartoons. It's a low quality cartoon, perhaps from the seventies or eighties based on the aesthetics, that displays a toy called Candy Cat. It's a cute blue cat whose back opens up, its tongue sticking out, and a young girl and her brother explain how they share candy with it - share candy with it by feeding her, press the button to make her talk, pat her head for her to dispense candy.

The commercial ends with an upbeat jingle once more stating the name and offering the reminder that it can be found in stores, offering nothing of any real interest at all. No more than the rest of his phone would offer, being equally mundane.

Hiyori tears off a segment of his croissant at least, nibbling on the small piece. He watches the other expectantly. ]

... Charming, isn't it? Her adoptive name is "Gumball." I had planned on Kit Kat, but I was quickly overruled...

[ You know... Like "kitty cat." He thought it was cute. But he shrugs his shoulders in a what can you do gesture, having been defeated by a small child. ]

Some of them like to feed it, believing that they're sharing with her, or petting it and pretending it's a real cat... I have yet to hear a complaint about being able to take a candy or two from it when they're leaving.

[enteloki]

[The precision at which his body reacts to cover up the not so princely expression working its way to his face during the video is a buffer. A shield from anything unseemly, anything risky, breaking his investigation. It's different than Sae, who he has a comfortable relationship with. Different than Akira, who doesn't bat an eye at the small cracks that sometimes form in his facade. Failure to uphold his composed image would be catastrophic in this environment. Too many eyes, too many people and too much to be lost. These years of cultivating his life to fill the mold of a picture perfect person reach their apex in that moment.

Smile. Wrinkle his eyes. Press a closed fist to his mouth like the creature is adorable and not an annoying waste of time. Pretend the passionate way Hiyori is speaking about it means something to him. Important important important. It's all important.

This stupid shit is important.]

My, that's quite a surprise! I can't say I expected this and such an old toy at that. You hear studies about children being preoccupied with technology more than traditional toys, but to know these old fashioned ones still hold a place in society is charming. Their use truly goes beyond their intended lifespan.

[The sounds are fucking annoying and he presses his finger on the pause button the second the previews for the next irritating toy start to play. Oh, maybe he accidentally swipes out of the whole app too! Goodness, what a shame. His face flushes slightly, ever the professional actor, and he slides the phone back towards him.]

My apologies - muscle memory is an odd thing. I'm in the habit of exiting out after one video these days.

[Pretend to care, pretend to give a shit and grip the coffee like a final lifeline to his sanity.]

Though I hope you've changed out the candy since it was created or there might be more health problems on their horizon. I'm sure Gumball would appreciate a change in flavor too.

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[ He has a cute cat wallpaper as his home screen background too. ]

I have. They can share with their kitty cat - one for them, and one for Gumball... You think it's foolish - oh, don't pretend that you don't. You're mature not to.

[ But he laughs as he says it, his voice warm and tinged with just a hint of amusement, and he takes the phone back. It's a type that he knows well. People think that being an adult is as simple as acting proper and indulging in academia, but those are the the ones who are the quickest to fall apart for having misunderstood the fundamentals of what makes up a person.

Hiyori knows how this goes. The phone rests on his palm, held in place by his fingertips as he tilts it back and forth a few times before setting it back on the table screen side down, his hand resting upon it. ]

It didn't surprise me at all... Honestly, I am embarrassed not to have thought of it myself... Do you see? The fact that you think of it as a surprise is because you see it as frivolous.

[enteloki]

[His facade is unshakable. Perfected. A carbon copy of a perfect person. An image he's expected to uphold and even Shido can't see through it in full force.

This guy is able to pick apart frayed threads at a glance or from a change in his tone. Akechi can't figure it out and that bothers him. It's infallible. It's easy to fall for. Most do without question because why wouldn't a teenager want to promote themselves as the best possible version of themself.

Hiyori does not seem to want to fall for it. He's looking for fissures. It's an unexpected challenge from a doctor at a corporation, but maybe that observational skill is the key that cultivated his natural talents to begin with.

All he does is continue to smile, unwavering.]

You're correct. I've never been much for toys, even as a child. It was...uncommon to get them, in my living situation.

[Half-truth. Lie. Test. See how far Hiyori pushes.]

So it's hard for me to put myself in the mindset to be excited for it, I'll admit. You'll have to forgive that.

[His picked apart croissant is a dry between his fingers, but he manages to chew some down anyway. It's pretty awful now.]

However the fact it makes your job easier is something to celebrate and if the children find comfort in it, then that's all that matters. I'm sure it's difficult enough for them to be here. It must be a welcome distraction.

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[ Hiyori nods in acknowledgement of the former statement, but opts not to push it any further. It's in poor taste to pry into someone's circumstances without being invited. There's something more important that he can touch upon, more useful to current company than the possibility of recounting the few years present in his memories, ]

It is... You could think of it another way: If you hand a child a toy or a screen, you give them a distraction from any loneliness and sadness they might feel. If you play pretend with them and talk with them, then you can offer them a cure. For children who are sickly and isolated it matters even more.

[ There's no shortage of stories like that, and adult's lives can always be traced back to their childhood. It's something humans have pondered and noted and given cautionary tales on for centuries; artists and writers and philosophers with no knowledge of the human brain could understand it.

He cants his head, his hand moving from his phone to his lap. ]

You should learn to watch people more. If you watch a hundred hours worth of videos and lectures on woodworking, you still won't be able to craft even the simplest of objects until you begin carving... People are much in the same. Your studies are worthless if you can only see things from your own vantage point.

[ He takes another sip of his coffee. ]

Above all else, the key to success is a genuine interest in the people around you. I hope you'll remember that.

[ It's that simple fact which people tend to miss, too caught up in protecting themselves by looking down upon others and slotting things into boxes, thinking only of who they are and how they're seen. Hiyori has always liked people though, so he never struggled in the same way. ]

[enteloki]

[That's a poignant statement - an unexpected lesson in the midst of this investigation. It's not one he can ignore. The man's words pierce him skin deep, a nick in his armor exposed. He can't figure out how and the advice must hold meaning for that.

An inkling of a suspicion contorting into a real image who this man is outside of his front. This altruistic exterior.]

It would be foolish of me to not take that advice. You're certainly right that the world has much to offer - to shut my eyes to the truth of it would be an injustice to the people around me.

[Because he has a genuine interest Hiyori now and wants to etch the pieces of him away to exploit his true value. The words from Akechi's mouth are almost real, though finding merit in the worthless will be a taxing ordeal. If it helps cultivate his image, then so be it. Learn to fake his interest in a more effective way. Find a way to convince people like Hiyori and-

It infuriates him. Blood boiling in his veins, through his heart, against his skull-

Because the soft spoken man playing shitty cat videos on his phone is a pinnacle of what people want - a kind doctor with soft spots all over. Someone flawed and perfect all the same. A-

Liar. Not like him, not completely, but those who hide behind their altruism are scum. Using gentle words and promises of care - all for a singular self serving need. All to lord it over others.

Akechi gets people like him. Understands the muddled illusion that forms and twists and destroys under its own weight, under all the false platitudes. Under advice disguised as help. Under a warning disguised as kindness.

He hates Hiyori.

And that thought is what allows him to show some truth - a flit of a smile that's almost authentic.]

Can I consider this a first lesson from a mentor?

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[ There's a couple of slow blinks in response to the question before he shakes his head with a chuckle. Any well-reasoned person would capitalize on the opportunity he'd given, and Hiyori is pleased to see it. ]

... Yes, I suppose that it is.

[ He tears off another small piece of the croissant to chew on. He swallows before washing it down with a bit more of his coffee. It allows for some time for his agreement to set in and for the other's thoughts on him to settle into place. There's no need for him to worry about how Akechi views him, as just this much tells him that he lacks the nuance needed to paint a complete picture to start with. Unfortunate, difficult to overcome once bias has set in and crystalized, but repairable.

But he's right that what Hiyori offers is a warning of a kind, and another follows it, ]

However... You must understand that while I am kind to my patients, I have little tolerance for incompetence when it comes to my peers. While a person can learn from mistakes, a person who is not driven by passion for their work cannot. If you want riches and titles, they are more easily found elsewhere. You might think me a hypocrite, but the only patients of mine who care are the desperate and the ones who believe they could even buy their way into heaven. Were I to lose it tomorrow I could still provide the same quality of care. Do you understand?

[ That is what separates him from second-rate doctors who shuffle throughout the day while regretting their choice of career. They lament their lives and wallow in self-pity for having chosen a career that they hate. Those in law are much in the same, believing that a few good test scores will make their dreams come true. They lack passion and good sense alike. It's all good and fine, except their botched patients have to drag their half-dead body into others in hopes of having all the damage that had been done fixed.

He loves people, he loves to see them built up and broken down, but that sort of incompetence makes the bile rise in his throat in a way so few things do. Such as it is, his gaze and voice take on a stern quality to them, one that fades fast after he closes his eyes and exhales before fixing his smile. ]

Naturally I would not place that sort of pressure upon you any more than anyone else, the nature of your tasks aside you are at the stage where you should be practicing trial-and-error as much as learning from others rather than attempting to avoid any slight misstep... But it is a disclaimer that I must give.

[ Naturally, he speaks for the company as much as himself... He takes in another breath. There's nothing dishonest about it, but he does find these repetitive speeches tiring. He leans back, his shoulders easing, folding his hands on the edge of the table now. All done with the boring part. ]

That aside, you strike me as sharp, and I have no doubt that you have talent and potential. I hope you'll utilize it well.

[enteloki]

If at any point you find me lacking, I will gladly step aside to reevaluate my shortcomings. The desire to continuously improve and achieve is what makes us human after all. I will work hard to go beyond your expectations.

[The warning is a noose - one Akechi tightens around his own neck with a saccharine smile at the finality in his acceptance. One problem down. It doesn't matter where this guy thinks his passion lies at the end of their interaction, when his penultimate goal has little to do with him.

And then it's over. The fruitful lunch turns into a boring afternoon. That afternoon turning into an evening of pouring over notes taken, pictures captured, lines and relationships formed between shoddy photos from the company's printer.

And that turns into days, weeks, at the side of Hiyori. Ever present as a shadow to his work, Akechi finds-

A genuine interest starts to form in the routine and information. It starts as a act - attempts to sidestep and deceive to capture passing comments to find the real person he needs to focus on. He gets a better idea of the upper echelon of this hospital, is able to form some loose opinions and connections with nothing definitive to report to Shido with. He's getting impatient. Akechi moreso.

But it doesn't show in his actions and it has to do with skills gained in watchin a talented doctor, in asking questions, in reading books and articles on his phone on the matter in his spare minutes and in every minor interaction with a patient. The most amusing being those who recognize him - rare, but entertaining.

Mementos gets a little easier when he goes. Gaping wounds fixed with deft, practiced fingers and mental tricks that help him shake the grasp of ailments. The irony of the power to heal helping Akechi hurt others is a hilarious twist of fate. It's fascinating, really, how these things happen.

It's during a rare peace - a lull in the demanding patients and the busy schedule of the ever present, ever perfect Hiyori that Akechi places a small bag on his desk with a to go coffee beside it. The cover the container has a small cat sticker - something Akechi didn't ask for, but he's sure the man is pleased by it. The new cat themed cafe down the road had boosted his blog's popularity. Things are going too well, investigation aside.

He's waiting for the shoe to drop on that - tense and prepared to react when the time comes.]

Beneficence, nonmaleficence, autonomy, and justice. It's funny to me the latter two came relatively late in clinical ethics. Justice in particular has been present in human values for so long that its absence in the early eras of medicine seems almost intentional.

[Arms crossed, he leans his hip against Hiyori's desk, sipping on an iced coffee from the same shop branded on Hiyori's.]

The justice for a patient experiencing tragedy or for a doctor trying to save them. For a family who wants them to live or someone with an ailment who wishes to die. Do such thoughts ever cross your mind as someone deeply wound in the profession? Or are you driven by oath alone?

[A beat, a sip, and-]

All your patients certainly adore you, regardless.

[killed]

[ It wouldn't be hard for one to see why Hiyori has been given such a high title in spite of his relatively young age. His talent is unmatched, far exceeding many of his peers; he's a veritable fountain of knowledge, and yet he's cognizant enough of the limitations and knowledge gaps of others to be able to explain things simply and patiently. He's perfect, but not too perfect, just a bit quirky - he loves cats and cute things, he tends to avoid anything spicy or bitter, and he overworks himself to the point of exhaustion. Aside from his normal job, he works at a school once or twice a week as a child psychiatrist, stays on call, manages to juggle it with social events and other personal matters, and thus it's possible to find him asleep at his desk some mornings, having stayed overnight.

Those personal matters aside, he does seem to procrastinate on his paperwork a little too often. But all of that perfection and more is expected of him.

Last night must have been a long night, because there's a small yawn before he takes the coffee with a word of thanks, then examines the bag. His lips curve up into a smile before he takes a sip of the coffee. The cat sticker is a nice touch. ]

Often, though I don't know that I would say that it's relatively recent. We can trace medical ethics as far back as ancient Greece, but the roots must go further back; we benefit from being able to build up on the foundation set for us, but professionals are no different than any other; they see advancement as invention on their part, arrogance causing them to credit themselves alone.

[ He considers for a moment before adding, ]

I've heard countless different answers as to what justice is and how it molds itself for every different person and circumstances, and it never stops and settles in one place. But I love people, and I wish to cure all that ails them. I wish to see who they can be if only given the chance.

[ There's high expectations of him that he cannot afford not to meet, a constant sense of pressure that pulls him all directions, a need to create miracles, but that coincides with his goals rather than standing at odds with them. ]

I cannot create a life for them, of course, but a person who is not plagued by depression or having their mind eaten away at by dementia or cancer is offered better opportunity than one who suffers that affliction; a person who has a doctors who cares for them better than one who sees them as a paycheck... But I digress.

[ He waves his hand. ]

I find it too vaguely defined a word to apply it to much when compared to others. It's often too self-serving.

[enteloki]

[If only given the chance, as if his scalpel and words have the power to change people vile to the core. Chances make the cruel think there's a savior on the horizon, ready to pull them back from their fate. Disease or not, those people exist. Those people are being helped. They are being thrown back into the world, full of havoc and destruction. To claim to uniformly love all people-

Pathetic. Interesting. Weird.

But most in this facility seem to be innocent victims of genetics and bad luck. Circumstance destroyed them, broke them, consumed them and Hiyori appeared in those ashes as a guardian. Resolute and stable. Every conversation is full of care, every action done with benevolence.

Akechi doesn't care about either group. Takes Hiyori's words with a grain of salt and a sip of bitter liquid.]

May I ask you a rather personal question? One you may not be able to answer in this facility, but I am quite curious.

[killed]

[ That is, perhaps, one more area in which he differs from others in his profession. He knows of the slime that runs through a person's veins. It's something he can cut out, bleed out, squeeze out, until red blood is running through their body again. He knows of a single machine that can erase years of trauma, rewire the brain and curse what ails them. Just a few little shots of electricity can change an entire person. The dead can be brought back, preserved on a screen so that loss might never be permanent. That's love, too, giving a person every opportunity to be happy. They are happy, if only for a moment, and those who break themselves down once more still have his affection, his adoration, his offer.

Happiness is always there. They only need ask for it and he'll give it. No one believes in humanity's potential than Sou Hiyori, and no one wishes for their happiness more than him. How unfortunate, then, that most people would prefer anything to change.

He nods once in response to the question without voicing any of this, ]

Yes, of course. What is it, Akechi-kun?

[enteloki]

How to word this...

[His own coffee now rests next to his tired desk mate, fingers curling under his chin with feigned thought. A troubled look follows, wrinkling the corners of his eyes and making him avert his gaze to an undecorated wall.

Look perturbed. Worried. As if thoughts are troubling in their nature and origin. Pretend to care. Curious. Unnerved.

Both hands fall back to his side and he turns to face him.]

You must truly believe ASUNARO is a fair and just company. A place where all can be given a second chance, if they only ask for it. Afterall, there's no need for you to stay here with your caliber of education and experience. To run your own clinic would allow you the freedom to save all you please without the administrative hurdle of a huge corporation.

[Unwavering, gaze steady - he watches for any change in expression, any sign of weakness, anything to exploit.]

You could even form a nonprofit. Donations would pour in to support you. All the events you attend have created bonds to do that. So I have to ask -

What about ASUNARO keeps you here? It's not a paycheck or a title. It's not even accolades and awards. The funds for research would be given freely by those same people you support if you only asked. I find myself thinking about it quite often.

[And his thoughts have to lead down a winding path - one that coincides with the rich and famous who follow Shido without question. Blackmail, corruption, the unseen strings of a puppeteer. No one is immune to being exploited. No one cunning enough to hide all the skeletons in their closet.]

[killed]

[ He listens patiently, his gaze unwavering, with the look of a person who already knows how it ends. It's nothing that he hasn't been asked before. It's only natural, if only because such talent is highly sought after, and so his answer is smooth and natural, without a hint of hesitation, ]

It's nothing so complicated. I can do the most good here.

[ He rests his elbows on the table, forming a tent with his fingers and resting his chin on them. ]

No man is an island, Akechi-kun. I need other people as much as anyone, and were I to spur that out of some egotistical belief that I could, I would only hinder my progress as much as those of others. That's to say nothing of the administrative tangles that would come along with it...

[ His eyelids lower as he once more allows himself to consider that possibility. It's not one that's afforded to him, or perhaps it is if he wishes for it, as it hardly matters in the grand scheme of things, but it's nothing that he would so desire. He opens his eyes once more, eyelids stopping halfway. There's affection in his voice, a vague sort of pride, ]

No, I am happy with things as they are. ASUNARO shares my same core values, and I am so blessed to be able to work alongside brilliant minds, to do work that will no doubt lead to miracles in the near future, and to perform them now... It would only be ego that motivated me to leave...

[ Upon saying this he lifts his eyes once more, studying the other's expression with more care, his expression falling, ]

Though, ah, to ask that... Could it be that you're dissatisfied with the company?