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jurisdick ( by now, goro akechi was used to flitting between foster homes. he had done it since he was five, and it seemed like he’d be forced to until he could get a guardian to sign on his behalf long enough to live on his own. the ups and downs, uncertainties, twists of attitudes and family dynamics? he saw it all. there were some that were better than others, of course, but most of the time, each and every home he spent time in felt like a temporary space: a stepping stone toward some inevitable end.
it didn’t matter. not really. he didn’t delude himself into thinking any of these homes cared about his well-being beyond the fact that he was breathing. and nor did he care about them, not really. why would he? it was all temporary. everything was one step closer to finally meeting the man responsible for his and his mother’s demise, and to seek revenge on the sick fuck that took advantage of so many.
(for awhile, akechi likened himself to a hero, a sort of robinhood figure that would take from the sick and greedy rich and give to the poor. he’d take down the most corrupt of men and he’d get vindication for himself and, he was all too convinced, for so many others.
by the time he turned fifteen and met the man face-to-face on his first day as an intern in politics, he realized that maybe he was probably an anti-hero after all.)
it wasn’t all bad. not really. by the time he turned sixteen, he realized that the internet was a very convenient avenue for channeling his need for some form of attachment. like this, he could feel a little less alone without forming unnecessary attachments that would prevent him from humiliating and tearing down his scum of a dad. if he didn’t know people in the real world, they’d never be disappointed in how unhealthily obsessed he was with seeking revenge on adults.
akechi didn’t have too much luck making lasting friendships. he didn’t share many hobbies with teenagers his age, and most assumed his peculiar way of typing was superficial. which, to some degree, it was …
until he met joker. joker was — a breath of frustrating fresh air. someone that kept him intellectually engaged and didn’t smother him with messages or ghost him after a week or so. joker was intriguing in a way that akechi felt, almost poetically, was a foil of himself. someone similar, but different enough where it mattered.
so for joker, he made the effort.
for two years, in fact. he couldn’t quite say he had friendships that lasted half as long as that. it was just — easy. a nice escape when his own world got dark and the metaverse got cold and isolating and the cruel words from shido made him doubt his very existence. )
it didn’t matter. not really. he didn’t delude himself into thinking any of these homes cared about his well-being beyond the fact that he was breathing. and nor did he care about them, not really. why would he? it was all temporary. everything was one step closer to finally meeting the man responsible for his and his mother’s demise, and to seek revenge on the sick fuck that took advantage of so many.
(for awhile, akechi likened himself to a hero, a sort of robinhood figure that would take from the sick and greedy rich and give to the poor. he’d take down the most corrupt of men and he’d get vindication for himself and, he was all too convinced, for so many others.
by the time he turned fifteen and met the man face-to-face on his first day as an intern in politics, he realized that maybe he was probably an anti-hero after all.)
it wasn’t all bad. not really. by the time he turned sixteen, he realized that the internet was a very convenient avenue for channeling his need for some form of attachment. like this, he could feel a little less alone without forming unnecessary attachments that would prevent him from humiliating and tearing down his scum of a dad. if he didn’t know people in the real world, they’d never be disappointed in how unhealthily obsessed he was with seeking revenge on adults.
akechi didn’t have too much luck making lasting friendships. he didn’t share many hobbies with teenagers his age, and most assumed his peculiar way of typing was superficial. which, to some degree, it was …
until he met joker. joker was — a breath of frustrating fresh air. someone that kept him intellectually engaged and didn’t smother him with messages or ghost him after a week or so. joker was intriguing in a way that akechi felt, almost poetically, was a foil of himself. someone similar, but different enough where it mattered.
so for joker, he made the effort.
for two years, in fact. he couldn’t quite say he had friendships that lasted half as long as that. it was just — easy. a nice escape when his own world got dark and the metaverse got cold and isolating and the cruel words from shido made him doubt his very existence. )
