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The characters from the Persona series go through scenarios where they get younger.
This choice: Makoto, Haru, and Akira prepare to turn in for the night.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #7

Ma. Ko. Chan!

    by: starjellies Author IconMail Icon
After an hour or so of idle chatter, the three women decided it was best to head to bed and go from there. It was too late to pick up a crib or any sort of bed for Akira, so they tried to make do. Makoto closed the door behind her and was immediately met with a quick peck on the cheek from Haru now that they had a moment of privacy.

Not as private as they thought however, as Akira made a series of happy-sounding gurgles, almost as if approving the union. Makoto's face took on a light blush, and Haru simply smiled and ruffled the baby's hair.

Haru borrowed a set of sleepwear from her girlfriend, and within minutes everyone was tucked into bed. The young Akira was carefully laid between the two as to not fall off the edge of the bed, Haru on his left and Makoto to his right. He seemed to wriggle his little body closer to Makoto, and Haru was more than happy to encroach on the open space, snuggling up to her girlfriend and their little charge.

Makoto wasn't sure how attached she should let herself get to the baby as he nestled closer into her. For all she knew, the next morning he would be back to normal, and this would just be a funny story to bring up after waking up in their awkward situation. She wondered if he would even remember it.

"Mah..." the baby hummed, reaching out with his pudgy little fingers and grazing Makoto's cheek. "Mah... muh... maaaa..."

"Ma. Ko. Chan!" Haru whispered playfully, planting a kiss on the back of Akira's head. "He remembers you," she teased.

Makoto chuckled awkwardly, thinking about the implications a bit too much. Was the Akira she knew somewhere in there? Was he conscious enough to understand who they were. Knowing him, it would certainly be a frustrating experience for him to be so dependent on others. Not to mention how awkward it would be to be babied by your own friends. She could only hope as she drifted off to sleep, that she would know if her worries were true.
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