[ open ] welcome, dreamer, to the new dream

[paradisefraught]

 Buzz, buzz. Buzz, buzz.

Akira, holding onto the train pole with one hand, fishes out his phone. It's that one group chat again, huh...he swipes at it, getting the ghost notifications off his screen. Futaba won't let him leave it, even though like, half the messages are just random blank texts...and she was weird about it...it's part of her software testing, right?

The train rumbles. His phone buzzes. The world settles.

Right. The metal is cold against his left palm; he can feel it through the leather. Futaba likes programming. She does this kind of thing all the time. Isshiki-san isn't here to rein her in. She's on a business trip. Futaba misses her.

Buzz, buzz. Bu--


Missing your parents...Akira can't relate. If anything, his dad, Takuto...nah. Akira loves his dad.

Hey, dad. I'm on the train right now. Can you imagine a world where everyone who needed one could always get a seat? That's part of your research, right?

Hazy memories of toddling around an academic conference, youngest there by far, researchers taking an interest in such a young kid, and--

Message not sent. Retry?

Huh? Akira taps the retry button.

Nothing happens.

Maybe...the metro has iffy wi-fi connection sometimes, doesn't it? He just needs to get off the train and...

The room is blue. It's so blue. His lone gloved hand, grasping nothing, falls limp by his side.

This...isn't the train station.

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[takutomaruki]

When they walk past the doors, Maruki levels him a curt look. "You really shouldn't talk while eating but..." A small wistful smile follows on his lips. "You're right. I always carry snacks on me."

They are back in Shibuya again, the murmurs of the cognitive crowd shifting beside them as he shakes his head and snaps his fingers- a small hood unfurling from his lab coat. He pulls it over his head, much for the sake of protecting his own identity and to ensure that no one else spots him and Morning together.

"I know a place," he nods ahead to one of the cafes on Central Street as he runs his hand through his hair. "Can you bring me up to speed about your father? Have you two been living together in Shibuya for long?"

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"Shorwi..." Morning crunches straight through the core of the apple until nothing but the stem is left; he puts it in his pocket. "Uhhh...yeah! We've been living in Tokyo for as long as I can remember...Dad is the school counselor at Shujin and he's researching...uh...cognitive psience!"

[takutomaruki]

Maruki makes quick note of what he just mentioned, unsure on how believable all of this is. Always living in Tokyo? "So you...know about his research. Or does he keep you in the dark about it?"

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"I know some of it." Akira nods, proud. "Not the science-y stuff, but...cognition is so powerful! It's super cool!"

[takutomaruki]

Scienc-y.

If Maruki truly is this Akira's father he might have to rip a personal hole through the space time continuum to burn away that doctor's PHD because who allows their son to say things like-

"...scientific," he quietly corrects as if he were physically holding himself back from saying more. "And yes its...its very cool. Very enlightening. I am very hungry." How the hell does he even know-

Maruki presses his palms together, almost too suddenly as if sending a silent prayer to the gods above when there is one residing in his brain. God, give me strength-

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Akira gives him a mischievous little grin. "Cognition is suuuuuper science-y!"

[takutomaruki]

The look Akira will recieve is equal parts tired teacher and fed-up parent—a combination only Maruki could truly master. “Okay,” he said flatly, already feeling his patience slipping through his fingers like sand.

They reached the front of a small coffee shop, and Maruki pushed the door open with the weight of a man walking into another cognitive battle. The cozy ambiance greeted them warmly, but it did little to quell the simmering exasperation bubbling just beneath his polite smile.

“Keep this attitude up,” he said as they shuffled inside, his tone calm but dripping with warning, “and you will pay for your own breakfast, son.”

Maruki matched the grin—sharp, knowing, and just smug enough to hopefully give Akira pause. “I know exactly what you’re doing,” he replied, his voice so eerily pleasant that it had to be a trap. “But do go on. Please. Tell the nice barista how science-y cognition is when you order your plain black coffee, since that’s all your student budget can afford.”

[paradisefraught]

Tell the nice barista how science-y cognition is...

Without missing a beat, Morning skips forward to the counter, eager and shining and earnest. "Hi, Mr. Barista! Did you know that we can use the power of our own cognition to change our realities? It's true! There's a new branch of psychology called applied cognitive psience attempting to harness the power of our own perception to change the world! Have you ever heard of the placebo effect? It's like that, but imagine it on a much bigger scale..."

And he goes on and on, sounding a bit like he's regurgitating a powerpoint presentation, but mostly like he actually knows what he's talking about. Morning knows his stuff.

[takutomaruki]

His words did not make him pause.

In fact, Maruki got the chance to watch Joker walk up to the cognitive barista who offered them a lilted smile and proceeded to be overthrown by the sheer presence of Akira Maruki.

The fact that he did go on and on, made Maruki stall off on his own points of interest and arguments at Akira's understanding- like a teacher willing to pose a question to test him but ultimately he falls short. In fact, he finally decides to step forward and go- "Hookay- I get it. You do know quite a lot about this pscience- maybe I shouldn't have sold your father short."

"It's just-" he is about to pose him a question but instead denies against it. "You know what. Nothing costs money here, I will order some drinks and snacks then." He shook his head. "Go ahead and order because after that- we have things to discuss."

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"You said something bad about Dad...?" Akira frowns for a moment, but then perks back up. "Can I have two muffins and a sandwich and a big black coffee?"

[takutomaruki]

Oh, that was perhaps a terrible things to say-

"Don't worry I was just criticizing myself," he answers instead. Not like he was wrong.

"Fair enough. You can get us some seats then, I will get us our food."

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Akira happily finds them a table for two and waits for Maruki.

[takutomaruki]

And Maruki, despite the sheer ridiculousness of the situation- delivers the needful. He sets the two muffins, the sandwich and two cups of black coffees on either side of the table.

He squints at his own sandwich and proceeds to pull out a few sauce packets from his pockets. Ketchup. Mayonnaise. Mustard. Garlic Sauce.

Though the doctor doesn't touch his food just yet, instead he leans forward on the table and watches the other Akira like they were starring in some sort of sitcom. "So, Morning-kun. I have some concerns and questions I am afraid that will wear you out but its the only way I will be able to keep my mind at ease."

[paradisefraught]

Morning's eyes light up when Not-Dad comes back with the food! He takes a muffin gratefully. "Iitadakimasu! Please, ask away!" Munchmunchmunch.

[takutomaruki]

Maruki rested his chin on his folded hands, watching as Morning devoured his muffin with an enthusiasm that could only be described as contagious. A small smile tugged at his lips as he leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze softening. For all the strangeness of the situation, there was something undeniably grounding about this boy’s presence—a peculiar familiarity that tugged at his chest.

“So,” Maruki began, his tone light but with an undertone of curiosity, “Morning-kun, let’s say—hypothetically—that I am your father in another universe. I imagine you’d know certain things about me. Or, well... him.”

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Morning tilts his head, eyes wide and curious. "Sure. What kinda things?"

[takutomaruki]

“Oh, I don’t know.” Maruki gestured vaguely. “What’s something... distinctive about your father? Something only his son would know? Can be embarassing too- though I would prefer you keep it down with those parts.”

There's a grin as he places an index finger on his lips.

[paradisefraught]

"Hmmm...one time we were at a conference and they had a dessert bar and he was supposed to present after dinner but he ate himself sick on cake on accident!"

[takutomaruki]

Maruki pauses for a moment, remembering a certain event like that which had happened nearly a decade ago.

His brow twitches as his smile threatens to splinter, going for his cup of coffee. "...are you convinced that was an accident?"

[paradisefraught]

Morning gets a conspiratorial look on his face. "Dad would tell you that if you asked him!"

[takutomaruki]

Maruki begins to take a sip of his coffee, only for him to find the conspirational look aimed directly at him that makes him feel incredibly awkward.

And incredibly seen.

He sets the mug down, awkwardly as he coughs into his hand. "I can't deny or confirm that has happened to me," he says though his tone gives away the needful. "It was an accident. The cake had too much sugar in it!"

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Akira grins along. "Uh-huh. Of course it did."

[takutomaruki]

Maruki looks away from that grin, slightly embarassed as he chuckles almost too awkwardly. "Don't look at me like that."

"But, one thing does confuse me a little," his brows furrow. "Did your father...take you to work then? Regularly?"

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"Uh...yeah?" Morning cocks his head. "Why wouldn't he? Research grants pay for research, not raising a kid..." he kicks at the floor under the table. "He liked watching me react to his research...even if I stuck a ton of pens in my mouth. Reportedly."

[takutomaruki]

Maruki's lips curled to the side as he finally unfurled his sandwich and stares down at the bread. He gets one of the sauce packets and proceeds to dissect the poor food while adding in his preferred combination of sauces because god forbid these guys actually add enough to even make the food taste like something. Next time, he's making some Japanese breakfast.

He chuckles at the mention of the pens. "Well, knowing your older self from my world- you have always been too curious. Albeit too reckless." As reckless as going to a Palace right before the school entrance. He could only imagine how stressful it must have been to balance his doctorate research while raising a kid.
"...How old were you during that little incident? Like any vague number or..."