[There wasn't any warning. But on one seemingly ordinary day, when Yosuke would be at work and Yu wouldn't. He'd come home to find the door unlocked, it wasn't even fully latched.
And when Yu entered...
It was mostly minor inconveniences. Shoes had been rearranged, a few hidden. Any pornographic material had been censored and staches had been drawn on the faces. And the culprit was still there, humming and swinging their legs away as they sat on the kitchen table. Their lab coat hanging off the edge.
The shadow had made a mess of the kitchen. They were currently mixing various ingredients at random, off in her own world for now. Like she'd not just picked a lock and done a load of small pranks.]
[The door is open. When faced with a situation like this, a potential intruder, some people may back off and call the police. Some may at least wait for help. Yu does neither of those things, instead venturing inside to see what's in store for him. He grabs the golf club by the door as a matter of instinct, or habit, rather than actual need. Inside, the scene looks less like a robbery or a ransacking and more like...
...a series of pranks, maybe?
The club lowers slowly as he surveys the damage, following the trail of chaos into the kitchen to find--]
It's you.
[He sounds collected, but there's some surprise in his expression as he notes the lab coat, those glowing eyes. Naoto's Shadow. How could this be happening again...?]
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glitchy things
And when Yu entered...
It was mostly minor inconveniences. Shoes had been rearranged, a few hidden. Any pornographic material had been censored and staches had been drawn on the faces. And the culprit was still there, humming and swinging their legs away as they sat on the kitchen table. Their lab coat hanging off the edge.
The shadow had made a mess of the kitchen. They were currently mixing various ingredients at random, off in her own world for now. Like she'd not just picked a lock and done a load of small pranks.]
no subject
...a series of pranks, maybe?
The club lowers slowly as he surveys the damage, following the trail of chaos into the kitchen to find--]
It's you.
[He sounds collected, but there's some surprise in his expression as he notes the lab coat, those glowing eyes. Naoto's Shadow. How could this be happening again...?]