Erica couldn't stop herself from smiling as she walked back towards her apartment.
It would seem she was wrong about the Eighth Campione.
He wouldn't be a bad influence on Godou, if anything, that previous conversation had demonstrated to her that it was quite the opposite.
He was proof that someone could both accept the role and power of a Campione while living a normal life, something Godou was extremely hesitant to do after his prior meetings with other Campione.
They had always accepted their role and power while discarding any semblance of normality that may have existed before, but Yū Narukami showed that it wasn't impossible to be both a normal teen and a Godslayer.
Right now she wanted nothing more than to intrude on the two kings meeting, to take her place at Godou's side, but she held back, she had already stated that she had other matters to attend to and on top of that, she was hoping that Godou would be more open with the other Campione without anyone else around.
If so then she wondered how her King would develop, would he become a man worthy of the title instead of just the power?
She was certainly looking forward to seeing the results of this meeting.
She could already imagine Godou finally accepting his position in society and ravishing her mercilessly…
Well he probably wouldn't, he was just too shy to do something like that.
But she could wait, even if she really didn't like having to.
Shaking her head she tried to take her mind off that particular train of thought.
It wasn't good to think too hard on things like that after all.
There was one thing that caught her attention now that she wasn't focused on trying to come up with a way to separate the two Campione, something she really should've noticed earlier.
Her bag was heavier than usual.
Turning a suspicious eye towards her bag, she unclasped it and took a peek inside.
Erica
I know you didn't want to accept it but since you have such a large appetite, I decided to put this in here anyway, please don't throw it away, it really is good if Shizuka likes it.
Godou
The Blonde, Italian knight found herself blinking in surprise at the noted she read before moving it aside to reveal one of the bento's Narukami-san had prepared the previous night.
With a couple of blinks she recalled how none of the group had any issues after eating it earlier, so it was probably going to be edible and lacking in poison, so she would eat it when she got home, perhaps she might even let Arianna try some as well… it wasn't like anything bad would happen right?
And so with her smile still in place, she continued her journey back home and to her maid.
Godou really didn't know what to think anymore.
Narukami-san had been perfectly normal while he had been giving him a tour of the local area, honestly the only reason he could tell the other teen was a Campione was because of the prior knowledge of his status… well, that and the comment about getting the History Compilation Committee to buy him a car.
It was just something he never expected to witness, another Campione that wasn't a battle nut.
On top of that, he had managed to get some peace from Erica's constant attention, which in turn gave him time to breath instead of constantly having to fend off her attempts to smother him as much as possible.
"Onii-chan… where have you been?" it was the very first thing he heard as he entered his home, honestly why did Shizuka have to interrogate him every time he did anything now?
"I was with Narukami-senpai," he was for the first time in several months, capable of telling her the full truth about what he was doing, "since he just moved here I decided to show him around… plus it also got me away from Erica," he mumbled that last part low enough for his little sister to not catch it.
"I bet you were also with that Erica girl," the young girl stated while looking at him like someone would look at a pile of dog dirt they had just stepped in.
"Actually, Erica had something else to do so it was just me and Narukami-senpai," he was capable of saying that with complete honesty and it was clear to him that it surprised his little sister after so many months of constantly evading her questions.
"Really?" her tone was sceptical and her expression was just as doubtful.
"Yes, really," he noted the way she looked at him for several seconds, her gaze making him feel nervous, before she finally relented.
"Fine, I'll believe you," and with that she turned her back on him before stalling for a couple of second, "n-next time, let me join you."
As she walked away, Godou found himself frozen to the spot.
Oh god… why?
They'd only met for less than an hour so why?
Why did she already have a crush on him?
Yū returned home at about half past eight at night and he would admit that the time spent with the other Campione had reminded him a little of the time he spent with Yosuke back in Inaba.
Though he would admit that he would much rather actually spend time with the former city-boy, they were simply that much closer than he was to the youngest Campione… plus, they had had a fist fight to mark each other as equals so that also helped things.
Though he was certain Godou wouldn't be the type to do something like that.
Not that he expected to do anything like that with the teen, he wasn't even trying to think of himself as equal to or superior to anyone, that much was clear from their minor interactions that day.
Godou was raised as a pacifist but had the instincts of a Tiger.
That meant that until you pushed him, he would keep trying to avoid conflict but when you finally did back him into a corner… well, then you were in serious trouble.
Still, he had no intention of pushing Godou at all, they weren't enemies after all.
"Welcome home, Yū-kun," he was greeted by a voice he knew but wasn't particularly familiar with, as he opened the door to the apartment.
"Yū," another voice that he rarely heard but knew like the back of his hand.
"Kaa-chan, Tou-san," he responded as he closed the door behind him and removed his shoes while looking at the two people that gave birth to him.
His mother was a beautiful woman of average height. She wore a dark blue business suit with a matching skirt, while her grey hair was cut just below her ears and her grey eyes were clearly tired from overwork.
Next to her was his father, a tall man that he inherited his face and height from. Unlike her he had dull brown eyes and typical black hair, but just like her, his eyes showed that he was overworked.
"You're back rather late," his mother stated with concern in her tone, apparently she still thought of him as a young child but he didn't take it personally, the fact was that both his parents had been too busy working to really raise him properly, it was one of the reasons he was as independent as he was… plus his lack of parental figures resulted in him having to make his own decisions and deal with the consequences, something that had led to him developing the ability to keep his cool in just about any situation.
"I was being shown around the area by an acquaintance," he admitted truthfully, earning a sigh off the woman.
"Yū, just because you're older now doesn't mean it's safe to be walking the streets too late," his father stated, earning a nod off the teen.
"I know, but I also know that I'm more than capable of taking care of myself," the grey haired teen informed them calmly, earning a serious look off his father.
"Look, we know we haven't really been here for you," he started, only to be cut off by the youngest in the room.
"I know, you've been busy with work, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't need you to give me life lessons," the persona user admitted calmly, earning a pair of grimaces off his parents, "I know what I'm doing alright?"
The expressions of displeasure on his parents faces when he said that was enough to almost make him feel guilty but the fact remained, that he didn't need them to teach him anything, not when he already knew most of the life lessons they could try and give him.
Plus, he was a Campione and a persona user.
He wasn't anywhere close to being defenceless.
But he couldn't tell them that, one, they probably wouldn't believe him and two, even if they did, it would only cause them stress to know that their son now killed deities for a living.
"Anyway, I'm going to my room," he called out as he headed towards his bedroom door, "let me know if you need anything."
And with that, he left his parents alone in the lounge.
They never were the closest of families and this wasn't going to change that.