Keeping A Promise (Persona 5) (Patreon)

When Futaba opened up to the Phantom Thieves about the promise list she had told Joker about, everyone tried to get in on it. Everyone tried to add just one thing onto her list to help her break out of her shell little by little. Like how Ryuji added the promise that she needed to go to a midnight release of a game she liked on her own. Or how Ann threw in that Futaba needed to get more comfortable with pictures being taken of her. There were a few suggestions that actually made sense as well, like Makoto making Futaba promise to attend proper schooling one day. Whether it be high school or community college.

However, there were a few additions that she didn’t expect to come from her friends. Like how Akira added in the promise that she needed to come out with the group to more public functions. Or Morgana having her promise to work the counter with Akira a few times. But the one that confused her the most was Haru throwing the promise of Futaba walking around a public area without any underwear to test her resolve. Of course, everyone in the group knew that Haru was the most unhinged one out of them thanks to their time in the Metaverse. But it was still an odd promise coming from what appeared to be, and usually was, such an innocent and kind girl.

But a promise is a promise.

And that was exactly how Futaba ended up stepping off of a train underneath Shinjuku with Akira and Haru by her side to give her a bit of company. All three of them knew exactly what was going on and why they were there. All three of them knew that Futaba didn’t have a single shred of clothing underneath the thin jacket and small skirt that she was wearing. And all three of them knew that Futaba would likely catch more than a few glances from people that she didn’t know. Fortunately, one look at Akira and Haru should easily scare away anyone that wanted to try and make a move on her.

Unfortunately, as the three of the train stopped at Shinjuku, Futaba knew that she couldn’t get out of it. As soon as the doors would open, everyone that was on the train would bumrush their way out of it and force her right along with them. The thought alone caused her heart to heavily pound in her chest, anxiety and nerves causing her stomach to tighten as she realized just how close she was getting to actually doing this.

But as soon as those doors opened, there was no going back. As soon as the first stranger in the train tried to shove past her, Futaba started walking like there was no tomorrow. Akira and Haru were easily able to catch up to her as she walked, but from the sound of their shoes, they were a solid distance behind her. As if they were silently trying to make her do this on her own and without their help. While being close enough that, if she needed help, they would be right there for her.

It eased her heart ever so slightly to know that they were there. But as she continued to walk through the station, making her way out of it, Futaba couldn’t stop her mind from racing. Between thoughts of people catching glances at her under her skirt, and wondering if people could see through her jacket to see that her breasts were bare as well, her heart raced in her chest until there was no tomorrow. Right up until the point that Futaba stepped out of the station and took a few steps into Central Street.

When she stood at the top of the stairs, some part of her knew that people were able to see her plump rear end from below her. She was likely giving Akira and Haru a perfect view of her fair and shapely ass cheeks. However, as she realized that she was giving them a good view of her ass, she realized that she was also giving the dozens to hundreds of people that were going up and down the steps a wonderful view as well. And that thought prompted her to start walking again.

She kept the same pace that she had while stepping out of the train, and thankfully, Akira and Haru were still able to keep up. But that was only until Futaba turned a corner into an alley for a quick break, incidentally bumping into someone that appeared to be a thug. He didn’t grab her or berate her for what she did, simply looking her in the eyes with an expression that made it clear he wasn’t in the mood for some little girl’s shit.

Almost as soon as Futaba steadied herself and started to walk away from him, Akira and Haru stepped past her right up to the man that she had bumped into. And for a moment, just a moment, she was worried a fight would break out between the three of them. She knew that Akira could handle himself thanks to the workout he was doing in the attic, and Haru was unafraid to use anything she could get her hands on as a weapon, but she still didn’t want either of them to get hurt.

Fortunately, the man only sighed and shook his head before forcing his way between them and past Futaba. In the heat of the moment, she didn’t expect it, but her heart jumped out of her chest when she felt his hand smack her ass one quick time as he made his way past her. And when the realization came that he was able to feel her bare ass cheek against his hand, she expected him to grab her or do something to get her to find him later. But all he did was scoff and keep walking away from her.