Akumu is an orphan, both of his parents died when he was young and he has been bouncing from place to place ever since. He never allowed himself to properly address the trauma, bottling it for the sake of survival; this greatly affects his ability to process trauma in his present life.

Akumu's early life consisted of bouncing around a lot; never staying in one place very long and always alone in come capasity. He kept his grades high and lived off of various scholarships and the supplied student boarding to keep afloat. While this did make him very well rounded; he participated in as many extra curriculars as possible to ensure his scholarships. It did damage his ability to form and retain relationships. He would be in a school for a year and often get sent out to a different school for a different scholarship or opportunity they felt prudent for him to seize and being the new kid and making new friends every year became difficult emotinally. His traumar response made him bottle it up and rather aloof and apathetic.

Furthermore, this unresolved trauma was not without consequence. Akumu suffers bouts of insomnia during particularly stressful periods and pairs quite aggressively with his preexisting, yet undiagnosed narcolepsy. He will go through his bouts of restlessness and the moment his body deems him safe or comfortable enough he will drop like a sack of bricks. Due to repression this hasn't affected him too aggressively in a few years.

Coming to the dorms was the same as any other time he’d been moved in the last few years. He’d developed a sort of disconnected apathy to preserve himself, still having not addressed or processed any kind of trauma. Evident by the zero hesitation to summon his persona when needed. His participation in SEES, was purely, well I don’t have any other choice do I? It wasn’t something he found the same passion in but out of forced responsibility and obligation he made the best of it and lead the team seriously. Often working his team harder than necessary for area scaling and devastating the shadows in the area. He seemed to start coming into himself the longer he stayed and got to know the members of the dorm and settled into Gekkoukan, seeming particularly happy after having met Shinjiro and initiated their relationship.

Second semester things took a rocky turn. It seemed like Akumu was having the best time, he was the happiest he’d been in years; Shinji was in the dorm and the two would spend a lot of time cooking or gardening together to the oblivion of the rest of the team before retiring for the night and slipping into each others rooms in the dead of night. So when October 4th came and went and they watched the light be absolutely robbed from Akumu, the teams was taken aback. He withdrew, becoming cold and completely silent. The only time they heard him speaking for the first few weeks was to Koromaru and in a hushed and broken tone. He stopped sleeping and started disappearing in the night to Tartarus alone to grind and try to vent some of the emotions his poor coping would not let him address. The only thing that kept him from succumbing to the shadows in the tower was Koromaru’s quick actions and further insistence to come with him. Eventually it lead to him finally cracking and breaking down.

Akumu threw himself into grinding Tartarus, despite numorous protests from his team. He'd begun leaving the dorms during the dark hour completely alone, breaking several of the rules that Akihiko and Mitsuru had set in place. No back up, no navigation, nothing. He'd grind recklessly until his body collapsed and kept going. He'd turn up the next mornings looking haggard but refused to answer what happened, or where he'd been. He'd started limping, babying one of his side over the other, sometimes even bleeding through his shirts in class, symptoms ramping up over the passing weeks. Eventually they'd put two and two together and begged for him to stop but he wouldn't listen to anyone, continuing to slip out at any cost. They'd gotten desperate, trying to lock him in his room, guard the door, the entrance to tartarus, going to far as to take his evoker but nothing worked. He'd find a way out one way or another and the team came to realize that after Aragaki's passing; Akumu no longer needed his evoker to summon his persona. Thankfully Koromaru was resorceful and his presence easier to accept for Akumu, eventually succeeding in leading the poor boy home and allowing him to start to unpack the damage and trauma he'd been holding onto.

Despite being aware of his Midnight activities, no one knew why this death had hit him so hard. No one had known or thought either of them particularly close and assumed that it was the grief of seeing death like that again after his parents. They couldn't wrap their heads around this new, cold and driven personality from their leader and did their best to keep him safe from the sidelines and match his pace in training. Only Akihiko, who had caught witness of moments of their closeness was able to piece together that their relationship was a lot deeper than just teammates and he was grieving the loss of a lover the only way he knew how; Recklessly.

This will be edited when I finally finish the game and get THOSE ducks in a row.