[Akira doesn't think much of it at first. It's not unusual that Maruki is cooking; he wouldn't be surprised if it's second nature for him, having lived with Akechi for some time. He's a counselor, and the adult in the house besides. Akira hasn't really offered to cook much yet, because it feels... wrong to intrude on such a normalcy like that. So when he's asked to sit, he doesn't question it.
Until he hears the words that follow.
His entire body locks up, stunned like he's been zapped with a Zio. He can't remember the last time anyone said that to him. Akira never told Sojiro or the Phantom Thieves. So then...]
I- No, but- [He doesn't know how to handle being at a total loss for words. Akira sometimes chooses not to talk, but he doesn't get thrown in that particular way very often. Maruki seems to be accomplishing that a lot, however.] ...How did you find out my birthday?
[Maruki knows his birthday. He never even told Morgana his birthday.
He doesn't remember how he spent his 17th birthday, what he did that day or who he talked to. Most likely he spent it the same way he did all of those days leading up to his arrest - adrenaline thrumming through his veins at the thought of his access, or nausea twisting his gut at the thought that very soon he would be dead.]
ok, i'm ready!
Until he hears the words that follow.
His entire body locks up, stunned like he's been zapped with a Zio. He can't remember the last time anyone said that to him. Akira never told Sojiro or the Phantom Thieves. So then...]
I- No, but- [He doesn't know how to handle being at a total loss for words. Akira sometimes chooses not to talk, but he doesn't get thrown in that particular way very often. Maruki seems to be accomplishing that a lot, however.] ...How did you find out my birthday?
[Maruki knows his birthday. He never even told Morgana his birthday.
He doesn't remember how he spent his 17th birthday, what he did that day or who he talked to. Most likely he spent it the same way he did all of those days leading up to his arrest - adrenaline thrumming through his veins at the thought of his access, or nausea twisting his gut at the thought that very soon he would be dead.]