[The words slip between his ribs, unguarded, like a chilled blade.
It seems- odd for Akechi to put so much emphasis on the time that they've spent together. Calling him friend was one thing, a way to appeal, but this is another entirely. The seed of doubt sprouts in his chest, and its leaves curl over a dulled sense of alarm.
If you didn't meet a whole entire person, what else could've changed?
He's not Maruki's Akira... but he may not be Akechi's, either. The thought has never left him since he arrived, but now it presses in on all sides. He's cornered by it, because it feels so very possible and real.]
Seems like I'm receiving a lot of kind gestures from you, today. [Akira pushes his glasses up before pushing away from the wall, back still just a little bit bowed. Casual. Relaxed. Ways he should always appear to Akechi, regardless of their placement in time.] You said we did this often?
[Remember, his brain whispers, or were the memories never there to forget?]
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It seems- odd for Akechi to put so much emphasis on the time that they've spent together. Calling him friend was one thing, a way to appeal, but this is another entirely. The seed of doubt sprouts in his chest, and its leaves curl over a dulled sense of alarm.
If you didn't meet a whole entire person, what else could've changed?
He's not Maruki's Akira... but he may not be Akechi's, either. The thought has never left him since he arrived, but now it presses in on all sides. He's cornered by it, because it feels so very possible and real.]
Seems like I'm receiving a lot of kind gestures from you, today. [Akira pushes his glasses up before pushing away from the wall, back still just a little bit bowed. Casual. Relaxed. Ways he should always appear to Akechi, regardless of their placement in time.] You said we did this often?
[Remember, his brain whispers, or were the memories never there to forget?]