It should be a comfort that in every plausible reality, every mental manipulation of Kurusu Akira stands with that languid posture. Speaks with the same self-assured confidence that caught Akechi's attention under those blaring studio lights months ago.
He doesn't shy away from the topic, so Akechi meets it. 'You said we did this often'? incites. A prince is forced to act and keeps his expression neutral. Steady. Calm. Calm. 'You said we did this often?' how wonderful it must be for a leader to forget. How pleasant. It's easy - so easy.]
Often may be a stretch, however -
[It's the warmth of bathhouse water lapping at his chest, the dizzying heat, and a conversation that continues despite it. Steam warms his lips until until the easygoing banter between them dies naturally.
It's cafe outing after cafe outing, where they speak and talk and converse without concern of any fan's ire because Akira had done more to speak with Akechi than anyone in his entire life.
It's Akira touching him, unprompted. Unwanted. Impossible to stop and the memory of it -
The thought of it -
The fact only one of them thought it was important enough to keep buried in a heart.
He motions forward with a perpetually gloved hand - a short walk around the property. Privacy guaranteed in the outskirts, darkness from the trees surrounding shade.]
We conversed frequently and met up often. Small walks and outings, mostly. I enjoyed spending time at you home as well - it's quite the comfortable place to be. We played games together too. The last time we met up, you were getting fairly good at billiards.
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a fun surprise <3
It should be a comfort that in every plausible reality, every mental manipulation of Kurusu Akira stands with that languid posture. Speaks with the same self-assured confidence that caught Akechi's attention under those blaring studio lights months ago.
He doesn't shy away from the topic, so Akechi meets it. 'You said we did this often'? incites. A prince is forced to act and keeps his expression neutral. Steady. Calm. Calm. 'You said we did this often?' how wonderful it must be for a leader to forget. How pleasant. It's easy - so easy.]
Often may be a stretch, however -
[It's the warmth of bathhouse water lapping at his chest, the dizzying heat, and a conversation that continues despite it. Steam warms his lips until until the easygoing banter between them dies naturally.
It's cafe outing after cafe outing, where they speak and talk and converse without concern of any fan's ire because Akira had done more to speak with Akechi than anyone in his entire life.
It's Akira touching him, unprompted. Unwanted. Impossible to stop and the memory of it -
The thought of it -
The fact only one of them thought it was important enough to keep buried in a heart.
He motions forward with a perpetually gloved hand - a short walk around the property. Privacy guaranteed in the outskirts, darkness from the trees surrounding shade.]
We conversed frequently and met up often. Small walks and outings, mostly. I enjoyed spending time at you home as well - it's quite the comfortable place to be. We played games together too. The last time we met up, you were getting fairly good at billiards.