[ Akira stares at the photo for longer than he should. Considerably longer, all things considered. He doesn't know what his relationship with this Akechi is. He doesn't know how it's progressed.
The two of them -- without all the lies -- would Akira have told him he liked him? Would he still have liked him? Akira doesn't know the answers to any of it. Is it even still Akechi without that rawness that made Akira want to hold onto him until he could see him laid bare?
He saves the photo. ]
It's like a quarter-life crisis. Last semester blues, maybe. Okay. I'll look forward to it. Don't work too hard.
no subject
The two of them -- without all the lies -- would Akira have told him he liked him? Would he still have liked him? Akira doesn't know the answers to any of it. Is it even still Akechi without that rawness that made Akira want to hold onto him until he could see him laid bare?
He saves the photo. ]
It's like a quarter-life crisis. Last semester blues, maybe.
Okay. I'll look forward to it.
Don't work too hard.