[ For a moment, Akira feels like there's a physical being gripping his chest so hard he can't breathe, can only feel his heart pounding so hard he worries he'll have a heart attack at 17. It's too much: the way Akechi looks with longer hair, the way he wears that smile like it's the most natural thing in the world, the way he still seems to seek out Leblanc.
Akira slowly, slowly, forces himself to breathe, an exhale he thinks could go mostly unnoticed. ]
If you make curry and coffee, you could approximate it. Maybe with less wood. [ It's small, unimportant filler conversation that allows Akira precious time to align his thoughts. He steps over to start making a cup of coffee for Akechi. His preferences there should be the same, right? Akira needs something to hold onto when he feels like he's drowning in everyone else's happiness. ]
One cup of coffee to help the studious student, coming up.
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Akira slowly, slowly, forces himself to breathe, an exhale he thinks could go mostly unnoticed. ]
If you make curry and coffee, you could approximate it. Maybe with less wood. [ It's small, unimportant filler conversation that allows Akira precious time to align his thoughts. He steps over to start making a cup of coffee for Akechi. His preferences there should be the same, right? Akira needs something to hold onto when he feels like he's drowning in everyone else's happiness. ]
One cup of coffee to help the studious student, coming up.