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Akira Kurusu ([personal profile] stealhearted) wrote 2021-06-10 01:04 am (UTC)

[ Some part of Akira forgot that she'd be there. He'd thought it would be Akechi at the door. Maybe an Akechi that had already woken up to the reality being so wrong; maybe he'd greet Akira with a scathing insult even as he let him inside, the same way he'd been vitriolic even while he'd worked with them to defeat God himself.

So it takes Akira's breath away, a little, to see this woman who looks so much like Akechi, to see that the condo inside is cozy. It isn't the barebones minimalism he's come to expect from Akechi -- he can see photos on the wall, furniture, decorations. A hundred items from a life that Akechi never lived.

But he's living it now, isn't he? Akira wonders how different it is. He wonders if he can even call this Akechi the same Akechi. Maruki had challenged him to see if anyone else would pick this reality, and the longer Akira spends the more he thinks they might. ]


Ah... yes, ma'am. He's been studying at Leblanc, so I brought him some coffee. [ Akira holds a thermos up. The coffee had been calculated: if it was the same Akechi from yesterday, it'd be a nice gesture; if it was the normal acerbic Akechi he was used to, it'd be a peace offering.

He steps inside when she allows it, and Akira toes his shoes off automatically, trying not to stare at the fact that the condo seems so... inviting. ]

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