[ Akechi takes it so seriously that Akira doesn't know how to handle it. He thought he was steering them towards less dangerous waters, but he's still operating on what the old Akechi would have done -- and the old Akechi always deferred to his detective prince persona when any flirting happened, imperious and above everything.
But this Akechi -- his ears are pink and he's so serious into his tea, refusing to even make eye contact like Akira has just landed a critical hit, and it takes Akira's breath away.
It's like meeting someone entirely new, this alternate Akechi that could have been. Should have been, maybe. ]
Um. [ Akira doesn't know how to get out of this one, actually. ]
...yeah? [ And then he just takes a too big sip of his tea and burns his tongue, like an idiot. ]
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But this Akechi -- his ears are pink and he's so serious into his tea, refusing to even make eye contact like Akira has just landed a critical hit, and it takes Akira's breath away.
It's like meeting someone entirely new, this alternate Akechi that could have been. Should have been, maybe. ]
Um. [ Akira doesn't know how to get out of this one, actually. ]
...yeah? [ And then he just takes a too big sip of his tea and burns his tongue, like an idiot. ]