[ Akira watches Akechi's hand. His skin is the same milky pale that it always has been, but it doesn't seem like he's nearly as inclined to keep them behind gloves.

Akira assumes that's a bit of a metaphor, but it hurts to think about. ]

I don't know if I'll be able to stay in Tokyo. [ Akira says it like he couldn't just go to Maruki and say -- hey, can you make sure this happens for my happiness? He says it like it's an actual obstacle. He doesn't know why.

He wants it to be real, maybe. ]

...But I'd come back for university. If I -- if I couldn't stay with Sojiro, I'd need... a roommate.