[ It feels wrong, in some ways, but Akira can't focus on that when Akechi's weight is leaning back against him. The dishonesty -- the lie of this reality -- pales in comparison to the warmth against his chest, nothing but smooth lines and slowly relaxing angles.
It's easy to wrap an arm around Akechi, careful and secure, and allow himself to drift off when Akechi's own breathing stills back out.
Akira opens one eye, a few hours later, when Sojiro drops a blanket over the two of them; Sojiro offers a small shh gesture and a knowing wink, and then the sounds of the cafe ramp up slow enough that they're little more than the sounds of morning.
Sojiro is the one who reaches out to gently shake them both awake, eventually. ]
「 You kids probably wanna head upstairs before we open. If you get dressed and come back down, I'll get you some breakfast. 」
[ When Akira looks deeply affronted at the concept of being awake, Sojiro just hands him a cup of coffee like he'd anticipated it, and Akira stretches the arm that had fallen half asleep out to accept the cup. ]
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It's easy to wrap an arm around Akechi, careful and secure, and allow himself to drift off when Akechi's own breathing stills back out.
Akira opens one eye, a few hours later, when Sojiro drops a blanket over the two of them; Sojiro offers a small shh gesture and a knowing wink, and then the sounds of the cafe ramp up slow enough that they're little more than the sounds of morning.
Sojiro is the one who reaches out to gently shake them both awake, eventually. ]
「 You kids probably wanna head upstairs before we open. If you get dressed and come back down, I'll get you some breakfast. 」
[ When Akira looks deeply affronted at the concept of being awake, Sojiro just hands him a cup of coffee like he'd anticipated it, and Akira stretches the arm that had fallen half asleep out to accept the cup. ]