[ Akira feels like he's suffocating, and he's dealt with other people's anxiety enough to be aware of when he's tipping too far into it, so he just leans into Akechi when they're sitting, focusing on slowing his breathing down.
His eyes sting, so he doesn't open them.
He stays like that for a long moment. When he first came to Tokyo, he felt -- small; insignificant. He was one unjustly prosecuted kid in a sea of people who all had their own worries and problems. It didn't matter if the world wasn't fair when he still had to live in it. Then he'd changed things, however small; he'd made a difference. He'd inspired people. He'd helped people.
He feels the same way he did back then. Small. Useless. Making the wrong decisions -- and not making any decisions -- because he's too paralyzed with the idea of hurting anyone; of getting himself in too deep.
His 'spirit of rebellion' has taken a backseat to worry all over again. ]
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His eyes sting, so he doesn't open them.
He stays like that for a long moment. When he first came to Tokyo, he felt -- small; insignificant. He was one unjustly prosecuted kid in a sea of people who all had their own worries and problems. It didn't matter if the world wasn't fair when he still had to live in it. Then he'd changed things, however small; he'd made a difference. He'd inspired people. He'd helped people.
He feels the same way he did back then. Small. Useless. Making the wrong decisions -- and not making any decisions -- because he's too paralyzed with the idea of hurting anyone; of getting himself in too deep.
His 'spirit of rebellion' has taken a backseat to worry all over again. ]
I'm -- sorry, you're the one who was upset --