[ Akira knew this was going to come. He knew it was going to happen, so he was prepared for it, in a way: he hears himself make promises to Akechi's mother and calm excuses to Sojiro; he brushes off their concern as he sets out. Things have been steadily breaking, and he's waiting for the moment everything cracks -- he can see it happen, in the way Morgana looks at his hands too long in confusion, in the way Futaba will look at her mother with a stricken expression, in the way Ryuji's leg sometimes gives out for no good reason.
So he was waiting for this. He leaves his bag at home. It feels too light without Morgana inside of it, and there's nothing he needs to bring when Akechi is clearly not in need of any coffee. He does bring a container of curry and rice, but it's more to placate Akechi's mother than anything else.
He doesn't think Akechi will be eating.
He gets to the door and inhales, slowly, glancing at the chat as Futaba says it's weird that Morgana doesn't have a chat ID, right?. He turns his phone off and knocks, offering Akechi's mother a smile and an easy platitude before he steps in to see Akechi. ]
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So he was waiting for this. He leaves his bag at home. It feels too light without Morgana inside of it, and there's nothing he needs to bring when Akechi is clearly not in need of any coffee. He does bring a container of curry and rice, but it's more to placate Akechi's mother than anything else.
He doesn't think Akechi will be eating.
He gets to the door and inhales, slowly, glancing at the chat as Futaba says it's weird that Morgana doesn't have a chat ID, right?. He turns his phone off and knocks, offering Akechi's mother a smile and an easy platitude before he steps in to see Akechi. ]
... hey. [ Is all he offers. ]