[He always has been something of a bifurcated person when it comes to what he wants and what he does. How he thinks that acting one way will push away all the things that can hurt him, when he's also pushing away all the things he wants at the same time. He makes another animalistic yowl of sound, throwing his weight backward into the door behind him and gripping at his head, still.]
[His mother's voice calls out to him in concern, and it's oddly distant. He raises his head from his hands sharply with a gasp, and if Akira looks, it probably hurts more still that the usual sharpness and exhaustion is there, but the sincerity of the fear in his eyes mixes into it. Her voice calls out again, closer this time. Akechi struggles to make himself use Akira's given name.] Akira,
[The doorknob rattles behind him, and he shifts his hand to hold it still. She calls out to him again, rattling the doorknob a little harder. Clarity claims his features, and he turns sharply, whirling in place and turning the doorknob to wrench the door open.]
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[His mother's voice calls out to him in concern, and it's oddly distant. He raises his head from his hands sharply with a gasp, and if Akira looks, it probably hurts more still that the usual sharpness and exhaustion is there, but the sincerity of the fear in his eyes mixes into it. Her voice calls out again, closer this time. Akechi struggles to make himself use Akira's given name.] Akira,
[The doorknob rattles behind him, and he shifts his hand to hold it still. She calls out to him again, rattling the doorknob a little harder. Clarity claims his features, and he turns sharply, whirling in place and turning the doorknob to wrench the door open.]
[The reality shatters, and with it, his mother.]