[ For a long moment, Akira doesn't move. Then he leans forward, dropping his hands from his face so he can wrap them around Akechi and bury his face in Akechi's chest in a smooth action that leaves him with no time to actually open his eyes. He's not even sure where he dropped his glasses, at this point. He isn't sure he needs them right now anyway. ]
I don't know what I need. [ It's a little muffled, being that he's speaking into Akechi's shirt, and his breathing is still a shaky inhale-exhale that leaves his throat went. It's probably not very comfortable for either of them, but Akira can't focus on that right now. ]
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I don't know what I need. [ It's a little muffled, being that he's speaking into Akechi's shirt, and his breathing is still a shaky inhale-exhale that leaves his throat went. It's probably not very comfortable for either of them, but Akira can't focus on that right now. ]
I don't know anything, really.