It's just you and me. [ Akira reaches out, drops his hand over Akechi's where it's across Akira's face. It feels like hiding, almost, but Akira isn't sure which of them is hiding. Both of them, maybe. ]

I don't know what "us" means. It doesn't have to mean anything. [ Akira presses down on Akechi's hand, lightly, just enough to give a steady reassuring pressure. It makes Akira's darkened vision light up gold. ]

But I know I want to stay with you.