[By the time Akira is stirring, Akechi has worked himself in and out of three separate crises. He didn't nap, he barely dozed, so to Akira's slight improvement he looks worse, but it's fine. He doesn't have to face people he cares about the opinions of for supplies, and maybe if he looks completely awful in Maruki's stupid fake reality the idiot counselor will rethink his methods.]
[Doubtful.]
[His breath hitches in alarm when Akira shifts, and he's immediately disentangling himself from his warmth. The shift in temperature is almost painful, for how sudden it is, but he draws away and sits up, getting off the bed completely and stepping out of sight just inside the small condo bathroom. He steadies his breathing, focusing on the cold as it seeps back into his body, and moves to the sink to wash his face, methodical.]
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[Doubtful.]
[His breath hitches in alarm when Akira shifts, and he's immediately disentangling himself from his warmth. The shift in temperature is almost painful, for how sudden it is, but he draws away and sits up, getting off the bed completely and stepping out of sight just inside the small condo bathroom. He steadies his breathing, focusing on the cold as it seeps back into his body, and moves to the sink to wash his face, methodical.]