[ Akira doesn't stop. On the contrary, he steps forward again, stepping into Akechi's personal space. Akechi's still wearing his hoodie, and he draws the hoodie back up, uses it to help block out the rest of the world and stand against the fact that Akechi now has a very prominent, uncovered bruise across his cheek.
Then he just drops a hand to Akechi's shoulder in an easy, gentle squeeze, like it's totally normal. ]
I don't think I can. [ It's a little self-deprecating, actually; it's a smile that's a little fake around the edges, a little bit of the child that had nightmares alone in his room, knowing that no one would help him if the monsters were real, trying to stay quiet in case his parents were home. ]
Like I said. You're the first time I've ever wanted something just for me. So I can't stop.
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Then he just drops a hand to Akechi's shoulder in an easy, gentle squeeze, like it's totally normal. ]
I don't think I can. [ It's a little self-deprecating, actually; it's a smile that's a little fake around the edges, a little bit of the child that had nightmares alone in his room, knowing that no one would help him if the monsters were real, trying to stay quiet in case his parents were home. ]
Like I said. You're the first time I've ever wanted something just for me. So I can't stop.