[Even if he was really only the Detective Prince for a little over a year, it still felt like a lifetime. He'd never gotten so much attention, and even if in the back of his mind he knew it wasn't what he wanted, wasn't real attention, wasn't attention to him, but to the him he presented, he really thought no one could see anything else. Not even in the sense that he thought his acting was that good-- it was passable, but he was good at knowing when he was being watched. Akira, somehow... managed to see him when he didn't think he was visible. Looked at him when he wasn't the Detective Prince. Listened.]
[And it's the most terrifying thing he's ever experienced.]
[He can't exactly stop the way his heart crawls steadily into his ears, the way his eyes well up and spill over like a tap left on to fill tiny glasses, but he does manage to stay quiet until Akira says his piece. He doesn't want to, but he's well aware that the moment he stops closing his throat off entirely to tell him to stop he's just going to yell, and probably sob.]
[And he does exactly that, reaching out and putting his hands on Akira's collar bones, this time, and putting his weight there but not quite pushing, and he exclaims without words a few times, sharp little barks of sound that don't sound like his voice even as they bounce off the walls in his head, which he was finding surprisingly empty at this specific moment.]
You were never supposed to-- If you knew I was lying, why... [He pushes him, just a little, and then curls his fingers into his shirt and pulls, instead.] You are the stupidest, most idiotic... You can't-- God, just shut up. [He'll surprise them both when he uses his hands on Akira's shirt to yank him forward and kiss him because at this point, nothing else makes sense.]
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[And it's the most terrifying thing he's ever experienced.]
[He can't exactly stop the way his heart crawls steadily into his ears, the way his eyes well up and spill over like a tap left on to fill tiny glasses, but he does manage to stay quiet until Akira says his piece. He doesn't want to, but he's well aware that the moment he stops closing his throat off entirely to tell him to stop he's just going to yell, and probably sob.]
[And he does exactly that, reaching out and putting his hands on Akira's collar bones, this time, and putting his weight there but not quite pushing, and he exclaims without words a few times, sharp little barks of sound that don't sound like his voice even as they bounce off the walls in his head, which he was finding surprisingly empty at this specific moment.]
You were never supposed to-- If you knew I was lying, why... [He pushes him, just a little, and then curls his fingers into his shirt and pulls, instead.] You are the stupidest, most idiotic... You can't-- God, just shut up. [He'll surprise them both when he uses his hands on Akira's shirt to yank him forward and kiss him because at this point, nothing else makes sense.]