[ The look Akira gives him is -- unguarded and warm. He's clearly sleepy, and he stretches like a cat before his arm finds its way back around Akechi like it belongs there. He offers Akechi a smile, reaching out to drag his fingers through a particularly out of place lock of Akechi's hair and comb it back into some semblance of behaving. ]
So... coffee, first thing. [ They've really gotta talk about the fact that they're highschoolers and they're this dependent on caffeine, but that's Sojiro's sin to bear. ]
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So... coffee, first thing. [ They've really gotta talk about the fact that they're highschoolers and they're this dependent on caffeine, but that's Sojiro's sin to bear. ]