[He tugs his way back out of Akira's grip and pulls on his hoodie, having left it zipped from before-- it's almost big on him, except in the shoulders. He's only a touch broader than Akira, and really only there, but Akira had a bit more muscle definition to the rest of him that Akechi didn't so much lack as he bore leaner. He curls both his hands into loose fists and then takes a small step forward, reaching out to pinch the edge of Akira's sleeve between a thumb and forefinger to mirror his previous grasp.]
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