Please teach me well. [ Akira says, a little joking as he drinks his coffee. He hadn't slept well -- there's bags under his eyes now, dark spots that give away that he's not quite at 100% (they match the bruises on his neck, which would be neat if it wasn't so dire) -- but by virtue of sitting awake for 20 minutes on the stairs debating waking Akechi up, he's fully functional despite the fact that this is his first cup.
He might have, in desperation, downed the last of the ice coffee he'd made them last night, but he won't acknowledge that (in part because he drank Akechi's, too, and got distracted thinking about indirect kisses despite the fact that he can literally get direct kisses now). ]
I was going to offer to let you go on your own, but you probably need my skin there, huh? [ Because Akira wants Akechi to have freedom.
Also that's the worst possible way to have phrased that, Akira. ]
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He might have, in desperation, downed the last of the ice coffee he'd made them last night, but he won't acknowledge that (in part because he drank Akechi's, too, and got distracted thinking about indirect kisses despite the fact that he can literally get direct kisses now). ]
I was going to offer to let you go on your own, but you probably need my skin there, huh? [ Because Akira wants Akechi to have freedom.
Also that's the worst possible way to have phrased that, Akira. ]