[He absolutely Has Not, so when Akira pivots and doesn't so much pin him to the wall as leans against it with him between himself and the brick, Akechi can't quite keep himself from the startled gasp and the way he tries to backpedal to the point where his back is pressed flat to the bricks behind him. It doesn't get any better, either, when Akira practically smolders at him like a flame, but he does well enough to keep his shoulders squared rather than wilt at the attention.]

[He keeps his gaze, and even if for a split second he looks frightened in a way that is absolutely thrilled he just quirks an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest neatly.] Unlike some people, I was focused on tasks at hand that didn't involve "doing" the people I was cohorting with.

[But then he does duck away, though it's more of a (surprisingly graceful, considering his lack of sleep) sidestep that has him fold partially horizontal at the hips before, arms still crossed, he stamps his way down the side street toward the convenience store they went to for his concealer.] Come on, didn't you say you wanted to get this done before the shops were busy? You must be embarrassed by how stupid you look in that scarf, after all. [He's speaking a little louder and a little ruder than is strictly necessary, mostly to hide the aggressive scarlet flush that creeps up his neck at Akira's sudden and very pointed advance.]

[If Akira had been making it clear he was interested, Akechi hadn't noticed until very recently. He supposed he always took Akira's behavior with a grain of salt-- he was always lying, himself, so it suited to assume everyone else was doing the same. But thinking back on it, Akira... had always been a bit of a flirt, hadn't he? A slight tremor pulls his shoulders taut at the idea.]