[ Yeah, Akira missed this. The feeling of shadows crumpling under his attacks, the sound of Akechi's laughter ringing in his ears. He'll tell the rest of the group about it soon, and he tells himself that to assuage his guilt, but he loves this, in the middle of it, just the two of them, watching the way they automatically compensate for each other.
Akira doesn't know if Joker and Crow really count as their "true" selves -- they're a mask in their own way, after all-- but it's so much easier like this, even if he'd never want to stay quite this reckless long term.
It's something of a nonissue, of course, so Akira uses the time he has: when these shadows are defeated and he doesn't immediately sense anymore, he reaches out, drags Akechi into one of the shadowed corners, tugs his mask up, and kisses him.
It's the kind of demanding kiss that they'd had when Akechi nearly died the first time he ran errands. ]
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Akira doesn't know if Joker and Crow really count as their "true" selves -- they're a mask in their own way, after all-- but it's so much easier like this, even if he'd never want to stay quite this reckless long term.
It's something of a nonissue, of course, so Akira uses the time he has: when these shadows are defeated and he doesn't immediately sense anymore, he reaches out, drags Akechi into one of the shadowed corners, tugs his mask up, and kisses him.
It's the kind of demanding kiss that they'd had when Akechi nearly died the first time he ran errands. ]