[He thinks he hears him, certainly feels him tug at him, makes some sort of vague attempt at saying something, but he's stuck on a bootloop. It's not until Akira deposits Morgana into his lap and the cat stretches and bumps his head solidly into his solar plexus that Akechi even starts to come back to earth, looking down at the cat and then back up at Akira again.]

...we don't... have a choice, but to be together. It hardly seems fair to you to use that as a designation for a "boyfriend".

[Morgana cackles, curling into a sphere on Akechi's thighs. Akechi's hand Akira isn't holding absently strokes his fur.]