[ Akira was just talking to Ryuji about their little loner hangout until Yusuke arrived. All three of them got to listen to a rather wise lecture about ~love~ from boss, but then he gets this text. Of course, his expression is mixed with confusion, surprise, and elation—this feels right. He held onto that small hope as he held onto Goro's glove, believing that the detective's unyielding spirit will keep him alive... At least until their promise is fulfilled.
Quietly, he excuses himself and dips out of the cafe. As the door closes, he catches Ryuji's whining about how Akira had plans, too. How could he betray them like this? He doesn't refute, more like doesn't have time to. The next train leaves very soon, so he has to catch it. When boarding, a small doubt claws its way in through the excitement. ]
How do I know if this is you?
[ Akira still believes Goro Akechi is alive after all these months, but he isn't one to let himself get tricked here. Even if he's only a couple of steps from the jazz club, he can turn on the ball of his heel and book it. ]
( this is the correct question, and it's the one that akechi expected to be asked before anything else. who knows if someone might've hacked his phone, someone who wished to do harm to the phantom thieves even after all was said and done? the fact he got a response means something, but he stifles that excitement as soon as he feels it hit home.
besides, this might be the last day he ever sees joker again. he would make sure it would be a memorable one, especially when it happened that his last possible day of freedom also happened to be one that would allow him to express his complicated feelings the best. )
I want my glove back.
( something that only he would understand. they were the only ones around at that time... this would be their final duel. or something close to it. )
[ That's enough for him, to be honest. Only Morgana knows about the glove and that's because Akira confided in his cat friend one of the nights when they were up for no reason. Scratch that. It was because of shaky nerves before a heist. As confident as Akira appears to be when the going gets tough, sometimes he's plagued with worry like anyone his age. It's usually when no one is around aside from Morgana, though...
Today isn't filled with worry as it is with sensible suspicion and contradictory hope. His eyes stay pinned on the text, letting it sink in before he heads into the jazz club with his head up high. He's greeted by the owner passing by, but they're too busy to point out to him Goro's table. Not willing to wait for a guide, he decides to traverse deeper into the quaint space and search for the detective himself, steps matching the lilts in the soothing tunes.
If only he still had the Third Eye, then he would be able to quickly find him. ]
( as soon as akira is visible, it takes every ounce of restraint that akechi has to not jump up in his chair and call out for him. he's excited and he's practically vibrating in his chair as anxiety and adrenaline surge through him. nevertheless, the cool compress of an inevitability and truth makes him sink back down, closing his eyes as he thinks about how things have to go. how they must go. for the greater good, and because of his choices: the ones he was allowed to make.
the only stipulation was freedom for this day.
standing up, akechi lets go of the breath he's held for what feels like weeks, and stares in akira's direction. perhaps the feeling of someone staring with intent would get his attention? or maybe the fact his table is oddly isolated from the rest, along with two chairs. )
[ Oh, does Akechi have so much faith in him... Akira takes a moment to scan the floor again, then notices a familiar face in the distance and perks up. Being watched can only work so well when some other patrons give him a glance as he sifts through. It's fine. What's important is that Akira found him, though it feels like his heart stopped at the ghostly sight.
All the small doubts in his mind that Akechi might be gone is squashed, while his blinding faith in his survival is validated by what's before him. It's almost too good to be true, but Akira is sure that this isn't an illusion of happiness. The scars of their past are still etched into this reality—family lost, time tarnished, and plenty of tears under the weight of hardships. Painful, but it makes them who they are.
So he approaches Akechi with confidence and a gentle smile, teasing his bangs with feigned abashment. ]
Are you waiting for your date?
[ Nothing is every going to stop him from bullying Goro Akechi. Not even a pistol to his head. ]
( that smile makes him want to slap it off akira's face. how could he smile at a time like this? so smug, so cocky. it fills him with a jealousy that heats him to the core, burns his mind, and wishes he could do something about it that would make him feel truly, truly sorry for all that he...
sighs
... didn't... do.
no, it was this thief that liberated him from his own prison in a roundabout way. that he had a choice, in that counselor's altered world, to give akira the freedom he truly deserved. that's what he should've had all along, had if fate didn't conspire against him... or the both of them, really. )
Yes. ( a curt nod, before he looks to the table where glasses have been set out. plates, silverware. ) Though I suppose 'last meal' might be the better way to describe...
[ If Akira had to endure the months of Akechi bothering him with his practiced smile and laugh, while also passing rather concerning things as jokes, then the detective can suffer through his shit-eating smile. It does drop when he listens, tilting his head at how the other boy frames this meeting.
He can't see it that way unless a "last meal" is truly what Akechi wants. Of course, he doesn't know what Akechi thinks, even if he believes he knows him—he wouldn't say well, but in an intimate way that is difficult to explain in words. They are similar, as they both already know. ]
Last? [ There's some disappointment that settles on Akira's shoulders, but he keeps an optimistic view. ] It's not like I'll be gone forever.
[ But he takes a seat as offered. Pulling in the chair and leaning against the backrest like... Not a delinquent. ]
( there's that pang of jealousy again. it strikes him in the chest and it makes his next breath come out hot. yes, he will get to live on with his memories, having completed his justice along with the rest of the thieves. all of them would continue to live normal lives but with the additional bonus of having made irreplaceable bonds and friendships.
but akechi's been standing there this entire time, catching himself staring, and he finally takes his own seat. he sits properly, back straight, one leg over the other at the knee. eyes up, facing forward... slouching never came naturally to him. )
No. You won't.
( he could be honest around akira. that anger has long since left him, replaced by the desire that kept him untouched by maruki's cognition--- left somewhat untouched. akira wanted that second chance. he might've always wished for it. )
... the café nearby has prepared us something special for tonight. ( his laugh is dry, matching a wistful smile. ) I wasn't lying when I said I liked pancakes.
( a pause, and he pulls the single glove off his hand. )
I'm sure it'll beat eating the burger that's as big as half your body.
[ Can't slouch when you're trying to live the high life, Goro Akechi. Akira waits for Akechi to sit down across from him, peering much like a cat. Maybe it's a habit he picked up from Morgana or maybe it's natural, considering he spends most of his time listening when he's in the real world. The cafe nearby is a nice spot to relax and dine, but he supposes it doesn't have the same atmosphere as the Jazz Jin.
Pancakes and jazz, two things Akechi has admittedly covet. It should be the topic of choice but no. His gaze lowers when the Big Bang Burger Challenge is mentioned, disheartened and sheepish—fake. ]
I told you in confidence...
[ Why are you bringing up his terrible eating habits and life choices in public?! Not that he minds, but he wants to be a little dramatic over it. His act falls just as fast as it appeared. Akira stops slouching, mirroring Akechi's posture, but crosses his arms snug. ]
It's good to be honest with yourself. [ Though, he's surprised. ] You like pancakes even after everything?
Hard to keep it private when you're one of the few to accomplish such a feat, Akira. People talk.
( it's impressive, in the best and worst ways, but he finds it to be one of those qualities that others find... attractive? that's probably the word for it, someone who doesn't give up at the sight of any challenge, even if it's at a tremendously physical cost (not just the strain of eating the biggest boigah but the stomach that can come with it).
but sorry, he doesn't fall for the pout. he almost laughs and he wants to, but it's hard to not think about other things almost immediately. )
Of course. ( now it's akechi's turn to look hurt. ) Not everything I told you was a lie--- I like to think that pancakes are a comforting breakfast food...
( it's a tough pill to swallow, the ideal family sitting down at a table, homemade pancakes sitting there with the perfect pat of butter and the right amount of syrup dripping down the sides onto the white plate. )
... something that can be shared with others when they're the size of a pizza.
[ Everyone should be as concerned as Kawakami when it comes to his diet, but he will take attractive for eating massive burgers as a compliment. ]
I know.
[ He knows that their times together is littered with some truths that neither of them bring to light. It's meant only for them to just know... Which is why he finds it surprising that Akechi dares to cement his fondness for pancakes. Akira remembers when they spent time with Kasumi at the cafe and he vaguely talks about his love for sweets being part of his image, but didn't confirm anything. It was all in implication.
Which is like Akechi.
He's somewhat remorseful that pancakes ended up being the other boy's downfall, but eh. It's because of pancakes Akira's alive, so he can't feel that sorry. Also, they're together thanks to pancakes, now to enjoy a whopping fluffy big pancake. Akira's eyes widen with a big invisible !! shooting out of his head when he sees it coming to their table.
Ohhhhhh. It looks so fluffy. He ogles it with wonder and awe. ]
You can bounce a coin off that.
[ WHO EVEN SAYS THAT ABOUT A PANCAKE? AKIRA DOES. ]
( well, of course akira does. what else do you bounce a coin off of? exactly, and now akechi is wondering if that's just something the frizzy haired teen likes or finds attractive in others? to say that akechi might one day be called 'pancake boy' and get told to dance is only part of the equation, but also if he had an appropriately sized... )
What does that have to do with edibility? Or flavor? ( frown! ) Don't ruin the sanctity of pancakes by hurling something dirty on it, especially this one.
( this big boy. this chonker of pannycake. a veritable chonkcake. )
But listen. This isn't why I invited you here.
( he has to table the discussion on pancakes and :booty: for later. )
... surely you're curious as to how I was able to escape Dr. Maruki's cognition?
[ Please. It wouldn't be edible if he did? How could you expect him to have any serious conversation when the food is already here. As Akechi talks, his eyes are glued to the fluffy cake, but the keywords force his attention back on the other boy. His lips press into a tight line, gaze flicking back to the food, then back up.
He remembers when Maruki visited Leblanc to try and talk negotiations, using Akechi's life as weight. It shook him then and the memory, when it comes, is still haunting. ]
Yeah. [ Who wouldn't be? He thought Akechi truly survived until Maruki unveiled the truth— ] But you wouldn't go down that easily, though.
[ That's what Akira believes in his heart. It's what feels right. ]
( it's that belief that... well, he's not sure if it was akira's desire alone to somehow protect him, but he's here now and that's what mostly matters. waking up outside of the palace before the rest of the thieves got there, he was able to escape being seen by others only to be accosted by men in suits. )
I wouldn't. ( a correction: ) I didn't.
( he looks down at the pancake, taking a fork to cut a small portion out of the edge. not the center, fluffiest part (where the coin might blast through the ceiling and go into space if bounced properly) but somewhere with a little more texture? not that it's any thinner than any other part of the pancake, a sign of true greatness. )
I thought all this time... you only existed to spite me. Selfish I know, and I still feel that way to some extent.
( akechi calmly lifts the fork, though there are slight trembles as he digests his thoughts before the pancake is secured inside his mouf. )
But you believed in me anyway. So did the rest of them, after time. Right?
[ He doesn't know if he can say he trusts Akechi. In a way he does, but his rational mind tells him he can't always take what the fallen detective says to heart. He did once try to kill him... He killed many people. As Futaba said in Mementos when they traveled that odd block, they can trust his ability. They made a deal and Akechi did keep it.
Prodding the pancake's soft surface with his fork, he revisits their reactions to see Akechi gone again... Then their reactions to the truth. It hurt them to know it never changed, but they had to accept it. ]
We didn't have a choice. [ He isn't going to sugarcoat it. When facing someone as dangerous as Maruki, a man who learned to bend reality to his will, it was better to team up— ] But we did believe in you.
[ The team wouldn't have offered Akechi a chance to knock Shido down if they didn't think he could change his ways. It doesn't mean they forgive him, but they understand him. They're similar people, wounded and looking to stand up for themselves in this cruel world. Akira also thinks Akechi is similar to himself and it's something they've already confirmed. ]
I always have. [ A part of him considered forgetting about Akechi... There was so much on his shoulders, weighing him down, so latching onto a ghost isn't the greatest option. However, he didn't want to give up on him yet. ] This time, you have to accept my support.
[ Finally, he takes a piece of the pancake and admires it, but it doesn't go into his mouth. He holds it out to Akechi and, if he doesn't take it, he'll make sure to bop his cheek with the cake. ]
( he's about to open his mouth, say something soft and sincere--- perhaps almost out of character for the detective, whose desire for revenge was a thread ripped out of him a long tiem ago. or rather, it certainly feels that way: months? barely. he hasn't had a chance to rest yet, or ever, in his entire life. and at this very moment where he doesn't feel the need to withdraw?
the pancake. it touches his cheek. warm. soft. wow. )
This is not how I expected you to show your support. ( he bites back a surge of vitriol, but even with akira, it's difficult to not grit his teeth and feel the throbbing of some vein in his forehead. )
But I did ask you to be here, and I'm glad that you came.
( he could've ignored akechi, left him to wonder. the worst part about everything is that the unknown still exists, and the tension still makes him ache. even now. )
Do you still have the glove on you? If so... can you show it to me?
( what quality is it in? or did he feed it to morgana. who knows. )
[ Ah, yes, that face is everyday Akechi for you. The pancake piece stays out, waiting to be devoured by someone. Anyone. Akira lets it hang in the air, twirling it around as he flips and spins the utensil between his fingers—Sojiro tells him not to play with his food enough, but he can't say anything if he isn't here!
This visit... To say that he came just for Akechi and his benefit would be a lie, though it's partially true. The reunion means just as much for Akira as it does the boy next to him. An end to one story brings forth a new beginning to another. He's held onto the glove for quite some time... It's usually stored in his desk at home in the countryside, but today it's in his pocket. It'd be impolite to leave his duel invitation at home, after all. However, he doesn't reach for it. ]
If you eat this piece, I'll show it to you.
[ He can't eat it cause it already touched Akechi's face and he knows the other boy would drag him for being unsanitary if he did. ]
( he raises a hand to his temple, closing his eyes. he swears at times akira acts like he's a high school student--- wait, he is one. technically, so is akechi. it feels like they should be much older, that their story has probably aged them by thirty or forty years. still, that doesn't resolve the immediate issue of being pancake'd. )
... you're lucky that I want to do this, regardless of your demand.
( slowly but surely, akechi opens his mouth and takes the piece into his mouth. he lips over it, pulls it off, and chews.
very, very slowly.
it's soft and tender. sweet and pillow-like. is this what heaven is supposed to taste like? he doesn't know. there's a lot of he has the taste for but this goes beyond his expectations.
[ Akira knows they've both gone through so much, especially Akechi. Maybe they have mentally aged, then the fact that the other boy doesn't tend to spend time with his peers... Opting out to use it on adults—all of it in the past. They're high schoolers. Well, Akira is still a high schooler, now with college exams waiting for him at the end of the road.
Speaking of doing things teenagers should do, he scoots closer after placing the fork down. Camera out, he switches it to camera mode. ]
After we take a picture.
[ How could Akechi forget the main part of being a foodie?! Taking selfies with meals? Even if there are some slices in it already, it still looks good enough for a picture. If anything, it adds to it being organic rather than desperate for likes. ]
Only if you're in it with me and that you'll send me a copy, too.
( because there's no way he'd be in a picture with this chonker of a pancake without his company/accomplice/partner-in-cwime. maybe akira was already planning to do this, to make this a selfie plus two, but he rather be safe than sorry. people might assume that he ate this pancake all by himself, which would be a pretty scandalous (read: embarrassing) picture.
he... contemplates the best way two people can fit. perhaps if they both sit behind it, and someone else takes the picture? or does that take away from the selfie-esque nature from it, where the perspective ends up lacking?
or maybe in front of it, with the pancake behind.
that's perfect. )
Here. Pull up your chair next to me, so...
( with them in the foreground, that would work. maybe. is this how you do food pictures. )
[ Akira is already on it. His seat is pulled right next to Akechi's while his phone is positioned in a way to best take a selfie to get both of them and the pancake. When Akechi suggests it, he turns to him with this flummoxed expression. Rubbing his neck, he tries not to look too shocked. Maybe it's too presumptuous of him to assume selfie first.
What meta says is that they're both idiots. ]
Yeah.
[ Nodding, why would he not send it to him? Anyway, he holds the camera up and tilts it so it captures everything. ]
Make an expression that comes naturally to you.
[ Not smile. Something that feels right. Got it? He puts the timer on—3. 2. 1! ]
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Quietly, he excuses himself and dips out of the cafe. As the door closes, he catches Ryuji's whining about how Akira had plans, too. How could he betray them like this? He doesn't refute, more like doesn't have time to. The next train leaves very soon, so he has to catch it. When boarding, a small doubt claws its way in through the excitement. ]
How do I know if this is you?
[ Akira still believes Goro Akechi is alive after all these months, but he isn't one to let himself get tricked here. Even if he's only a couple of steps from the jazz club, he can turn on the ball of his heel and book it. ]
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besides, this might be the last day he ever sees joker again. he would make sure it would be a memorable one, especially when it happened that his last possible day of freedom also happened to be one that would allow him to express his complicated feelings the best. )
I want my glove back.
( something that only he would understand. they were the only ones around at that time... this would be their final duel. or something close to it. )
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Today isn't filled with worry as it is with sensible suspicion and contradictory hope. His eyes stay pinned on the text, letting it sink in before he heads into the jazz club with his head up high. He's greeted by the owner passing by, but they're too busy to point out to him Goro's table. Not willing to wait for a guide, he decides to traverse deeper into the quaint space and search for the detective himself, steps matching the lilts in the soothing tunes.
If only he still had the Third Eye, then he would be able to quickly find him. ]
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the only stipulation was freedom for this day.
standing up, akechi lets go of the breath he's held for what feels like weeks, and stares in akira's direction. perhaps the feeling of someone staring with intent would get his attention? or maybe the fact his table is oddly isolated from the rest, along with two chairs. )
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All the small doubts in his mind that Akechi might be gone is squashed, while his blinding faith in his survival is validated by what's before him. It's almost too good to be true, but Akira is sure that this isn't an illusion of happiness. The scars of their past are still etched into this reality—family lost, time tarnished, and plenty of tears under the weight of hardships. Painful, but it makes them who they are.
So he approaches Akechi with confidence and a gentle smile, teasing his bangs with feigned abashment. ]
Are you waiting for your date?
[ Nothing is every going to stop him from bullying Goro Akechi. Not even a pistol to his head. ]
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sighs
... didn't... do.
no, it was this thief that liberated him from his own prison in a roundabout way. that he had a choice, in that counselor's altered world, to give akira the freedom he truly deserved. that's what he should've had all along, had if fate didn't conspire against him... or the both of them, really. )
Yes. ( a curt nod, before he looks to the table where glasses have been set out. plates, silverware. ) Though I suppose 'last meal' might be the better way to describe...
( akechi huffs. )
... take a seat. I insist.
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He can't see it that way unless a "last meal" is truly what Akechi wants. Of course, he doesn't know what Akechi thinks, even if he believes he knows him—he wouldn't say well, but in an intimate way that is difficult to explain in words. They are similar, as they both already know. ]
Last? [ There's some disappointment that settles on Akira's shoulders, but he keeps an optimistic view. ] It's not like I'll be gone forever.
[ But he takes a seat as offered. Pulling in the chair and leaning against the backrest like... Not a delinquent. ]
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but akechi's been standing there this entire time, catching himself staring, and he finally takes his own seat. he sits properly, back straight, one leg over the other at the knee. eyes up, facing forward... slouching never came naturally to him. )
No. You won't.
( he could be honest around akira. that anger has long since left him, replaced by the desire that kept him untouched by maruki's cognition--- left somewhat untouched. akira wanted that second chance. he might've always wished for it. )
... the café nearby has prepared us something special for tonight. ( his laugh is dry, matching a wistful smile. ) I wasn't lying when I said I liked pancakes.
( a pause, and he pulls the single glove off his hand. )
I'm sure it'll beat eating the burger that's as big as half your body.
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Pancakes and jazz, two things Akechi has admittedly covet. It should be the topic of choice but no. His gaze lowers when the Big Bang Burger Challenge is mentioned, disheartened and sheepish—fake. ]
I told you in confidence...
[ Why are you bringing up his terrible eating habits and life choices in public?! Not that he minds, but he wants to be a little dramatic over it. His act falls just as fast as it appeared. Akira stops slouching, mirroring Akechi's posture, but crosses his arms snug. ]
It's good to be honest with yourself. [ Though, he's surprised. ] You like pancakes even after everything?
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( it's impressive, in the best and worst ways, but he finds it to be one of those qualities that others find... attractive? that's probably the word for it, someone who doesn't give up at the sight of any challenge, even if it's at a tremendously physical cost (not just the strain of eating the biggest boigah but the stomach that can come with it).
but sorry, he doesn't fall for the pout. he almost laughs and he wants to, but it's hard to not think about other things almost immediately. )
Of course. ( now it's akechi's turn to look hurt. ) Not everything I told you was a lie--- I like to think that pancakes are a comforting breakfast food...
( it's a tough pill to swallow, the ideal family sitting down at a table, homemade pancakes sitting there with the perfect pat of butter and the right amount of syrup dripping down the sides onto the white plate. )
... something that can be shared with others when they're the size of a pizza.
( yes. it's coming. one big pannycake. )
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I know.
[ He knows that their times together is littered with some truths that neither of them bring to light. It's meant only for them to just know... Which is why he finds it surprising that Akechi dares to cement his fondness for pancakes. Akira remembers when they spent time with Kasumi at the cafe and he vaguely talks about his love for sweets being part of his image, but didn't confirm anything. It was all in implication.
Which is like Akechi.
He's somewhat remorseful that pancakes ended up being the other boy's downfall, but eh. It's because of pancakes Akira's alive, so he can't feel that sorry. Also, they're together thanks to pancakes, now to enjoy a whopping fluffy big pancake. Akira's eyes widen with a big invisible !! shooting out of his head when he sees it coming to their table.
Ohhhhhh. It looks so fluffy. He ogles it with wonder and awe. ]
You can bounce a coin off that.
[ WHO EVEN SAYS THAT ABOUT A PANCAKE? AKIRA DOES. ]
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What does that have to do with edibility? Or flavor? ( frown! ) Don't ruin the sanctity of pancakes by hurling something dirty on it, especially this one.
( this big boy. this chonker of pannycake. a veritable chonkcake. )
But listen. This isn't why I invited you here.
( he has to table the discussion on pancakes and :booty: for later. )
... surely you're curious as to how I was able to escape Dr. Maruki's cognition?
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[ Please. It wouldn't be edible if he did? How could you expect him to have any serious conversation when the food is already here. As Akechi talks, his eyes are glued to the fluffy cake, but the keywords force his attention back on the other boy. His lips press into a tight line, gaze flicking back to the food, then back up.
He remembers when Maruki visited Leblanc to try and talk negotiations, using Akechi's life as weight. It shook him then and the memory, when it comes, is still haunting. ]
Yeah. [ Who wouldn't be? He thought Akechi truly survived until Maruki unveiled the truth— ] But you wouldn't go down that easily, though.
[ That's what Akira believes in his heart. It's what feels right. ]
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I wouldn't. ( a correction: ) I didn't.
( he looks down at the pancake, taking a fork to cut a small portion out of the edge. not the center, fluffiest part (where the coin might blast through the ceiling and go into space if bounced properly) but somewhere with a little more texture? not that it's any thinner than any other part of the pancake, a sign of true greatness. )
I thought all this time... you only existed to spite me. Selfish I know, and I still feel that way to some extent.
( akechi calmly lifts the fork, though there are slight trembles as he digests his thoughts before the pancake is secured inside his mouf. )
But you believed in me anyway. So did the rest of them, after time. Right?
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Prodding the pancake's soft surface with his fork, he revisits their reactions to see Akechi gone again... Then their reactions to the truth. It hurt them to know it never changed, but they had to accept it. ]
We didn't have a choice. [ He isn't going to sugarcoat it. When facing someone as dangerous as Maruki, a man who learned to bend reality to his will, it was better to team up— ] But we did believe in you.
[ The team wouldn't have offered Akechi a chance to knock Shido down if they didn't think he could change his ways. It doesn't mean they forgive him, but they understand him. They're similar people, wounded and looking to stand up for themselves in this cruel world. Akira also thinks Akechi is similar to himself and it's something they've already confirmed. ]
I always have. [ A part of him considered forgetting about Akechi... There was so much on his shoulders, weighing him down, so latching onto a ghost isn't the greatest option. However, he didn't want to give up on him yet. ] This time, you have to accept my support.
[ Finally, he takes a piece of the pancake and admires it, but it doesn't go into his mouth. He holds it out to Akechi and, if he doesn't take it, he'll make sure to bop his cheek with the cake. ]
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the pancake. it touches his cheek. warm. soft. wow. )
This is not how I expected you to show your support. ( he bites back a surge of vitriol, but even with akira, it's difficult to not grit his teeth and feel the throbbing of some vein in his forehead. )
But I did ask you to be here, and I'm glad that you came.
( he could've ignored akechi, left him to wonder. the worst part about everything is that the unknown still exists, and the tension still makes him ache. even now. )
Do you still have the glove on you? If so... can you show it to me?
( what quality is it in? or did he feed it to morgana. who knows. )
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This visit... To say that he came just for Akechi and his benefit would be a lie, though it's partially true. The reunion means just as much for Akira as it does the boy next to him. An end to one story brings forth a new beginning to another. He's held onto the glove for quite some time... It's usually stored in his desk at home in the countryside, but today it's in his pocket. It'd be impolite to leave his duel invitation at home, after all. However, he doesn't reach for it. ]
If you eat this piece, I'll show it to you.
[ He can't eat it cause it already touched Akechi's face and he knows the other boy would drag him for being unsanitary if he did. ]
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... you're lucky that I want to do this, regardless of your demand.
( slowly but surely, akechi opens his mouth and takes the piece into his mouth. he lips over it, pulls it off, and chews.
very, very slowly.
it's soft and tender. sweet and pillow-like. is this what heaven is supposed to taste like? he doesn't know. there's a lot of he has the taste for but this goes beyond his expectations.
after swallowing: )
... you have to try some too.
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Speaking of doing things teenagers should do, he scoots closer after placing the fork down. Camera out, he switches it to camera mode. ]
After we take a picture.
[ How could Akechi forget the main part of being a foodie?! Taking selfies with meals? Even if there are some slices in it already, it still looks good enough for a picture. If anything, it adds to it being organic rather than desperate for likes. ]
no subject
( because there's no way he'd be in a picture with this chonker of a pancake without his company/accomplice/partner-in-cwime. maybe akira was already planning to do this, to make this a selfie plus two, but he rather be safe than sorry. people might assume that he ate this pancake all by himself, which would be a pretty scandalous (read: embarrassing) picture.
he... contemplates the best way two people can fit. perhaps if they both sit behind it, and someone else takes the picture? or does that take away from the selfie-esque nature from it, where the perspective ends up lacking?
or maybe in front of it, with the pancake behind.
that's perfect. )
Here. Pull up your chair next to me, so...
( with them in the foreground, that would work. maybe. is this how you do food pictures. )
no subject
What meta says is that they're both idiots. ]
Yeah.
[ Nodding, why would he not send it to him? Anyway, he holds the camera up and tilts it so it captures everything. ]
Make an expression that comes naturally to you.
[ Not smile. Something that feels right. Got it? He puts the timer on—3. 2. 1! ]