At Akechi's surprisingly open and honest admission, Akira raises an eyebrow. He's not used to this; not used to someone actually liking his atrocious coffee, and also not used to Akechi being so... real.
Something warm blooms in his chest. He thinks of the man who shot him, and contrasts it with the boy who sits across from him now, and that moment of undeniable fondness.
How can they be the same person?
He pulls his thoughts away from that, though, and grabs two bags of coffee off the shelf, setting them down on the counter.]
You're right. We should get started as soon as you're done.
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At Akechi's surprisingly open and honest admission, Akira raises an eyebrow. He's not used to this; not used to someone actually liking his atrocious coffee, and also not used to Akechi being so... real.
Something warm blooms in his chest. He thinks of the man who shot him, and contrasts it with the boy who sits across from him now, and that moment of undeniable fondness.
How can they be the same person?
He pulls his thoughts away from that, though, and grabs two bags of coffee off the shelf, setting them down on the counter.]
You're right. We should get started as soon as you're done.