[Headbutting him was maybe a mistake, seeing as how it stuns Akechi long enough that he doesn't quite manage to slip away before Akira's grip tightens. He braces himself, ready to kick and punch his way out of this again, and then
Akira kisses him.
And Akechi goes completely and utterly still, his eyes wide as he just stares at him, uncomprehendingly.]
[... For a moment it feels like he's about to relax into it, and then he regains enough presence of mind to plant his hands on Akira's chest and shove. Though, not with the intent to continue this fight because, uh. Haha, what the fuck? What the fuck!!! The mansion is now cursed. Sorry, Master Blue.]
[THE MANSION IS NOW CURSED, I'M SO SORRY MASTER BLUE]
[it's not a particularly good kiss. it's sloppy and angry and super rough, without any ounce of tenderness at all. if anything, it's an extremely frustrated (and perhaps a bit desperate) kiss, and Akira easily breaks it once Akechi shoves against him]
[he rocks back, still sitting on Akechi's legs, expression still pinched in tight anger as he lifts a hand to his mouth and wipes at it with his knuckles]
[and he stares down at Akechi without saying anything, like?? he expects him to just?? understand what that meant???]
[Yeah, uh. Haha. Akechi has no idea what the fuck he's supposed to do with this.
Now that Akira has pulled away, he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, letting his knuckles rest over his lips as he just, hm. Understands even less than he did before. But, hey! Akira got what he wanted, technically. Akechi isn't trying to beat the shit out of him anymore. He's perfectly still as his brain gently frizzles out on him.
Akira isn't saying anything, though, so it takes Akechi a couple of seconds before he speaks up.]
What— [A little rough, tone wavering slightly before he clears his throat and corrects it.] What the hell was that?
[What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, ad nauseam. Can they go back to punching each other? That was easier to understand.]
[oh thank christ it worked. Akira feels some of his own tension seep away as Akechi doesn't push or kick or punch back at him. he releases some of the pressure he was using to keep Akechi pinned, giving him a bit more room to move. god]
[what the fuck indeed. does Akira fully understand why he reacted the way that he did? no, not really!! does he want to date Akechi? fuck to the no. does he want to punch his face in like, all the time?? yeh. does he want to kiss him a little bit? . . . maybe???]
[sometimes your feelings are complicated, and sometimes your rival just won't calm down and talk to you and understand that you care no matter how many times you try to put into words. and sometimes, actions are so much more effective]
It's not about need.
[he knows he's reiterating something he's already said before, but maybe it'll be all the more potent after an angry smooch? maybe]
It's about want, and for the last fucking time I care about you you stupid, thick-headed, volatile and violent douchebag.
[. . . and finally, he lets go of the front of Akechi's shirt]
Akira lets go of his shirt and releases some of the pressure, however, so he immediately moves to try and slip out from under him. At least, for the moment, it doesn't look like he will try to grab the notebook instead. It's still safe and sound in the corner of the room, where Akira dropped it.]
... Go to hell.
[It lacks any of the bite from earlier. He's... had enough.]
[HOW!!! DOES HE MAKE HIMSELF!!! ANY MORE CLEAR!!!]
And what if people want you? Not like-- [gestures?? between them??? he means NOT LIKE IN THE KISSING WAY] -- but they want your company, or your companionship, or your friendship, or just. . . you.
Are you going to tell them all to go to hell, too?
[Akechi can tell Akira to go to hell as much as he wants, AKIRA IS USED TO IT. but when it comes to people like Nick. . .]
Are you going to spit on Nick's feelings for you? Like they don't matter?
Now that he's free, though, he... just kind of hunches on himself, huffing out a quiet laugh.]
... They won't want that. I have done everything to be someone people can rely on, someone they will want to be around. And I still— [...] You're the only idiot who can't tell when enough is enough.
[Glancing over to where the notebook rests, like he's vaguely tempted to throw it in the furnace.]
Phoenix-san barely knew me. Whatever feelings he had were based on conjecture.
[Phoenix only got a week's taste of the kind of person Akechi is, and then he died. So that's fine.]
[that is not fine?? that's terrible??? Akira stiffens a bit when Akechi looks at the notebook, but when he doesn't go for it, he forces himself to relax. but he is totally ready to throw down again to protect that thing from being burned or torn into pieces, don't test him Akechi!!]
Maybe you should stop being someone you think people want you to be, and start being yourself.
[. . .]
[scooting a little closer, now]
Because I think you'd be surprised how many people would prefer that.
[It's! Fine! The notebook is fine, too. The floor is currently Akechi's home and he has no intentions of going after it again. Not while Akira is in the room, anyway. He knows they would just end up fighting for it. He will have to find another time.
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You're an idiot if you genuinely believe that.
[He returns his attention to him when he scoots closer, eyes narrowing.]
Are you truly so blind...? [A scoff.] Luna knows what I really am. Haven't you seen the look on her face? It's fear. And Anya— [...] You should have seen how disappointed she was to learn I wasn't who she thought I was. I got lucky when she died before she could tell anyone else.
Luna's skittish, and you just make it worse by being a jerk to her.
[still scooting closer. at least. . . until he's close enough to reach out with both hands, one pressed on either side of Akechi's face. he takes both cheeks in his palms and just kind of. . . holds them like this, gaze affixed with Akechi's, firm and unwavering]
So try being yourself, but significantly less of an asshole.
[sorry there's a flash of amusement in his expression, he finds it kind of funny]
[He stares back at him, eyes narrowed and unflinching even when Akira takes both of his cheeks. And then, once he spots that flicker of amusement, he carefully lifts a hand up
and plants it smackdab on the center of Akira's face.
Bitch.]
Don't say I should be my true self, and then make such an annoying request in the same breath. [He is a dumb bitch. He will never change. He will never improve. That is a promise.] You have seen how the others regard Brilith-san. What do you think would happen if they discovered how unfavorably my personality is?
[More importantly, that sounds super duper aggravating. Gross.]
[his expression scrunches underneath Akechi's hand, and he lifts one of his own to just. . . grab Akechi by the wrist and pull the hand away from his features. gently!!! but he's dropping it immediately afterwards because handholding is gross. we're not about that nsfw life here]
First off: not every part of your personality is unfavorable. It's literally just the asshole-murderer part. Self-improvement.
Second: no, not everyone's going to like you. That's a fact of life. [SORRY AKECHI] But some people still care about Brilith, and there will be people who care enough about you to stick it through.
[LIKE THIS GUY?? for some stupid reason he doesn't even know, since Akechi is the BIGGEST BITCH IN THE WORLD TO HIM. maybe he's an M. maybe he should really self-reflect about that]
[Akira, you started this by grabbing his face??? Akechi rolls his eyes at him but, hey. At least he seems to have come down from his messy breakdown. Progress. His hand stays where it is.]
... We have one— maybe two weeks left before the house's hold is inescapable. Say whatever you want, but now... isn't the time to entertain ridiculous ideas like that. [People already mistrust him. If he dropped the act, then... No.] You understand what will happen if we make even a single mistake at such a crucial time, don't you?
[Akira is definitely an M, though. Please stop being this way.]
[whatever!! as long as Akechi doesn't push his hands away they're staying right there, pressed against those cheeks. just. casual face holding. it's fine. it's platonic]
I do.
[and boy, does he. there's a lot riding on the next few weeks. a lot riding on their combined ability to communicate and solve the mysteries of the Oddity and Master Blue and everything in between]
[but. . .]
We're not going to make those mistakes.
[protag confidence]
And you finally deciding to be more honest with people won't be what brings things crashing down around us.
[Just bros being bros. It's fine. The face holding is weird but he doesn't necessarily............................. hate it. Gross. This entire thread is a plague upon this murder house.]
With the levels of intelligence everyone displayed tonight? Your confidence is outstanding... and irritating.
[Fuck that protag confidence.]
I'll continue working as I have so far. How I behave myself in front of the others is, as you said, not your business.
[the frustration returns, bubbling irritatingly in the pit of his stomach. his grip on Akechi's face tightens, but only minutely. it's not painful, just. firm]
You are so fucking stupid.
[and with that. . . he uses his grip on Akechi's face to pull him forward so he can kiss him again, just as rough and agitated as earlier. I'm sorry. this thread continues to be a blight on this game]
Whatever he was going to say in response to that is lost the moment Akira pulls him into another kiss. Once again, he stills for a moment, completely floored... And then he starts kissing him back, just as roughly. One of his hands reaches up to clutch Akira's shirt, fist pressing against his chest like he can't decide whether to shove him away or not.
.......... This thread is very cursed and if we bad end, we will absolutely deserve it.]
[NEWS FLASH THE GAME IS GOING TO BAD END BECAUSE AKIRA AND AKECHI KISSED. TWICE]
[Akira can't really say what he expected, but this kind of reciprocation was-- absolutely not it. he makes a sort of surprised noise as Akechi's hand fists into his shirt, and for a moment it almost looks like he's going to pull back--]
[but he doesn't. he presses into it, his own kisses without any finesse whatsoever, just as awkward and clumsy and demanding as the first]
[he hooks an arm around the back of Akechi's neck, as though trying to prevent him from pulling away, too]
[But will the house even want to vore them after this curse they have unleashed? Apparently yes.
Teenagers are a mistake, and this is very... messy. And sloppy. And it's clear that Akechi is going on about this in the same way that he would go on about beating the shit out of Akira, rough and terrible and lacking in any tenderness. His hand remains fisted into his shirt, and the other reaches up to tangle itself in his hair. It's not a painful grip — until a moment later, when Akechi uses it to try and pull Akira away from him as he breaks the kiss.]
—Wait.
[... A little hoarse. The fuck was that, my dude.]
[don't ask him questions he doesn't know the answer to???]
[the grip is painful enough that Akira is pulled away easily, and he lets out a sharp exhale as the kiss is abruptly cut off. he seems a bit dazed-- at least for a second or two before he pulls himself together, nose wrinkled and brows furrowed]
[his arm remains hooked around Akechi's neck]
What?
[his response is also hoarse, like his voice is being filtered through smoke]
... And diverts his gaze, eyebrows furrowed like he's struggling to find the right words to say. It takes him a moment before he meets his eyes again, his hands staying right where they are.]
What are we doing?
[He is still very ??? over the first kiss, and the second one is not making matters any more clear.]
[Akira's response isn't immediate, his pinched features smoothing out almost immediately. he catches Akechi's gaze with his own and blinks a few times, his own mouth opening then closing again in a stunning mimicry of Akechi's uncertainly earlier]
[what. . . is he doing. . .? what are they doing? isn't he just. . . making things more complicated? tangling them up even more than they were before until the lines of their relationship-- whatever it may be-- are so blurred that he can't tell if they're friends or enemies or not-quite-friends-but-not-quite-enemies or something else? he wanted to prove a point, not seek out something permanent, but he isn't sure that point has gotten through Akechi's stupidly thick skull yet, and--]
With that, Akechi releases his grip on him, one of his hands reaching up to the arm still hooked around his neck. He takes hold of Akira's wrist, firmly but not enough to be painful.]
I see. Then, let's end this here.
[Because, regardless of whatever the heck Akira intended, things are complicated enough as they are without adding this to the mix. They have greater things to worry about right now.]
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[and then he immediately unleashes a curse upon the entire mansion by dipping forward and fucking kissing him]
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Akira kisses him.
And Akechi goes completely and utterly still, his eyes wide as he just stares at him, uncomprehendingly.]
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[it's not a particularly good kiss. it's sloppy and angry and super rough, without any ounce of tenderness at all. if anything, it's an extremely frustrated (and perhaps a bit desperate) kiss, and Akira easily breaks it once Akechi shoves against him]
[he rocks back, still sitting on Akechi's legs, expression still pinched in tight anger as he lifts a hand to his mouth and wipes at it with his knuckles]
[and he stares down at Akechi without saying anything, like?? he expects him to just?? understand what that meant???]
[akira no]
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Now that Akira has pulled away, he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, letting his knuckles rest over his lips as he just, hm. Understands even less than he did before. But, hey! Akira got what he wanted, technically. Akechi isn't trying to beat the shit out of him anymore. He's perfectly still as his brain gently frizzles out on him.
Akira isn't saying anything, though, so it takes Akechi a couple of seconds before he speaks up.]
What— [A little rough, tone wavering slightly before he clears his throat and corrects it.] What the hell was that?
[What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, ad nauseam. Can they go back to punching each other? That was easier to understand.]
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[what the fuck indeed. does Akira fully understand why he reacted the way that he did? no, not really!! does he want to date Akechi? fuck to the no. does he want to punch his face in like, all the time?? yeh. does he want to kiss him a little bit? . . . maybe???]
[sometimes your feelings are complicated, and sometimes your rival just won't calm down and talk to you and understand that you care no matter how many times you try to put into words. and sometimes, actions are so much more effective]
It's not about need.
[he knows he's reiterating something he's already said before, but maybe it'll be all the more potent after an angry smooch? maybe]
It's about want, and for the last fucking time I care about you you stupid, thick-headed, volatile and violent douchebag.
[. . . and finally, he lets go of the front of Akechi's shirt]
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Or maybe not!
Akira lets go of his shirt and releases some of the pressure, however, so he immediately moves to try and slip out from under him. At least, for the moment, it doesn't look like he will try to grab the notebook instead. It's still safe and sound in the corner of the room, where Akira dropped it.]
... Go to hell.
[It lacks any of the bite from earlier. He's... had enough.]
I don't need or want you. I don't need anyone.
[Akira did say he was thick-headed...]
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And what if people want you? Not like-- [gestures?? between them??? he means NOT LIKE IN THE KISSING WAY] -- but they want your company, or your companionship, or your friendship, or just. . . you.
Are you going to tell them all to go to hell, too?
[Akechi can tell Akira to go to hell as much as he wants, AKIRA IS USED TO IT. but when it comes to people like Nick. . .]
Are you going to spit on Nick's feelings for you? Like they don't matter?
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Now that he's free, though, he... just kind of hunches on himself, huffing out a quiet laugh.]
... They won't want that. I have done everything to be someone people can rely on, someone they will want to be around. And I still— [...] You're the only idiot who can't tell when enough is enough.
[Glancing over to where the notebook rests, like he's vaguely tempted to throw it in the furnace.]
Phoenix-san barely knew me. Whatever feelings he had were based on conjecture.
[Phoenix only got a week's taste of the kind of person Akechi is, and then he died. So that's fine.]
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Maybe you should stop being someone you think people want you to be, and start being yourself.
[. . .]
[scooting a little closer, now]
Because I think you'd be surprised how many people would prefer that.
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...]
You're an idiot if you genuinely believe that.
[He returns his attention to him when he scoots closer, eyes narrowing.]
Are you truly so blind...? [A scoff.] Luna knows what I really am. Haven't you seen the look on her face? It's fear. And Anya— [...] You should have seen how disappointed she was to learn I wasn't who she thought I was. I got lucky when she died before she could tell anyone else.
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[still scooting closer. at least. . . until he's close enough to reach out with both hands, one pressed on either side of Akechi's face. he takes both cheeks in his palms and just kind of. . . holds them like this, gaze affixed with Akechi's, firm and unwavering]
So try being yourself, but significantly less of an asshole.
[sorry there's a flash of amusement in his expression, he finds it kind of funny]
That's called self-improvement.
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and plants it smackdab on the center of Akira's face.
Bitch.]
Don't say I should be my true self, and then make such an annoying request in the same breath. [He is a dumb bitch. He will never change. He will never improve. That is a promise.] You have seen how the others regard Brilith-san. What do you think would happen if they discovered how unfavorably my personality is?
[More importantly, that sounds super duper aggravating. Gross.]
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[his expression scrunches underneath Akechi's hand, and he lifts one of his own to just. . . grab Akechi by the wrist and pull the hand away from his features. gently!!! but he's dropping it immediately afterwards because handholding is gross. we're not about that nsfw life here]
First off: not every part of your personality is unfavorable. It's literally just the asshole-murderer part. Self-improvement.
Second: no, not everyone's going to like you. That's a fact of life. [SORRY AKECHI] But some people still care about Brilith, and there will be people who care enough about you to stick it through.
[LIKE THIS GUY?? for some stupid reason he doesn't even know, since Akechi is the BIGGEST BITCH IN THE WORLD TO HIM. maybe he's an M. maybe he should really self-reflect about that]
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... We have one— maybe two weeks left before the house's hold is inescapable. Say whatever you want, but now... isn't the time to entertain ridiculous ideas like that. [People already mistrust him. If he dropped the act, then... No.] You understand what will happen if we make even a single mistake at such a crucial time, don't you?
[Akira is definitely an M, though. Please stop being this way.]
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I do.
[and boy, does he. there's a lot riding on the next few weeks. a lot riding on their combined ability to communicate and solve the mysteries of the Oddity and Master Blue and everything in between]
[but. . .]
We're not going to make those mistakes.
[protag confidence]
And you finally deciding to be more honest with people won't be what brings things crashing down around us.
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With the levels of intelligence everyone displayed tonight? Your confidence is outstanding... and irritating.
[Fuck that protag confidence.]
I'll continue working as I have so far. How I behave myself in front of the others is, as you said, not your business.
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[the frustration returns, bubbling irritatingly in the pit of his stomach. his grip on Akechi's face tightens, but only minutely. it's not painful, just. firm]
You are so fucking stupid.
[and with that. . . he uses his grip on Akechi's face to pull him forward so he can kiss him again, just as rough and agitated as earlier. I'm sorry. this thread continues to be a blight on this game]
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[Well.
Whatever he was going to say in response to that is lost the moment Akira pulls him into another kiss. Once again, he stills for a moment, completely floored... And then he starts kissing him back, just as roughly. One of his hands reaches up to clutch Akira's shirt, fist pressing against his chest like he can't decide whether to shove him away or not.
.......... This thread is very cursed and if we bad end, we will absolutely deserve it.]
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[Akira can't really say what he expected, but this kind of reciprocation was-- absolutely not it. he makes a sort of surprised noise as Akechi's hand fists into his shirt, and for a moment it almost looks like he's going to pull back--]
[but he doesn't. he presses into it, his own kisses without any finesse whatsoever, just as awkward and clumsy and demanding as the first]
[he hooks an arm around the back of Akechi's neck, as though trying to prevent him from pulling away, too]
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Teenagers are a mistake, and this is very... messy. And sloppy. And it's clear that Akechi is going on about this in the same way that he would go on about beating the shit out of Akira, rough and terrible and lacking in any tenderness. His hand remains fisted into his shirt, and the other reaches up to tangle itself in his hair. It's not a painful grip — until a moment later, when Akechi uses it to try and pull Akira away from him as he breaks the kiss.]
—Wait.
[... A little hoarse. The fuck was that, my dude.]
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[the grip is painful enough that Akira is pulled away easily, and he lets out a sharp exhale as the kiss is abruptly cut off. he seems a bit dazed-- at least for a second or two before he pulls himself together, nose wrinkled and brows furrowed]
[his arm remains hooked around Akechi's neck]
What?
[his response is also hoarse, like his voice is being filtered through smoke]
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Closes it.
Opens it again.
... And diverts his gaze, eyebrows furrowed like he's struggling to find the right words to say. It takes him a moment before he meets his eyes again, his hands staying right where they are.]
What are we doing?
[He is still very ??? over the first kiss, and the second one is not making matters any more clear.]
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[Akira's response isn't immediate, his pinched features smoothing out almost immediately. he catches Akechi's gaze with his own and blinks a few times, his own mouth opening then closing again in a stunning mimicry of Akechi's uncertainly earlier]
[what. . . is he doing. . .? what are they doing? isn't he just. . . making things more complicated? tangling them up even more than they were before until the lines of their relationship-- whatever it may be-- are so blurred that he can't tell if they're friends or enemies or not-quite-friends-but-not-quite-enemies or something else? he wanted to prove a point, not seek out something permanent, but he isn't sure that point has gotten through Akechi's stupidly thick skull yet, and--]
[. . . and. . .]
[. . .]
I don't-- [. . .] I don't know.
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With that, Akechi releases his grip on him, one of his hands reaching up to the arm still hooked around his neck. He takes hold of Akira's wrist, firmly but not enough to be painful.]
I see. Then, let's end this here.
[Because, regardless of whatever the heck Akira intended, things are complicated enough as they are without adding this to the mix. They have greater things to worry about right now.]
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