[he answers that without any hesitation, because. . . he does, doesn't he? deeply and truly, a warmth he had nursed from a tiny little seed that was planted there when he found her crying after Asch's false conviction]
But I kissed you. Twice.
[and finally, he looks over at Akechi, but his face is still completely unreadable]
And you kissed me back.
[and they need to do something with that, because Akira doesn't want anyone else to be hurt]
[A small, sharp intake of breath — and an exhale. That's... something. It sure is something! His voice is quieter when he speaks up again, like he can't believe the shit he's hearing.]
... Are you insane? Don't you think that's exactly the reason you need to drop it?
[there's a pause on Akira's end too, a long stretch of silence as Akira's form deflates, as he presses the pendant even closer to his heart]
[. . .]
I don't know. Maybe.
[haha maybe?? maybe?? maybe he should take the Akechi route and not talk about it. maybe he should pretend that it never happened, and just go on like normal. because maybe then--]
[. . .]
[. . . it's not like him not to be honest about how he feels, though. is it??]
But I don't want to date you. I don't. And above all else, I really--
[. . .]
[a little more softly]
I really. . . care about her. I want her to be happy. And I want to be happy. . . . [he breathes out deeply] With her.
[but he feels. . . something similar to a release when Akechi says that last part. part of him wants to ask-- are you really okay with that? but he already knows the answer he'd get, so the words die on his tongue before he can speak them]
[. . .]
[this should be the last time he ever brings it up. he isn't stupid; he knows that Akechi likely harbors some measure of hurt for what he did. but. . .]
[If he didn't want Akechi to rub it in, then he shouldn't have brought this onto himself? Akechi feels zero pity for him. This was easily avoided, you fool.]
After you spoke to her, obviously. Don't ask me to give you the precise hour.
... Oh? So the great leader of the Phantom Thieves doesn't know what to do?
[It's a dick move, but. Does Akechi care? No. His tone is light as he says that, before it shifts to something more severe. Akira has absolutely fucked up when it's hecking Akechi giving him advice here.]
It's obvious. You get over yourself, and you grovel for forgiveness. It's her choice if she wants anything to do with you after this.
[reddit thread: aita for telling the girl i like to put a pin in it while i confront my rival who has shot me down twice.]
[akira's attempt at avoiding hurt feelings on both sides: FAILURE]
[. . .]
[he huffs out a wry, humorless laugh and pulls both hands away from his face, gaze affixed on the wall in front of him. silence stretches on for a period, and then. . .]
Yeah.
That's all there is to it.
[and when he thinks about it. . . he had spent so much energy trying to convince Luna that his feelings were real and not enough acknowledging that he had fucked up]
[. . .]
[the next time he sees her, the first thing he has to do is apologize]
[Under any other circumstances, watching him flounder around like this would be extremely satisfying. But right now... it's more of an annoyance than anything. He lifts his head up to watch him, expression unreadable.]
Don't allow this to become a distraction tomorrow. I won't accept any mistakes at such a crucial time. [So, back to business.] Do you understand?
[. . . in a way, it's almost comforting to hear Akechi say that. as mall bit of normality, of something expected, amidst the mess. Akira huffs out a laugh, and for the first time, a smile cracks on his features, as rueful as it is]
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[he answers that without any hesitation, because. . . he does, doesn't he? deeply and truly, a warmth he had nursed from a tiny little seed that was planted there when he found her crying after Asch's false conviction]
But I kissed you. Twice.
[and finally, he looks over at Akechi, but his face is still completely unreadable]
And you kissed me back.
[and they need to do something with that, because Akira doesn't want anyone else to be hurt]
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[He stares back at him, his expression matching the tone of his voice.]
Is your memory that faulty? I said it before: It was a lapse in judgement. This is the third time I've told you to drop it.
[The only thing they need to do with that is forget and move on, thanks.]
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[and there it is. a small hint of frustration in his tone as his careful mask cracks]
I want to talk about it, because some stupid part of me wants to kiss you again, and I don't know what to do with that.
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[A small, sharp intake of breath — and an exhale. That's... something. It sure is something! His voice is quieter when he speaks up again, like he can't believe the shit he's hearing.]
... Are you insane? Don't you think that's exactly the reason you need to drop it?
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[. . .]
I don't know. Maybe.
[haha maybe?? maybe?? maybe he should take the Akechi route and not talk about it. maybe he should pretend that it never happened, and just go on like normal. because maybe then--]
[. . .]
[. . . it's not like him not to be honest about how he feels, though. is it??]
But I don't want to date you. I don't. And above all else, I really--
[. . .]
[a little more softly]
I really. . . care about her. I want her to be happy. And I want to be happy. . . . [he breathes out deeply] With her.
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[This entire conversation is... aging him. About ten years per second, really. He looks away from him, letting his eyes roam the room as he speaks.]
... You're aware of your feelings. So what, exactly, is the point of this conversation?
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To make sure I'm not hurting yours.
[. . . or. . . ?]
Or to apologize if I already have.
. . . to-- to fix it.
[and yes, he knows exactly how selfish that is]
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What a mess.
He focuses on the glass on the floor, frowning.]
I have asked you to drop it three times, Akira. [Slowly, like he's speaking to a child.] What you choose to do beyond that... is none of my concern.
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[what a mess indeed]
[but he feels. . . something similar to a release when Akechi says that last part. part of him wants to ask-- are you really okay with that? but he already knows the answer he'd get, so the words die on his tongue before he can speak them]
[. . .]
[this should be the last time he ever brings it up. he isn't stupid; he knows that Akechi likely harbors some measure of hurt for what he did. but. . .]
[. . .]
Okay.
[this is where it ends. where it really ends]
Then. . . that's it.
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[Echoing that. That's it. That's all. Third time's the charm. With that, they can just... move on and forget.
But.
After a beat:]
You'll have to apologize. She looked like shit when I spoke to her.
[Because, you know, he has to rub in the fact that Akira hecked up. #akiracrimes continue...]
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[he lifts both hands, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes as he lets out a frustrated noise. of course he has to rub it in!! of course!!]
[it's fine, Akira won't argue]
I know, I know. I really. . . hecked up.
-- when did you talk to her?
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After you spoke to her, obviously. Don't ask me to give you the precise hour.
[Timey wimey PC shenanigans...]
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. . . fair enough.
[huffs a little, and the pendant-- the one he was holding onto so tightly his knuckles hurt-- goes back into his pocket]
[. . .]
I don't know what to do.
[he doesn't expect advice. if anything, he expects another admonishment-- well-deserved. but he doesn't. . . know what to do]
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[It's a dick move, but. Does Akechi care? No. His tone is light as he says that, before it shifts to something more severe. Akira has absolutely fucked up when it's hecking Akechi giving him advice here.]
It's obvious. You get over yourself, and you grovel for forgiveness. It's her choice if she wants anything to do with you after this.
[reddit thread: aita for telling the girl i like to put a pin in it while i confront my rival who has shot me down twice.]
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[. . .]
[he huffs out a wry, humorless laugh and pulls both hands away from his face, gaze affixed on the wall in front of him. silence stretches on for a period, and then. . .]
Yeah.
That's all there is to it.
[and when he thinks about it. . . he had spent so much energy trying to convince Luna that his feelings were real and not enough acknowledging that he had fucked up]
[. . .]
[the next time he sees her, the first thing he has to do is apologize]
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[Under any other circumstances, watching him flounder around like this would be extremely satisfying. But right now... it's more of an annoyance than anything. He lifts his head up to watch him, expression unreadable.]
Don't allow this to become a distraction tomorrow. I won't accept any mistakes at such a crucial time. [So, back to business.] Do you understand?
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I understand.
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[With that, he steps away from the pillar, glass crunching under his feet as he turns to face the exit.]
It's late. I'm heading back to my room. I suggest you do the same, unless you want to slow us down.
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And let you one up me?
Not a chance, Akechi.
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[Kicking the house's ass shouldn't be a competition, and yet. If Akira has nothing else to say, though, Akechi will exit stage left.]
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[and that's all Akira has to say right now, so he lets Akechi exit stage left]
[GLAD TO KNOW THAT EVERYTHING IS NOW HUNKY-DORY BETWEEN THEM (hahaha)]