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[Goro stands in front the bed, hand resting against his hip as he watches at Akira, inspecting his worsening condition. Oh. Hm. So this is what they're dealing with now, alright. It's really a shame that their Personas can't heal sickness.]
Don't apologize, idiot.
[He leans forward just enough to place his hand on top of Akira's forehead, feeling whether his body temperature has risen.]
Don't apologize, idiot.
[He leans forward just enough to place his hand on top of Akira's forehead, feeling whether his body temperature has risen.]
[Goro sighs, twists his hand to take Akira's to his own and reluctantly sits down on the edge of the bed. Well, he'd be lying to say if he didn't expect fever to hit Akira at some point of this madness. When everything else fails body tries to shut itself down by force. It's not ideal and now they need to prevent Akira's health from collapsing completely.]
How are you feeling? Aside from the obvious fever, that is.
How are you feeling? Aside from the obvious fever, that is.
[Yeah, there's not a moment when Goro actually believes that. He snakes his arm around Akira's back, pulling him with his blanket cocoon towards him.]
Drink the tea. You'll feel better afterwards.
Drink the tea. You'll feel better afterwards.
I told you not to--, never mind. [He mumbles, biting on his lower lip. Then, he shifts on the bed a little, pulling his legs up on the mattress and backing his own back against the headboard. When he's settled he motions Akira to come closer and lean on him.
C'mon. He'll be a good boyfriend and cuddle you.]
C'mon. He'll be a good boyfriend and cuddle you.]
[He puts a hand down on the mattress while Goro situates himself, still curled around his mug of tea until Goro motions for him, and he sits there like an idiot for a solid few seconds.]
[Processing slowly, his expression becomes hopelessly fond, and he stretches out to set his mug down so he can better crawl directly to him, settling against his chest.] ...don't worry, I won't tell anyone you're being sweet.
[Processing slowly, his expression becomes hopelessly fond, and he stretches out to set his mug down so he can better crawl directly to him, settling against his chest.] ...don't worry, I won't tell anyone you're being sweet.
Good. [His voice is gruff from the embarrassment. He's glad that the dusty pink shading his cheekbones isn't all that clear and visible in the dimly lit room.] Because otherwise I'd have to kill them.
[His hand finds its place against the back of Akira's neck, carefully rubbing the spot of skin there.]
..I'm bad at this. [He admits begrudgingly, feeling out of his league here.] I'll go see if I can find you medicine tomorrow.
[His hand finds its place against the back of Akira's neck, carefully rubbing the spot of skin there.]
..I'm bad at this. [He admits begrudgingly, feeling out of his league here.] I'll go see if I can find you medicine tomorrow.
[Goro hums quietly to Akira, fingers carefully massaging the soft skin on his nape and allowing a pensive silence fill the bedroom. He tilts his head to the side just enough that he can take a peek at the window. Moon is still full as it is ever, shining it's pale light in.
He mulls over his thoughts for a bit and bites down on his lower lip. How he hates this stupid feeling, being so uncertain and lost with his words. God, this is why he's not protag.]
...You don't have to be. [He says quietly, turning his head so that he can bury his nose to Akira's curls.] I know you're not as strong or as whole as you act. I know you are just as big fuck up as me. [He has seen you, Akira. With all your carefulness, quietness -- how they hide storm of hurt underneath it. All those strong emotions that he covers with his stupid glasses.] I don't mind any of it.
He mulls over his thoughts for a bit and bites down on his lower lip. How he hates this stupid feeling, being so uncertain and lost with his words. God, this is why he's not protag.]
...You don't have to be. [He says quietly, turning his head so that he can bury his nose to Akira's curls.] I know you're not as strong or as whole as you act. I know you are just as big fuck up as me. [He has seen you, Akira. With all your carefulness, quietness -- how they hide storm of hurt underneath it. All those strong emotions that he covers with his stupid glasses.] I don't mind any of it.
[He starts to retort, to say that Akechi isn't a fuck up, but when he follows it up with "I don't mind any of it", his voice dies in his throat. He exhales and hunkers against his chest, burying his face against his collarbone.] ...you ought to, I'm supposed to be a Leader. I can't very well lead like this.
[He's one pretty big fuck up, and he's sure that both of them know it. But it's okay since Akira's one too!]
Except you forget that you're not my leader. [Words are murmured against the dark hair as he gently pinches the skin with his fingers.] You're my rival. There's a difference.
Except you forget that you're not my leader. [Words are murmured against the dark hair as he gently pinches the skin with his fingers.] You're my rival. There's a difference.
Still a Leader, [He sounds so existentially exhausted about it, though. One hand shifts, skimming along Goro's arm until he can lace his fingers with his free hand, and he shifts to look up at him.]
...'s always been different with you, anyway. Appreciate it.
...'s always been different with you, anyway. Appreciate it.
[He let's out a soft sigh, clearly not agreeing what is being said but not also not in mood to start arguing. Goro looks down at him, red eyes thoughtful and somber.
Then, he's not sure what comes over him. Maybe he's hit with the same spell as Akira when he had told him to live. Closing his eyes, Goro cranes his neck fee forward to place a kiss on top of Akira's head.]
You know that I love you.
Then, he's not sure what comes over him. Maybe he's hit with the same spell as Akira when he had told him to live. Closing his eyes, Goro cranes his neck fee forward to place a kiss on top of Akira's head.]
You know that I love you.
[He stops breathing long enough that his lungs burn. He has to have heard wrong, the fever melting his brain into nothing but wishful thinking. Akechi Goro was always the first to insist he wasn't capable of love or being loved, and-- this?]
[His breath catches and he turns inward to cough, burying his forehead against Goro's armpit, and his breathing rattles for a while after. He takes measured, careful breaths, then, turning his head up again to look at him.] ...won't tell anyone you said that, either. [He cranes his neck to bump his head up into Goro's mild affection, overtly catlike.] Will you let me tell you it's mutual?
[His breath catches and he turns inward to cough, burying his forehead against Goro's armpit, and his breathing rattles for a while after. He takes measured, careful breaths, then, turning his head up again to look at him.] ...won't tell anyone you said that, either. [He cranes his neck to bump his head up into Goro's mild affection, overtly catlike.] Will you let me tell you it's mutual?
[Goro appreciates the brief silence between them, it allows both of them to gather their through after such silent confession that still felt like a bomb. Unknowingly, Goro tightens his hold on Akira, squeezing him as the storm brewed within his mind - pulling him to both directions between the two ultimatums.
Someone like him wasn't capable of love, such trait had been deleted from his code at his birth. Such, trivial feelings or matters didn't concern him. But yet, he knew for certain that he did, in fact, love Akira Kurusu -- or at least that's what his mind translated the feelings as. He's lost in paradox of his own making, Akira's dizziness catching up on him and suddenly he's not only one who has hard time to breathe.
It's the words of the other that knock him out of the haze. But he still refuses to meet Akira's gaze and spreads his arms properly around the other's shoulders, holding him tight.] ...You just did.
Someone like him wasn't capable of love, such trait had been deleted from his code at his birth. Such, trivial feelings or matters didn't concern him. But yet, he knew for certain that he did, in fact, love Akira Kurusu -- or at least that's what his mind translated the feelings as. He's lost in paradox of his own making, Akira's dizziness catching up on him and suddenly he's not only one who has hard time to breathe.
It's the words of the other that knock him out of the haze. But he still refuses to meet Akira's gaze and spreads his arms properly around the other's shoulders, holding him tight.] ...You just did.
Mmn, [He feels overheated, overwhelmed, lost in the buzz of his own brain. He can't form much in the way of coherent thought, overall too fevered and gobsmacked, and his eyes get hot and he mashes his face into Goro's shoulder.] Don't-- don't freak out, I'm just. [Tearing up, definitely, absolutely, Goro please don't react badly.] I'm happy, oh my God. [He keeps his face pressed into him, even as it results in dampness, and squirms until he can curl his arms around Goro in turn. His grip is feeble in comparison to how it ought to be, and he's shaking, but he's smiling so hard his face hurts.]
[And then he sits up, and his vision swims and he wobbles with it, but he finds Goro's shoulders and steadies himself, his face split in a horrible fondness.] Goro, [Akechi you're going to have to deal with him saying this to your fucking face, okay.] Goro, I love you.
[And then he sits up, and his vision swims and he wobbles with it, but he finds Goro's shoulders and steadies himself, his face split in a horrible fondness.] Goro, [Akechi you're going to have to deal with him saying this to your fucking face, okay.] Goro, I love you.
[What happened to Don't Perceive Me Tuesdays? It does take immense self-control from him not to react out because his stomach drops the moment the words leave from Akira's lips, air draining away from his lungs. Why is he suddenly feeling a fear creeping up his limbs, finding the smallest cracks to slither in.
It'd be lying to say that he didn't know it to some extent. He knew that Akira thought that he loved it. He still believes, or rather hopes, him to become disillusioned with all of this and just move on. That'd be perfect solution for both of them. Although, seeing how they've become almost addicted to each other he truly doubts that they have it what it takes to break this off. They're selfish like that, right. So does hearing Akira's confession make him happy? He doesn't know. All he's aware of is the weight pressing against his throat.]
I -- ["I didn't want to tell you".] I'm not saying this for nothing. If we want to make it out here in one piece we can't fall apart like we did back in the maze. And for that we need to learn how to function better. With flaws and all.
[Goro's voice stammers as he speaks. It feels like his heart was fighting for its life.] I don't expect you to be strong all the time. You're not fine and I know why. I don't need you to always try to save me either, so. I care for you as you are, Akira.
It'd be lying to say that he didn't know it to some extent. He knew that Akira thought that he loved it. He still believes, or rather hopes, him to become disillusioned with all of this and just move on. That'd be perfect solution for both of them. Although, seeing how they've become almost addicted to each other he truly doubts that they have it what it takes to break this off. They're selfish like that, right. So does hearing Akira's confession make him happy? He doesn't know. All he's aware of is the weight pressing against his throat.]
I -- ["I didn't want to tell you".] I'm not saying this for nothing. If we want to make it out here in one piece we can't fall apart like we did back in the maze. And for that we need to learn how to function better. With flaws and all.
[Goro's voice stammers as he speaks. It feels like his heart was fighting for its life.] I don't expect you to be strong all the time. You're not fine and I know why. I don't need you to always try to save me either, so. I care for you as you are, Akira.
[It's no longer Tuesday, is what happened.]
[Akira wobbles, dropping suddenly boneless back against Goro's front, but he nuzzles his temple against his collarbone to designate that he's fine, really, mostly giving Goro the chance to get his heart rate under control without Akira making gooey faces at him. ...and, maybe the fever is really starting to kick his ass, but he certainly isn't gonna say that.]
Can' help that last part, but... 'm glad. I care about you more'n I know how to articulate. [Oh he's slurring a little.]
[Akira wobbles, dropping suddenly boneless back against Goro's front, but he nuzzles his temple against his collarbone to designate that he's fine, really, mostly giving Goro the chance to get his heart rate under control without Akira making gooey faces at him. ...and, maybe the fever is really starting to kick his ass, but he certainly isn't gonna say that.]
Can' help that last part, but... 'm glad. I care about you more'n I know how to articulate. [Oh he's slurring a little.]
[The fever definitely seems to be settling in. Goro knits his brows together, lines tracing a faint frown on his face as he watches down at Akira. With their positions being like this it's almost like coddling a child.]
Then you better start trusting me, idiot. And stop shouldering everything by yourself.
Then you better start trusting me, idiot. And stop shouldering everything by yourself.
[His lips draws back from displeasure, pressing into a thin line.
No. He doesn't like that. He wants something more solid than "maybe". But at the same time he's the last thing to make that demand from anyone else, when he's still so unsure and curled up in his own issues, testing the limits of Akira's patience.]
It's okay. [He sighs, huffing out the air he didn't realize he was keeping in.] Tomorrow you'll stay in. No objections on that regard. I'll take care of the food and medicine.
No. He doesn't like that. He wants something more solid than "maybe". But at the same time he's the last thing to make that demand from anyone else, when he's still so unsure and curled up in his own issues, testing the limits of Akira's patience.]
It's okay. [He sighs, huffing out the air he didn't realize he was keeping in.] Tomorrow you'll stay in. No objections on that regard. I'll take care of the food and medicine.
[That makes him laugh, jostling his chest a little]
Weren't you the one scolding me for apologizing when I was hurt? Now it's my turn. [he keeps combing through Akira's hair with his free hand hoping the gesture to be soothing.]
I don't mind taking care of you. Your problems are my problems and vice versa.
Weren't you the one scolding me for apologizing when I was hurt? Now it's my turn. [he keeps combing through Akira's hair with his free hand hoping the gesture to be soothing.]
I don't mind taking care of you. Your problems are my problems and vice versa.
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