[That... Might've been unnecessarily harsh on his part. Akechi realizes that immediately when Akira moves away to get the bath ready. Gritting his teeth together he returns to the task of undressing which... goes as well as you'd expect. It's a slow and tedious process, but once Akira's back he's actually gotten his buttons undone and is in middle of awkwardly trying to shake the shirt off.
But now that his shirt is open there's a clear view to neatly wrapped bandage over his lower torso, covering his entire abdomen. And on the left side, below his ribcage is a hint of red, blooming through the white of the wrapping like a small flower.
Kicking his shoes off violently Akechi looks up at Akira, feeling his chest tightening a little at the sight of glasses. He doesn't say anything.
Instead he extends his arm out, asking for Akira's help to get up.]
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But now that his shirt is open there's a clear view to neatly wrapped bandage over his lower torso, covering his entire abdomen. And on the left side, below his ribcage is a hint of red, blooming through the white of the wrapping like a small flower.
Kicking his shoes off violently Akechi looks up at Akira, feeling his chest tightening a little at the sight of glasses. He doesn't say anything.
Instead he extends his arm out, asking for Akira's help to get up.]