[this is extraordinarily unsexy situation, indeed. But luckily Akechi is too preoccupied with not hurting himself to worry about possible repercussions this might have to their intimacy.
He let's go of Akira, hands finding their place against the warm porcelain as he nods as an answer.]
What about you? [His voice sounds so coarse, as if there was something stuck on his throat. Then, slowly he raises his gaze to meet Akira's, left hand finding its way to grab the frames of his glasses and pushing them up off his face. Look at him properly.]
You... You don't have to do the bandage. Just give scissors and I'll handle it
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Date: 2023-07-17 06:11 pm (UTC)He let's go of Akira, hands finding their place against the warm porcelain as he nods as an answer.]
What about you? [His voice sounds so coarse, as if there was something stuck on his throat. Then, slowly he raises his gaze to meet Akira's, left hand finding its way to grab the frames of his glasses and pushing them up off his face. Look at him properly.]
You... You don't have to do the bandage. Just give scissors and I'll handle it