[He pulls Akira towards himself until they're back in each other's space. So close that he can smell the dried up blood mixed with grass on the other one. Then Akechi leans to press their foreheads together and closes his eyes.
Akira feels nice and cool against his own warm body. ]
If I didn't want you here I wouldn't have let you cross the threshold.
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Akira feels nice and cool against his own warm body. ]
If I didn't want you here I wouldn't have let you cross the threshold.