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[murderingjustice]

[Pause.

Oh. He actually kinda expected more? Questions, arguments or whatever. Having him agree to it so easily is well.. unexpected.]

Ah. No, I don't? I wouldn't have suggested it otherwise. [sorry, his brain is processing this. He looks down at his coffee and back at Akira.] Well, if you're sure I'll see what I can do about it tomorrow morning. Like I said, I don't have much experience when it comes to living with someone so you'll have to show me the ropes around it. Other than that I believe we need to go through some basic rules regarding the boundaries and respecting of each other's privacy. We tend to have habit to clash at times.

[Rambling? Yes.]

[chemex]

[He drums his fingers along his mug and waits for Goro to quiet, looking up and smiling faintly.]

I'm not much more experienced with living with anyone than you are, Morgana is kind of a special case. We can figure it out together?

[murderingjustice]

I see. You're right, living with parents must be different than living with Morgana. [Or whatever it is that they are at this point. But he nods at Akira's last comment, going silent for a moment and drinks more of his coffee.]

Like I said, I don't mind you. Others are a different story.

does exactly one tag

[chemex]

...Oh, [He looks chastised, frowning at the floor for a moment.] It... probably doesn't help, but I feel like before living in Tokyo I was living more alone than in the attic, anyway.

throw you another

[murderingjustice]

Hmm.. [He hums into his coffee, curiously peering at Akira behind his cup. Now that he thinks of it, he really doesn't know much what his rival's life was before Tokyo, aside from the little facts such as hometown, name of the previous school and parents. But aside from all that? Akira's mystery to him.

Though considering just how easily they had just sent Akira away to live with someone they barely knew and without checking up on his living situation for almost a year says something about them..]

What is it like? [he asks.] To live with parents I mean.

takes a week to reply

[chemex]

[And Akira likes that just fine, really. He goes a bit out of his way to not tell people about his life before Tokyo. He shrugs his shoulders to the question, his posture pulling inward the way it always does when he's uncomfortable.]

Lonelier than the attic, by a lot.

[murderingjustice]

I'm not surprised to hear that. The old-fashioned family unit is nothing but a ghost of a shadow in modern Japan. [Again, the most empathetic person out there. But he calls it as he sees it. Despite the overall family values being so high only a few have luxury to live through them.

But he can tell that Akira's not feeling too hot about the subject so he let's it go. Past isn't what they were discussing here earlier.]

One or two beds? [For them.]

[chemex]

[Akira just nods. He didn't like to speak poorly of his parents, despite knowing they shouldn't have had a son when he was nothing more than a status symbol for them, to be cast aside when he could no longer be used as a trophy for good grades, for achieving something. Talking about it made him nasty, because he'd turn the upset back on himself, reflexively-- clearly if he'd just been what they wanted him to be, none of this ever would have happened--]

[Goro's question pops the rain cloud of melodrama above his head and leaves him looking up, startled.] Huh?

[murderingjustice]

[Akechi quietly groans to his coffee cup, shaking his head. Focus Akira!]

For us. How many beds should we get?

[chemex]

[Buddy you're the last person who gets to scold him about getting stuck in his head. Meekly, he drops his gaze to the floor with a quiet,] Oh.

...two? Maybe... if they have mattress covers here, we could get one to cover both, and push the two beds together. So it's nothing forced. [So Akechi can have space if he wants it, he doesn't say. Akira is pretty sure he would never want space-- he certainly never has, not from anyone he trusts. He laughs at himself, a moment later.] Is that childish?

[murderingjustice]

[Meanwhile Akechi glances back towards the bedroom. It's more spacious than his own, so they definitely could fit two beds there if the inn were to provide an extra for them. If not, well.. They've gotten by with one so far.

But he'd definitely would prefer to have his own space.. Especially now that talking about logistics is making this decision feel more heavy and real.]

No. I'd like that. [He admits, turning his focus back on the dark coffee in his cup.]

So, [He starts, surprised by his own bashfulness.] I take it you want to keep continuing having an intimate relationship.

[chemex]

[He hums, smiling, and looks up at the slight change in the sobriety of the conversation, startled too by Akechi's bashfulness. He stares blankly for a long moment at the question, and his ears tinge pink in his wild mess of curls.]

...do you?

[murderingjustice]

[It's funny how he wants to do about just anything else than to sit here across Akira and look him into the eye. So he keeps his eyes fixated on the coffee, swirling it carefully around the cup a little. The memory of the last time still fresh on his memory -- or rather what was before it and after. Akira's tears, his own panic attack and clumsy confession. I like you. I don't want you to leave.]

I think I already said more than enough last time.

[chemex]

[Akira, meanwhile, sits a little straighter and then reaches across to put his hand in Akechi's line of sight.]

I want to if you do. But I need you to get used to telling me, so we can continue to be honest with each other.

[murderingjustice]

[He inhales sharply, his shoulders tensing up a little as he holds the air in. There's that burning sensation making its comeback within his stomach. Then he exhales, and presses his gaze down.]

If I say yes. [When. not if.] What will that mean to you?

[chemex]

[He splays his hand, palm-up. An offer to take.]

...guess that depends on what you want it to mean. Are we together? Are we just physical? I'm open to suggestions. [If Akechi takes his hand, Akira threads their fingers.]

[murderingjustice]

[There is a slight twitch of lips as he lets those words sink in. Then, he carefully extends his hand out, placing it on top of Akira's.]

And you'd really want to be more? [He's still not looking up. ] And not just because you think.. you owe me something.

[chemex]

[Akira watches him, watches him not looking at him, watches their hands, and scoots forward. With his other hand, he reaches out and tips Akechi's chin up, choosing chaste violence and kissing the end of his nose.]

I don't owe you shit other than a black eye and a week of pretending to be dead.

[murderingjustice]

[Akira really has a way with his words. Now whether that's good thing or bad is left to be seen.

Akechi makes a soft, surprised sound when his chin is tipped up. He opens his mouth to say something but then Akira speaks and he huffs out air.]

Try that and I'll fucking break your hand, idiot. [He groans but still tightens his grip on Akira's hand.]

[chemex]

Aww, but my hands are so useful. I'd have a hard time making coffee one-handed, you know.

[He leans forward and bumps their noses.] ...I don't do this because I feel obligated. I just happen to like you.

[murderingjustice]

Guess you'll just have to train yourself to become ambidextrous.

[Look if he could do it!

But then there's that. Simple word, sealing everything that he knew was going on. He still can't quite understand that just why. Why someone as messed up and wrong as him -- someone who will no doubt just hurt him in the long run further.]

You really are an absolute idiot. [His voice is so quiet as he breathes the words out.]

...I like you too.

[chemex]

Already am, but that doesn't solve the issue of singularity.

[Akira smiles, closing his eyes almost entirely until they're slits, and he's looking down at Akechi's face through his lashes.] Good. [He tips his head sideways and taps their lips together, just once.]

[murderingjustice]

[Oh no, don't give him more competition ideas.

It's almost as if he just forgot how to breathe all of the sudden. Akechi feels a little light-headed when Akira presses their lips together. It's soft and chaste, barely counting as a kiss but it's still enough to lift the heaviness off from the pits of his stomach. Akechi moves in, chasing after Akira's lips with his own.]

Yes. I want more. [He whispers his answer against Akira's mouth, before sealing them into another kiss. It might be a stupid and irresponsible of him to agree on becoming something more with all things considered. But it's fine, he doesn't mind being stupid if it's with Akira.]

[chemex]

[His heartbeat launches into his throat and stays there, and the anxious thrum of it is surely loud enough to be heard in space, but he just keeps tapping light little kisses against Akechi's lips.]

Okay. [He's-- he's terrified, actually, but he can't let anyone else know that, least of all Akechi himself.]

[murderingjustice]

[Honestly? Akechi is just as terrified as Akira here, probably? Never in his life had he thought to find himself in a situation like this -- one where he agrees on a relationship like this. Romance had never been his priority and besides, it wasn't like he was going to ever find anyone insane enough to stick with his crazy ass..

But oh well, here he is. Softly kissing Akira with their hand intervened together, right above half-empty coffee cups. What comes next? Should they go over labels? Are they boyfriends now? Why isn't there a manual how to do these things right?!]

Our coffee has gone cold. [When in doubt, stick to what you know. Facts are helpful.] I like you.