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Akira sat up with a gasp, the covers slowly sliding to the floor after he'd tossed them off. He reached up, gingerly patting his face. No mask, no Shadows. No talking cat. The delinquent-looking boy seemed real--he'd have to check on that once he made it to school, but yesterday felt like one giant cluster fuck. He barely remembered the school day, let alone how he made it back to the Leblanc, but here he woke.
Akira swung his legs over the side of the bed and winced after straightening his posture. He reached over his shoulder, poking around to find the source of his pain. There was a swelling on his shoulder blades. At least, that's what it felt like to him. That was a sure sign pointing to yesterday being real. He'd been manhandled worse than a rag doll, then had magic blasted at him.
Footsteps drew his attention away from the pain and he focused his gaze on Sojiro, who crested the stairs with a frown. "Not sure what you did yesterday, but do I have to remind your of your circumstances again?"
Akira shook his head.
"Good, because I didn't want to. Get ready." And with that, Sojiro headed back downstairs to start his preparations for the day.
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Akira woke feeling uncomfortable. He moaned softly, rolling his shoulders to relieve some of their burden. The soft, fluttering rustle banished any lingering drowsiness instantly. He pushed himself up onto his knees and flexed, looking over his shoulder. As his shoulder blades attempted to meet, the tip of a black wing could be seen in his field of vision. 'Not possible...'
Ryuji told him they were cute. These were too big to be cute!
Akira took a deep breath, then another. He kept at it until he was calm, and so were his wings. He could feel the feathers brushing against his spine at the middle of his back. Less than a week ago, they were just an itch that needed scratching if he reached over his shoulder at just the right angle.