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“Akechi-kun! Please! If you can calm down for a minute—”
Takuto barely had enough time to duck down from the oncoming pillow heading in his direction. As he cowered from behind his chair, Takuto could only watch from a safe distance.
He just had come back home from working his shift. Takuto barely got his key into the keyhole when something was pressed against his back. When Takuto heard a surprisingly familiar voice ordering him to open the door quietly, the man reasonable assumed it was a gun.
(In truth, it’s a water bottle. Takuto should have realized sooner Akechi wouldn’t have easy access to a weapon like that any longer without Shido’s influences. A water bottle certainly better having a knife pressed against his back, though knives don’t seem to be Akechi’s style.)
As soon the two entered the apartment, all hell broke loose. Takuto made a dash towards the living room, and Akechi threw the water bottle towards a window. The bottle bounced back towards Takuto’s direction, hitting directly onto his forehead.
The apparently alive eighteen-year-old then went on a rampage, throwing everything around in his apartment. Takuto didn’t have anything hazardous that could cause injuries when broken or shattered, but he did have a number of throw pillows and psychology books. Heavy ones.
“Calm down? Calm down!? How can I!?” shouted Akechi. “I’m clearly alive, you quack doctor!”