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Summary
“Akechi,” Akira says, determination clouding the waver in his voice. Akechi commits the sound of it to memory. “Care to dance?”
Akechi doesn’t care to dance. He doesn’t care to do much of anything, and he knew that he shouldn’t be here, that he should’ve left as soon as Akira flipped the sign on the door and turned the lights down. He should’ve left when he had a chance. But now, when Akira is looking at him like he expects him to run away, he can’t help but defiantly lean his hand out over the kitchen counter, palm face up and open. Akira smiles, genuine and bright, and Akechi has to suppress a shudder at the sight of it.
(or, Akechi loves Akira, more than he's loved anyone, more than he could ever grow to love anyone.
It isn't enough.)
Series
- Part 10 of evermore collection