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“That’s okay.” Akira rubs his chin in mock thought. “Why would you spill your guts to me? We just met. You don’t even know my name.” Akechi’s eye twitches. His mouth opens in protest, but Akira beats him to the next punch. “I’m Akira Kurusu.” He sticks his hand out across the bar.
Goro stares at the hand, shocked into silence.
For a moment, they don’t breathe. The air crackles, and the TV hums in the background, and somewhere, a pedestrian shouts, and somewhere else, someone honks their car horn, the world continuing on and on in an endless waterfall of mundanities—but the air in Leblanc crackles.
Finally, Goro reaches forward. His gloved hand slots against Akira’s own, leather cold and damp.
“My name is Goro Akechi. It’s nice to meet you, Akira Kurusu.”
(Or: “Wait a second. You’ve just been, what, LARPing as strangers?” Futaba stares at him. “With Goro-goddamn-Akechi?”)