[. . . for the briefest of moments, Akira feels a small flicker of concern when Kazuya turns away, seemingly ashamed of his roundabout confession. his shoulders ease, guard dropping slightly, brows furrowing as he studies the mysterious stranger carefully, mind racing to think of the right words]
[there really aren't any, though. and truly. . . if that's the way things are, then Akira will have a lot to plan for. ah. . . provided he really doesn't wake up eight hours from now sprawled out comfortably in his own bed]
[BUT THEN, KAZUYA SAYS THAT, AND I. HELP. IT'S IMPORTANT TO KNOW, BUT HELP??]
1/2
[there really aren't any, though. and truly. . . if that's the way things are, then Akira will have a lot to plan for. ah. . . provided he really doesn't wake up eight hours from now sprawled out comfortably in his own bed]
[BUT THEN, KAZUYA SAYS THAT, AND I. HELP. IT'S IMPORTANT TO KNOW, BUT HELP??]
I. Yeah. I do.
[. . .]