[as leader of the Phantom Thieves, Akira is pretty used to keeping a watchful eye on others! after all, it was his job to make sure none of his thieves were pushing themselves too hard in a fight. the moment one began to falter, he delegated them to the back lines to recover. this may not be a scrap against a group of unruly Shadows, but. . . old habits die hard, it seems]
[the leather jacket is a bit dusty from the sand, but Akira shakes it out before he crawls back to Minato's side. once there. . . he hesitates, gray eyes flickering between his companion and the garment tucked between his fingers]
[. . .]
[after a moment, he seems to come to a decision]
It's okay. I'm still not going to tattle on you to the student council.
[a light joke as he drapes half the jacket across Minato's chilly, damp shoulders. . . and the other half across his own. he isn't nearly as cold as his companion is, but this vest doesn't have sleeves. he has got to look after himself, too! and if sharing the jacket means he has to press himself right up against Minato's side, shoulders and elbows and thighs touching, well. . .]
[that's fine, isn't it?]
[satisfied with this new arrangement, Akira scoops up the coconut halves again and gently deposits one into Minato's hands]
no subject
[the leather jacket is a bit dusty from the sand, but Akira shakes it out before he crawls back to Minato's side. once there. . . he hesitates, gray eyes flickering between his companion and the garment tucked between his fingers]
[. . .]
[after a moment, he seems to come to a decision]
It's okay. I'm still not going to tattle on you to the student council.
[a light joke as he drapes half the jacket across Minato's chilly, damp shoulders. . . and the other half across his own. he isn't nearly as cold as his companion is, but this vest doesn't have sleeves. he has got to look after himself, too! and if sharing the jacket means he has to press himself right up against Minato's side, shoulders and elbows and thighs touching, well. . .]
[that's fine, isn't it?]
[satisfied with this new arrangement, Akira scoops up the coconut halves again and gently deposits one into Minato's hands]
Your meal, sir.