Akechi shuffles under the too comfortable blankets, his hand hitting the dorayaki wrapper.
He once asked Maruki what drove him, requesting an answer for a reason Akechi couldn't voice at the time, but-
There was an understanding. Words appearing on a screen that Akechi has reread multiple times since that day - after intense arguments while a bowl of soup cools outside of a doorway, after extra mushrooms started appearing unprompted in his meals, Maruki conveniently reading on the couch during nights Akechi wanders home later than normal.
It's surreal. It gets less intelligible every single time he pulls up the screen capture- words jumbling together, meaning lost. He can't decipher it. It makes less sense the more experiences shared between them.
If Akechi were to pull out his phone now and read those saved words, he's sure every single one of them will look like a foreign language, scrambled and twisted.]
I won't apologize - ever. I don't regret anything I've done.
[Eyes shut. A soft, distant murmur under his breath. A bleary sort of numbness overtaking his mind and body.]
To you or anyone else.
[Friend. Foe. Stranger. It doesn't matter at all when a monster's at the helm.
Akechi mumbles something else - unintelligible from the way his face is pressed into plush blanket and-
It's nighty night peanut time. Akechi Goro finally shuts the fuck up.]
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Akechi shuffles under the too comfortable blankets, his hand hitting the dorayaki wrapper.
He once asked Maruki what drove him, requesting an answer for a reason Akechi couldn't voice at the time, but-
There was an understanding. Words appearing on a screen that Akechi has reread multiple times since that day - after intense arguments while a bowl of soup cools outside of a doorway, after extra mushrooms started appearing unprompted in his meals, Maruki conveniently reading on the couch during nights Akechi wanders home later than normal.
It's surreal. It gets less intelligible every single time he pulls up the screen capture- words jumbling together, meaning lost. He can't decipher it. It makes less sense the more experiences shared between them.
If Akechi were to pull out his phone now and read those saved words, he's sure every single one of them will look like a foreign language, scrambled and twisted.]
I won't apologize - ever. I don't regret anything I've done.
[Eyes shut. A soft, distant murmur under his breath. A bleary sort of numbness overtaking his mind and body.]
To you or anyone else.
[Friend. Foe. Stranger. It doesn't matter at all when a monster's at the helm.
Akechi mumbles something else - unintelligible from the way his face is pressed into plush blanket and-
It's nighty night peanut time. Akechi Goro finally shuts the fuck up.]