[It's only for a second, but Akira's hands lock and freeze on the soap.
He's been watching Goro in his peripherals as he loaded the machine, but for the first time he's distracted. Heart beating fast, pounding out a rhythm in his eardrums. The thought of watching a movie with Goro didn't used to do this to him, but now...
His face isn't hot, nor are the tips of his ears. His back of the neck, a little bit, but maybe it isn't noticeable. It's not as noticeable as the other two when they blush, so he'll hope for the best.]
...Thank you. [You aren't worried about people from school seeing us together? It clogs in his throat. No. Try again.] What day are we going?
[Even with the way his stomach knots with anticipation and something else, something that he can tell if it's good or bad, Akira already knows that he'll go with him. There isn't any question about it. The moment Goro said he bought tickets, Akira's acceptance was already solidified between them.]
[ Illness is a boon in this moment. Any color on his face can be attributed to fever - and it is.
There's nothing odd about going to a movie with your best friend. They've done it often enough.
He chokes on the next words - a lung deep cough reverberating through his chest and body, shaking him. As if he's trying out shake the washing machine churning in front of them.
It's the longest he's been upright in days. He holds up a hand before Akira can make any sort of comment about his condition. Clears his throat before continuing, hoarse and quiet. ]
Saturday. So don't let yourself fall ill before then. I won't forgive you if we miss the marathon.
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? it's non-negotiable
He's been watching Goro in his peripherals as he loaded the machine, but for the first time he's distracted. Heart beating fast, pounding out a rhythm in his eardrums. The thought of watching a movie with Goro didn't used to do this to him, but now...
His face isn't hot, nor are the tips of his ears. His back of the neck, a little bit, but maybe it isn't noticeable. It's not as noticeable as the other two when they blush, so he'll hope for the best.]
...Thank you. [You aren't worried about people from school seeing us together? It clogs in his throat. No. Try again.] What day are we going?
[Even with the way his stomach knots with anticipation and something else, something that he can tell if it's good or bad, Akira already knows that he'll go with him. There isn't any question about it. The moment Goro said he bought tickets, Akira's acceptance was already solidified between them.]
shuts my eyes
There's nothing odd about going to a movie with your best friend. They've done it often enough.
He chokes on the next words - a lung deep cough reverberating through his chest and body, shaking him. As if he's trying out shake the washing machine churning in front of them.
It's the longest he's been upright in days. He holds up a hand before Akira can make any sort of comment about his condition. Clears his throat before continuing, hoarse and quiet. ]
Saturday. So don't let yourself fall ill before then. I won't forgive you if we miss the marathon.