[Whenever he says that, what he really means is...
So you'll come after all, huh? A smile is tucked into his sleeve as he turns to pull the cold medicine out of the bag. A bottle of water and a thermos with a multipurpose lid are plucked out right after.]
Thanks. I'll make sure I grab one on my way home.
[Goro will need to eat first, so... For now he leaves the objects to the side, easily grabbable for afterwards. The only thing the laundry needs is to be put in the machine, which he can make a stop for before he goes to the kitchen. So the only thing left is...]
Do you want an egg on your okayu?
[Honestly, he'll be surprised if he says no. But it's a good test to see how poorly Goro is actually feeling.
He brought more toppings than that, of course; Akira's hungry, too. But that's the easiest of them to swallow by far.]
[ Does he want an egg? The thought makes his stomach revolt and what little's in it threatens to come up. He needs more than the microwavable rice he's been plucking in during rare bouts of hunger though. It's less of a want, more of a necessity. ]
I do.
[ Akira came as prepared as ever. Akechi watches each and every item get pulled out. Says nothing until it sounds like he's going to wander off and- ]
I'll help you carry the bedding. [ Spoken louder than he intends to compensate for a scratchy throat. ] Take what you can and I'll get the rest.
[He freezes where he had just started bending over.]
...You don't have to. [He doesn't push on it as hard as he could, but there's a furrow in Akira's brow.] It's not a big deal for me to carry it on my own.
[It's true that it isn't. Akira does most of the laundry at his own home, too.
But he also isn't pushing harder, specifically because he knows Goro must hate being idle while Akira is doing this. It isn't for quite the same reasons, but Akira can understand the feeling. He'd hate it, too, if their positions were reversed.
It's probably unwise to say this, but...]
...Just a little of it. Promise me you'll tell me if you feel dizzy?
[His voice is wholly pleading, but Akira's also ready to swoop in and snatch up the entire bedding even if the pile of it is probably taller than him. He's fast.]
[ That final question earns a look that might have been scathing any other day. It lacks the sharp, caustic bite it's meant to have. It doesn't stop him from trying, but all that happens is his head drops and tilts to rest against his own shoulder, annoyed. As if physically trying to roll his entire head instead of his eyes. Akira's care is as taxing as it is wanted - Akechi will never get used to it, no matter how careful and delicate his friend is giving it.
The result of the short discussion ends in his favor, so Akechi lets it go. Straightens his body and balls sheets and pillowcases into his arms against Akira's will. He can carrying the comforter. Akechi isn't so weak as to be bested by a few stairs and vertigo. He's better than that. ]
I watched a trailer this morning. They're remaking Cure.
[ An unsent draft to Akira sits on his phone. Akechi can't remember if he fell asleep or got distracted after. His scattered mind is the worst part of this. ]
And alongside it, they're promoting the movie with a marathon of the company's best horror titles.
[ He lists off a few as they walk down and Akira works his launderer magic in that small room.
The last and most brutal title among them muffled by a hacking cough and an attempt to clear his throat after. ]
[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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? just don't die
So you'll come after all, huh? A smile is tucked into his sleeve as he turns to pull the cold medicine out of the bag. A bottle of water and a thermos with a multipurpose lid are plucked out right after.]
Thanks. I'll make sure I grab one on my way home.
[Goro will need to eat first, so... For now he leaves the objects to the side, easily grabbable for afterwards. The only thing the laundry needs is to be put in the machine, which he can make a stop for before he goes to the kitchen. So the only thing left is...]
Do you want an egg on your okayu?
[Honestly, he'll be surprised if he says no. But it's a good test to see how poorly Goro is actually feeling.
He brought more toppings than that, of course; Akira's hungry, too. But that's the easiest of them to swallow by far.]
what if? i die
I do.
[ Akira came as prepared as ever. Akechi watches each and every item get pulled out. Says nothing until it sounds like he's going to wander off and- ]
I'll help you carry the bedding. [ Spoken louder than he intends to compensate for a scratchy throat. ] Take what you can and I'll get the rest.
consider: u live
...You don't have to. [He doesn't push on it as hard as he could, but there's a furrow in Akira's brow.] It's not a big deal for me to carry it on my own.
[It's true that it isn't. Akira does most of the laundry at his own home, too.
But he also isn't pushing harder, specifically because he knows Goro must hate being idle while Akira is doing this. It isn't for quite the same reasons, but Akira can understand the feeling. He'd hate it, too, if their positions were reversed.
It's probably unwise to say this, but...]
...Just a little of it. Promise me you'll tell me if you feel dizzy?
[His voice is wholly pleading, but Akira's also ready to swoop in and snatch up the entire bedding even if the pile of it is probably taller than him. He's fast.]
je refuse
The result of the short discussion ends in his favor, so Akechi lets it go. Straightens his body and balls sheets and pillowcases into his arms against Akira's will. He can carrying the comforter. Akechi isn't so weak as to be bested by a few stairs and vertigo. He's better than that. ]
I watched a trailer this morning. They're remaking Cure.
[ An unsent draft to Akira sits on his phone. Akechi can't remember if he fell asleep or got distracted after. His scattered mind is the worst part of this. ]
And alongside it, they're promoting the movie with a marathon of the company's best horror titles.
[ He lists off a few as they walk down and Akira works his launderer magic in that small room.
The last and most brutal title among them muffled by a hacking cough and an attempt to clear his throat after. ]
I bought us tickets.
? 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.