[It's as if the whole hot spring freezes in an instant, the way that Akechi feels as if he's just been dumped out wholly into the snow again.
Because he's here too, the attic trash, the goddamn savior of everything, his benevolent rival, Ren Amamiya. The criminal who bested him, who befriended him, who - as revolting as the very thought it - saved him from living the life of a puppet once more, even if saving him meant letting him die all over again.
And what's worse is the annoying swoop of emotion that flickers through Akechi, something disgustingly soft at the sight of Ren that flutters through his belly just for the briefest of moments. Because this is the only genuine connection Akechi ever made during his short life, the only person he's ever known who ever wanted to see behind all of the masks he wore.]
Funny? [oh, he is such a piece of shit] Funny?! What part of this is goddamn funny to you, Amamiya?
[Propriety be damned, because Akechi is splashing his way right over to the other teen and abruptly getting in his personal space, his expression twisted and furious, a far cry from the friendly, charismatic detective prince Ren initially met with.]
Why are you here?! You weren't meant to follow me, you idiot.
[Because Akechi is dead. And if this is some fucked up version of the afterlife, then...]
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Because he's here too, the attic trash, the goddamn savior of everything, his benevolent rival, Ren Amamiya. The criminal who bested him, who befriended him, who - as revolting as the very thought it - saved him from living the life of a puppet once more, even if saving him meant letting him die all over again.
And what's worse is the annoying swoop of emotion that flickers through Akechi, something disgustingly soft at the sight of Ren that flutters through his belly just for the briefest of moments. Because this is the only genuine connection Akechi ever made during his short life, the only person he's ever known who ever wanted to see behind all of the masks he wore.]
Funny? [oh, he is such a piece of shit] Funny?! What part of this is goddamn funny to you, Amamiya?
[Propriety be damned, because Akechi is splashing his way right over to the other teen and abruptly getting in his personal space, his expression twisted and furious, a far cry from the friendly, charismatic detective prince Ren initially met with.]
Why are you here?! You weren't meant to follow me, you idiot.
[Because Akechi is dead. And if this is some fucked up version of the afterlife, then...]