[ akito's this close to walking away, to turning his back on ikki and going off somewhere to cool down for a while. this hadn't been on his original day plan, no- it wasn't on his day plan at all. or, week plan, monthly plans, nothing. sometime, he had to say it-- akito knew that. that if ikki disappeared again and never came back, he'd spend the rest of his time here regretting it.
now that it was out, akito's pretty sure he regrets saying it, too. still, as ikki grabs onto his shirt, he just stands still for a moment, bracing himself. wills away the urge to shove away or- make the most pathetic of faces, and instead just turns himself back around as best as he could, to face ikki. ]
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now that it was out, akito's pretty sure he regrets saying it, too. still, as ikki grabs onto his shirt, he just stands still for a moment, bracing himself. wills away the urge to shove away or- make the most pathetic of faces, and instead just turns himself back around as best as he could, to face ikki. ]
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