[He blinks as Akira shifts, his expression softened in confusion and slight disappointment before—
His gaze openly becomes surprised at that gentle touch, heart thudding in his chest— and then he's... kissed on his forehead...? He forgets to breathe entirely for a few moments, face heating up steadily. There was... there was nothing that was a mistake about that, nothing about that that wasn't objectively a kiss...
But then Akira's looking at the phone, and he takes a breath, hoping it's not... too apparent how his whole being feels shaken to the core by this action. How.. could he possibly ever feel that way towards Akechi? He can only... believe it must be due to the dust. It's stronger than the drink was, or something? ... no one can love someone as awful as him, and certainly not Akira, who he wronged more times than he can count.
His gaze trails away, then looks up at Kurama, and he can't help but notice... something sad in his own gaze? Is he projecting? But it's enough to make him want to reach out, temporarily dropping the device to reach over and... lightly touch Kurama's shoulder. (Easier to redirect his attention to someone else's problem, than deal with the fear and uncertainty he still felt in regards to things between himself and Akira.)
His expression is concerned and gently inquisitive; what's wrong...?]
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His gaze openly becomes surprised at that gentle touch, heart thudding in his chest— and then he's... kissed on his forehead...? He forgets to breathe entirely for a few moments, face heating up steadily. There was... there was nothing that was a mistake about that, nothing about that that wasn't objectively a kiss...
But then Akira's looking at the phone, and he takes a breath, hoping it's not... too apparent how his whole being feels shaken to the core by this action. How.. could he possibly ever feel that way towards Akechi? He can only... believe it must be due to the dust. It's stronger than the drink was, or something? ... no one can love someone as awful as him, and certainly not Akira, who he wronged more times than he can count.
His gaze trails away, then looks up at Kurama, and he can't help but notice... something sad in his own gaze? Is he projecting? But it's enough to make him want to reach out, temporarily dropping the device to reach over and... lightly touch Kurama's shoulder. (Easier to redirect his attention to someone else's problem, than deal with the fear and uncertainty he still felt in regards to things between himself and Akira.)
His expression is concerned and gently inquisitive; what's wrong...?]