[The arms squeezing around him are so warm, so secure that Akechi can't help but melt into them. These gentle, reassuring touches that speak of compassion, of warmth, of so much care and of a desire to protect... are something he's been woefully lacking of most his life. Carpet has been good enough to offer some, but he still feels absolutely starved, and he's currently soaking this up like a sponge.
He's leaning into this, making the most of these precious moments, when Kurusu begins to pull away, and then—
There are lips brushing against his cheek. His breath catches a little.
... surely, that was a mistake?... even so, for a few seconds he forgets to breathe, eyes widened and blush darkening a bit... but... Kurusu doesn't seem to be reacting that strongly himself, s-so... surely that's reason enough to believe—
... heh. As if he really needs to convince himself that much it was just a mistake. Why the hell would Akira Kurusu fall for his would-be murderer? Why would he fall for Goro Akechi, a pathetic waste of space, a sorry excuse of a human being, who tried to kill him not once, but twice?
Get it together, Ake—!
And then his hand is on Akechi's cheek and his breath catches a little again, the faded blush renewing slightly... but he doesn't say anything (heh, of course), just... nuzzling just a little into Akira's neck. He won't find it easy to break from Akechi's hold, either.]
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He's leaning into this, making the most of these precious moments, when Kurusu begins to pull away, and then—
There are lips brushing against his cheek. His breath catches a little.
... surely, that was a mistake?... even so, for a few seconds he forgets to breathe, eyes widened and blush darkening a bit... but... Kurusu doesn't seem to be reacting that strongly himself, s-so... surely that's reason enough to believe—
... heh. As if he really needs to convince himself that much it was just a mistake. Why the hell would Akira Kurusu fall for his would-be murderer? Why would he fall for Goro Akechi, a pathetic waste of space, a sorry excuse of a human being, who tried to kill him not once, but twice?
Get it together, Ake—!
And then his hand is on Akechi's cheek and his breath catches a little again, the faded blush renewing slightly... but he doesn't say anything (heh, of course), just... nuzzling just a little into Akira's neck. He won't find it easy to break from Akechi's hold, either.]