[honestly, Akira's beat? Akira's beat. learning Miki was actually responsible for Jonas's death kind of took a lot of wind out of him. add that to the conversations he had with Setz and Vanitas after the trial, and he feels like he's walking on a wobbly tightrope that could snap at any moment. so when he and Ichigo finally have a moment alone (and they are in the bookstore, because that's where the comfy chairs and sofas are), he pushes his glasses to the top of his head, rubs at one eye, and just. . . slumps, every ounce of tension and anxiety evaporating from his shoulders]
[they made it. for the first time, a Reaper killed, and they got away with it. three more weeks. can they pull this off for three more weeks?]
[he tilts his head up to say something, but before he can, Ichigo is invading his personal space (and all he sees is brown, the fierce brown depths of those eyes) and pressing his mouth against Akira's in another kiss]
[he freezes. any words he might've said die in his throat]
[. . .]
[. . . his fingers curl into the front of Ichigo's shirt, grip loose. . .]
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[honestly, Akira's beat? Akira's beat. learning Miki was actually responsible for Jonas's death kind of took a lot of wind out of him. add that to the conversations he had with Setz and Vanitas after the trial, and he feels like he's walking on a wobbly tightrope that could snap at any moment. so when he and Ichigo finally have a moment alone (and they are in the bookstore, because that's where the comfy chairs and sofas are), he pushes his glasses to the top of his head, rubs at one eye, and just. . . slumps, every ounce of tension and anxiety evaporating from his shoulders]
[they made it. for the first time, a Reaper killed, and they got away with it. three more weeks. can they pull this off for three more weeks?]
[he tilts his head up to say something, but before he can, Ichigo is invading his personal space (and all he sees is brown, the fierce brown depths of those eyes) and pressing his mouth against Akira's in another kiss]
[he freezes. any words he might've said die in his throat]
[. . .]
[. . . his fingers curl into the front of Ichigo's shirt, grip loose. . .]