[Akira feels that relief, too. he feels it settling warmly in his stomach, comforting like a gust of fresh air, starkly contrasted to the anxiety of the past five weeks. he feels it in the way Ichigo leans into him, in the way his mouth moves against Akira's, gentle and. . . surprisingly (?) enticing. truthfully? he hasn't really had time to think about his feelings in conjugation with Ichgio's. there's way too much going on around him, what with the Game and people still dying and. . . he has way too much on his mind simply trying to survive. so he doesn't. . . he can't really pinpoint how this makes him feel, in the depths of his heart]
[but when Ichigo pulls away, when that warmth is suddenly yanked from him to replaced with a chill that almost makes him shiver, he does know one thing]
[he wants it back]
[Akira spends a few seconds just blinking blearily at his partner, gray eyes unfocused, a bit dazed. halfway through that sentence, he lifts a hand, presses his index finger against Ichigio's lips to shut him up]
[and then]
[with his glasses still resting on top of his head]
no subject
[but when Ichigo pulls away, when that warmth is suddenly yanked from him to replaced with a chill that almost makes him shiver, he does know one thing]
[he wants it back]
[Akira spends a few seconds just blinking blearily at his partner, gray eyes unfocused, a bit dazed. halfway through that sentence, he lifts a hand, presses his index finger against Ichigio's lips to shut him up]
[and then]
[with his glasses still resting on top of his head]
[. . . Akira leans in to kiss him for a change]