[--And then he's already turning and walking away, leaving Akechi alone with the aftermath of his anger.
Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou, Akechi curses in his mind, hand tightening into a firm fist and teeth grinding together. He wants to hit him, beat the shit out of Akira and have his brains spread all around the ground for whatever rats this world has to eat. He wants him to come back.
But.. he doesn't. Instead he watches his rival stagger off. His jaw, back and head hurts but none of that is enough to match the heavy emptiness gnawing his at his chest, reaching for his heart.]
Fine. [He scoffs, mostly at himself and pushes himself upright, leaving back to his room where he can nurse his injuries and pride (and heart) in peace.]
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Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou, Akechi curses in his mind, hand tightening into a firm fist and teeth grinding together. He wants to hit him, beat the shit out of Akira and have his brains spread all around the ground for whatever rats this world has to eat. He wants him to come back.
But.. he doesn't. Instead he watches his rival stagger off. His jaw, back and head hurts but none of that is enough to match the heavy emptiness gnawing his at his chest, reaching for his heart.]
Fine. [He scoffs, mostly at himself and pushes himself upright, leaving back to his room where he can nurse his injuries and pride (and heart) in peace.]