#justeverydayakechi

@justeverydayakechi​ said: “You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.” (at Amada)

@justeverydayakechi​ said: "You can’t change anything about this. It’s going to end the same no matter what you do, so there’s no point trying to be tough or brave." (at Amada)

His words cut deeper than any knife and they hit harder than anyone or anything he's ever been at odds with. Irritated, the student councilman's brows furrow, not too pleased with accepting that truth at face value. "It shouldn't have turned out this way." Quietly, he sounded as if he were scolding himself for the incident but he knew it wasn't his fault in the end.

@justeverydayakechi​ said: Amada-kun for the hearts meme Attraction Meme || Not Accepting

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@justeverydayakechi​ said: "Nothing changes instantaneously. In a gradually heating bathtub you’d be boiled to death before you knew it." (at Futaba)

@justeverydayakechi​ said: "A rat in a maze is free to go anywhere, as long as it stays inside the maze." (at Amada)

@justeverydayakechi​ said: “If I had learned how to laugh as a child, I would right now.” (at Futaba)

“Sorry, I was busy being in prison,” Akechi snapped sardonically. Well, not prison exactly, but close enough to make the point. “I didn’t have my phone on me.”

But he did read them. All together, his history of missed messages, on the ride to Leblanc--his temporary lodging until he could find an apartment. That Ren continued to write to him at all, presumably thinking he was...gone... It wasn’t expected. Had it been a mistake not to tell him...?

“Excuses,” Ren replied without skipping a beat, but his eyes were unsteady. They roamed over Akechi’s face restlessly, trying to remember how he used to look compared to now. It didn’t help that the last time he’d seen him, they’d been fighting to the death.

Akechi looked... less angry, more tired. Like whatever had happened in that palace, behind that wall, had taken a bit of his fighting spirit in exchange for his life. Ren still wanted to know how this was possible at all, but for now...

God. The feeling of seeing him with his own two eyes again really was indescribable. Relief and joy and disbelief and the smallest ember of frustration that had yet to be fanned into a flame.

“...Do you have your phone now?” Ren couldn’t help but ask, twisting the washcloth between his hands in unconscious agitation. Those messages were never intended to be read, yet he refused to feel shame for them.

They were his own private form of grieving for a friendship that had never quite bloomed to its full potential, poisoned to the roots by secrecy and future betrayals. Each one was a scattered seed full of his regrets and his hopes, sown into a garden that he knew would never grow.