#tricksterprince

=Mermaids=

FREQUENCY was mildly alarming, especially at the height of their now so called success. It was a subtle intrusion into his life at first, but Akira was beginning to find it less of a coincidence after everything that’s happened to him. But he realized that it wasn’t so subtle anymore after what he thought was the silhouette of a person at the door to him looked familiar. ❛ Akechi. ❜ Higher did his chest rise and deeper did the air crawl, Akira was tense for a brief moment. It came out in a torrential exhale through his nose; he was waiting for that door to open and that bell to ring. Morgana had taken notice and decided to make his way up the stairs, more inclined to listen from afar. Whenever the Detective Prince would show up, Kurusu found himself pitched into a profound conversation and a part of him prayed this one would be brief. It wasn’t as to say that he disliked Goro Akechi, but it was more of him worried of getting too close to Goro Akechi. Befriending him could spell trouble for his friends and their safety trumped his priorities above all. There was a certain level of confidence he had in his sworn to secrecy in most cases. But Akechi was quick and unassumingly sharp, dangerous in some way he couldn’t put his finger on. The frizzy haired teen turned his head away from the door, casually pretending to taste his own coffee brew under Leblanc’s fluorescents.