[That unexpected knocking against the door nearly shocks the soul right out of Akira's body. It's a miracle they didn't concuss each other after hearing that oddly unnerving rhythm, and when Akira sits up to see who, or rather what, is at the door...]
...Oh boy.
[Yamato, you fucker. Do you have any idea what your stupid vacuum just interrupted?
It's... fine, actually. They were getting carried away and wouldn't have stopped on their own accord, and within weeks of knowing each other, they shouldn't... y'know. Embarrass themselves by being this damn eager.
If it's all the same to Kurapika, Akira's just gonna scoot to the edge of the bed and straighten out his clothes. Talk about a close shave.]
Seriously? I'm surprised you haven't mauled that thing.
[ His eyes have cooled back to their usual brown by this point, but his cheeks are still flushed, Kurapika's body still radiating the heat that has already simmered down in his chest. For just a moment, he watches Akira straighten out his clothes, but it becomes too much and leaves him feeling so awkward that he looks away. ]
...Yamato cares about that thing, though, and I don't really mind him that much. He's not the worst person to share a floor with.
[No good. The mood's totally shot, and even if it wasn't, that damn robot has a lot of nerve... but if anyone's to blame here, it's Akira himself. He could've salvaged this, he thinks, but there's no turning back once he catches sight of the look on Kurapika's face.
Damn it. He fucked up big time.
Akira swings upright with a heave-ho and a guttering sigh, padding over to the window and tossing it open.]
Man, it's super stuffy in here. You need to do something about that.
[In reality, it's their own fault for stifling themselves in a layer of UST so thick they'd need a dehumidifier to get under control. Parking himself on the windowsill with his legs dangling in the breeze, Akira summons his broom beneath his feet.]
Anyway, I need some air. Good luck with your vacuum problem.
[He's an asshole for tucking tail and running. He knows he is. Nevertheless, Akira hops onto his broom and flies off into the starless night.]
[ He could say something to Akira, let him know that he doesn’t really need to leave, but he doesn’t. Instead, Kurapika watches in silence as Akira sits on the windowsill and summons his broom.
It isn’t until Akira has disappeared into the darkness that he lets out a breath, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. Briefly, he considers closing the window, but it really is stuffy in here, so he makes a beeline for his bed, flopping back onto it.
Maybe this is the best outcome anyway. Akira needs to learn his place and stay away from Kurapika, after all. He has no business trying to get in the way of his goals when they haven’t even known one another for that long, telling him that he deserves a new life.
As if Akira could ever know what Kurapika deserves.
He sighs, letting his eyes slip closed. This is a much easier end to his problems. This way, he doesn’t have to do the pushing away. ]
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He clears his throat. ]
That happens often.
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...Oh boy.
[Yamato, you fucker. Do you have any idea what your stupid vacuum just interrupted?
It's... fine, actually. They were getting carried away and wouldn't have stopped on their own accord, and within weeks of knowing each other, they shouldn't... y'know. Embarrass themselves by being this damn eager.
If it's all the same to Kurapika, Akira's just gonna scoot to the edge of the bed and straighten out his clothes. Talk about a close shave.]
Seriously? I'm surprised you haven't mauled that thing.
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[ His eyes have cooled back to their usual brown by this point, but his cheeks are still flushed, Kurapika's body still radiating the heat that has already simmered down in his chest. For just a moment, he watches Akira straighten out his clothes, but it becomes too much and leaves him feeling so awkward that he looks away. ]
...Yamato cares about that thing, though, and I don't really mind him that much. He's not the worst person to share a floor with.
[ So Musashi gets to live another day. ]
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Damn it. He fucked up big time.
Akira swings upright with a heave-ho and a guttering sigh, padding over to the window and tossing it open.]
Man, it's super stuffy in here. You need to do something about that.
[In reality, it's their own fault for stifling themselves in a layer of UST so thick they'd need a dehumidifier to get under control. Parking himself on the windowsill with his legs dangling in the breeze, Akira summons his broom beneath his feet.]
Anyway, I need some air. Good luck with your vacuum problem.
[He's an asshole for tucking tail and running. He knows he is. Nevertheless, Akira hops onto his broom and flies off into the starless night.]
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It isn’t until Akira has disappeared into the darkness that he lets out a breath, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. Briefly, he considers closing the window, but it really is stuffy in here, so he makes a beeline for his bed, flopping back onto it.
Maybe this is the best outcome anyway. Akira needs to learn his place and stay away from Kurapika, after all. He has no business trying to get in the way of his goals when they haven’t even known one another for that long, telling him that he deserves a new life.
As if Akira could ever know what Kurapika deserves.
He sighs, letting his eyes slip closed. This is a much easier end to his problems. This way, he doesn’t have to do the pushing away. ]