[ Goro really has no idea what he's in for... An eyebrows twitches as he watches this display. Color Akira surprised because he thought the other boy would instantly jerk back and make a fool of himself.
One one hand, Akira does not want to lose at this small little game... On the other hand, he knows Goro is going to die. They might be awkward for weeks to come, but that's not his fault, right? (it is definitely his fault) Closing his eyes, he merely looks pleased from the touch. ]
I can't answer that for you. [ But he takes that hand and brings it close, brushing his lips against the knuckles. ] What's on your mind right now?
[ His voice dips as those words ghost over Goro's fingers. Akira is definitely trying to push him to the edge, make him surrender and admit to defeat. This is definitely a trap. Who will crack first? ]
[Ah. Well, it was nice while it lasted, his short lived inspiration; despite his embarrassment he can't find it in him to move, transfixed by his crush and the lips searing his skin.]
... Something I shouldn't ask you for. [His throat's dry, but he still speaks, curling his fingers tighter against Akira's with a hard swallow.] It's not racy or risque, nothing like that, but I still shouldn't.
[It'd definitely make things weird, as nice as it'd be in the moment. Or maybe it wouldn't be nice.]
[ At first he thought he's ready for whatever counter Goro had for that, steeling himself properly for all the hurdles he must jump. Blinking once, twice, he ends up cracking with a sputter and a laugh. There's an attempt to stifle it with a hand for cover, but its way too obvious now. Pulling back, he releases Goro's captive hand. You are free. ]
Shut up, [but it's more like an exasperated whine, rubbing his hand lightly.] I was just thinking that we have a ride back and I didn't want to ask you for anything that'd make it weird.
[Like it's kind of not already?? He's also entirely inexperienced in romantic notions, more used to... not having the chance in the first place.]
Besides. I'd rather you tease me about a lack of confidence than my feelings.
[ Akira Kurusu, the second least silent of the silent protagonists after Minako. It's a little awkward, Akira cannot deny that, but it doesn't make him uncomfortable at all. It just feels... Natural. He leans against Goro again, looking up at the moon hanging in the sky. The stars are out, too. How nice. ]
Your confidence is a two out of five. Gold star for effort. [ He had his fill in being mean to Goro about his feelings, so he'll be nice. ] We should probably head back though.
[ Again, they find themselves in this abhorrent predicament. They should head home, but they're too cozy. ]
[... They should probably head back though. But once again, Akira is against him and Goro is content. Sleeping on the beach could probably be safer. Maybe.]
I don't want to. [Leave.] It feels nice out here. [With Akira.] But I do feel guilty about keeping you so late, as fun as you may find it.
[He can probably bother someone else for nighttime walks if he needs. Though hopefully Silver and Liz are heavy sleepers and he can just go alone.]
[ He's joking, but it's supposed to allude how bad of a date Goro is being right now. Akira still lives with his family! Despite that, he doesn't budge since the sentiment is mutual, he can feel himself being lulled into sweet slumber with the warmth by his side and the sound of the ocean. The only thing that deters him is his dislike of seagulls.
Picking himself up, he dusts the sand from his pants before offering Goro a hand. ]
[ Another jest. With only a couple of steps they return to Goro's graceful steed, the bicycle on the sand. Despite being the princess, he hoists it over his shoulder. How easy? When they're up the slope and back on concrete, he'll set it down. ]
[Ah yes, back to Contentment, population: Goro. He'll start off easily, smoothly.]
I do! Ever since I was scouted, I've had a beach bod to be proud of. [Though he usually covers it up with a light shirt anyway.] This is simply economical transportation.
[And he can do like, one cool trick with it. Exactly one. It has a low success rate though.]
[ Another weird phrase to hear coming from Goro's mouth. In such a pleasant, light, yet also slightly pompous tone... ]
Beach bod.
[ Maybe it's way too late into the night so it sounds strange, or maybe he just finds it funny. Definitely finds it funny enough to pick at Goro for his words as they ride back.
To check, he kind of squeezes Goro's sides. Muscles?? ]
[ That's a step towards the right direction? He snakes a hand over to touch and feel Goro's back, obviously trying to get a rise out of him. Akira can practically smell the embarrassment—sweet. Maybe Goro should pedal faster so he can drop Akira off before he gets harassed some more. ]
[You say that like he hasn't picked up speed in the last ten seconds.]
You're-- You're awfully handsy when you're tired, Akira. Stop that.
[he's trying to be scolding and it just. is not working. he's too thrown off whatever game he manages by embarrassment. there, too, is evidence of his "beach bod" he was so previously proud of and now he is fucking regretting.]
[ How can he let beach bod slide? He can't. Sorry. However, he does stop touching Goro and returns to a comfortable position with his cheek against his back. ]
I'm just appreciating your beach bod? What's wrong with that?
[ Pray that you get to his place soon so you can save face. ]
[ But he'll abide only because they reach his house. Hopping off of Goro's bike, he slides his hands into his pockets and heads to his porch... But he spins on the ball of his heel, making his way back.
Did he forget something? Yes. Swiftly, he lands a peck on Goro's cheek. ]
No hands. [ This is a win for him, right? ] See you later.
[... and as soon as Akira is safely inside, there's nothing stopping Goro from spending at least half an hour burning off this new well of energy. Jesus Christ, last thing he expected.]
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One one hand, Akira does not want to lose at this small little game... On the other hand, he knows Goro is going to die. They might be awkward for weeks to come, but that's not his fault, right? (it is definitely his fault) Closing his eyes, he merely looks pleased from the touch. ]
I can't answer that for you. [ But he takes that hand and brings it close, brushing his lips against the knuckles. ] What's on your mind right now?
[ His voice dips as those words ghost over Goro's fingers. Akira is definitely trying to push him to the edge, make him surrender and admit to defeat. This is definitely a trap. Who will crack first? ]
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... Something I shouldn't ask you for. [His throat's dry, but he still speaks, curling his fingers tighter against Akira's with a hard swallow.] It's not racy or risque, nothing like that, but I still shouldn't.
[It'd definitely make things weird, as nice as it'd be in the moment. Or maybe it wouldn't be nice.]
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What happened to all that confidence earlier?
[ What a whiplash!! ]
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[Like it's kind of not already?? He's also entirely inexperienced in romantic notions, more used to... not having the chance in the first place.]
Besides. I'd rather you tease me about a lack of confidence than my feelings.
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[ Akira Kurusu, the second least silent of the silent protagonists after Minako. It's a little awkward, Akira cannot deny that, but it doesn't make him uncomfortable at all. It just feels... Natural. He leans against Goro again, looking up at the moon hanging in the sky. The stars are out, too. How nice. ]
Your confidence is a two out of five. Gold star for effort. [ He had his fill in being mean to Goro about his feelings, so he'll be nice. ] We should probably head back though.
[ Again, they find themselves in this abhorrent predicament. They should head home, but they're too cozy. ]
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[... They should probably head back though. But once again, Akira is against him and Goro is content. Sleeping on the beach could probably be safer. Maybe.]
I don't want to. [Leave.] It feels nice out here. [With Akira.] But I do feel guilty about keeping you so late, as fun as you may find it.
[He can probably bother someone else for nighttime walks if he needs. Though hopefully Silver and Liz are heavy sleepers and he can just go alone.]
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[ He's joking, but it's supposed to allude how bad of a date Goro is being right now. Akira still lives with his family! Despite that, he doesn't budge since the sentiment is mutual, he can feel himself being lulled into sweet slumber with the warmth by his side and the sound of the ocean. The only thing that deters him is his dislike of seagulls.
Picking himself up, he dusts the sand from his pants before offering Goro a hand. ]
We must return, prince.
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He decides he's indulged in enough today and stands with the help, brushing himself off.]
You can rest your eyes on the way back, princess. [Just like before.] I'll avoid any sudden swerves this time.
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[ Another jest. With only a couple of steps they return to Goro's graceful steed, the bicycle on the sand. Despite being the princess, he hoists it over his shoulder. How easy? When they're up the slope and back on concrete, he'll set it down. ]
Your chariot awaits.
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[Which would be too nice and he wouldn't allow it, fixing Akira's seat for a moment and getting on himself. Let's get a-going Akira-hime.]
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As a model, you should be stay fit.
[ So!! No! Goro will be the chauffeur again. ]
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I do! Ever since I was scouted, I've had a beach bod to be proud of. [Though he usually covers it up with a light shirt anyway.] This is simply economical transportation.
[And he can do like, one cool trick with it. Exactly one. It has a low success rate though.]
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Beach bod.
[ Maybe it's way too late into the night so it sounds strange, or maybe he just finds it funny. Definitely finds it funny enough to pick at Goro for his words as they ride back.
To check, he kind of squeezes Goro's sides. Muscles?? ]
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I thought you were going to sleep.
[Please stop......... the night air can only do so much for his self-conscious embarrassment....]
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[ That's a step towards the right direction? He snakes a hand over to touch and feel Goro's back, obviously trying to get a rise out of him. Akira can practically smell the embarrassment—sweet. Maybe Goro should pedal faster so he can drop Akira off before he gets harassed some more. ]
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You're-- You're awfully handsy when you're tired, Akira. Stop that.
[he's trying to be scolding and it just. is not working. he's too thrown off whatever game he manages by embarrassment. there, too, is evidence of his "beach bod" he was so previously proud of and now he is fucking regretting.]
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I'm just appreciating your beach bod? What's wrong with that?
[ Pray that you get to his place soon so you can save face. ]
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We are on a strict look, don't touch arrangement from now on. Unless it's necessary, don't do it.
[Thank everything that he likes to burn energy in exercising, this is making getting to Akira's place... really easy, yes, enjoy the cruise.]
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[ But he'll abide only because they reach his house. Hopping off of Goro's bike, he slides his hands into his pockets and heads to his porch... But he spins on the ball of his heel, making his way back.
Did he forget something? Yes. Swiftly, he lands a peck on Goro's cheek. ]
No hands. [ This is a win for him, right? ] See you later.
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Ah, um. Yes. Goodnight.
[... and as soon as Akira is safely inside, there's nothing stopping Goro from spending at least half an hour burning off this new well of energy. Jesus Christ, last thing he expected.]