[The bath water is too damn hot. Akechi sits near the taps and tries adjusting them for cooler water, but it doesn't do much. A fish splurts out the tap and wiggles in the water, and all he can do is just stare dead-eyed at it.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Before he knows it, his hands are twined in his hair, like Ren's had been before, but tugging more sharply as he tries to ground himself. He can't do this. Maruki is going to hold him hostage for Ren at the last possible second to force him to change his mind. He knows he is. He's exactly that kind of self-righteous bastard to hold his final card as long as possible and claim it's in their best interest. Fuck him. Fuck both him and Ren.
He forces himself to let go and finger-comb his hair back into place, splashing his face with water. It's not refreshing at all, but at least by the time Ren comes back, Akechi's managed to compose himself, eyes closed, arms resting against the outside of the bath.
He can hear the other boy's footsteps, but it's the rustle of cloth that catches his attention, prompts him to open his eyes and look to see just what on Earth is happening. For a moment, he can only stare at his clothes, then he looks back to Ren. This isn't fair. His eyes linger as he looks over the other boy, finally landing on his eyes.
He can't muster the anger. It's too hot. Instead he just sounds wearied as he asks,] Why do you care?
[Maybe Ren can't hear him over the water. It's fine if he can't. Akechi's not really expecting a good answer anyway.]
p5r spoilers LMAO
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Before he knows it, his hands are twined in his hair, like Ren's had been before, but tugging more sharply as he tries to ground himself. He can't do this. Maruki is going to hold him hostage for Ren at the last possible second to force him to change his mind. He knows he is. He's exactly that kind of self-righteous bastard to hold his final card as long as possible and claim it's in their best interest. Fuck him. Fuck both him and Ren.
He forces himself to let go and finger-comb his hair back into place, splashing his face with water. It's not refreshing at all, but at least by the time Ren comes back, Akechi's managed to compose himself, eyes closed, arms resting against the outside of the bath.
He can hear the other boy's footsteps, but it's the rustle of cloth that catches his attention, prompts him to open his eyes and look to see just what on Earth is happening. For a moment, he can only stare at his clothes, then he looks back to Ren. This isn't fair. His eyes linger as he looks over the other boy, finally landing on his eyes.
He can't muster the anger. It's too hot. Instead he just sounds wearied as he asks,] Why do you care?
[Maybe Ren can't hear him over the water. It's fine if he can't. Akechi's not really expecting a good answer anyway.]