❛ i think about my life without you, and i start to cry. ❜
lashes flutter as akira is awoken by a voice so soft, so low, he believes he’s dreaming. his vision is blurred for a moment, slowly clearing as he blinks the sleep away from his eyes. soon, he can see yusuke beside him, staring back with a look akira wasn’t prepared for so early in the morning. he’s stunned into silence as he goes over what he heard as he was being pulled from his sleep into consciousness.
they hit him hard. he can see the wet that threatens to spill from yusuke’s eyes, hear the slight tremor in his voice, it’s enough to cause akira’s chest to tighten. he knows why yusuke says this; akira hadn’t thought about how the others would feel as he rushed off to by them time, putting himself in danger and getting caught in the process. all akira thought about was being a distraction, about how he was already a target, how it would be best if he were to bait them away from the rest of the thieves.
it hit him fully when he arrived back to leblanc and was quickly bombarded with lectures from everyone; their words carried worry and relief. yusuke had put his own two scents in, yet he knew the other was holding back due to the presence of the rest of the gang.
now, alone, after must needed rest - akira realizes yusuke just couldn’t hold himself back any longer.
slowly, his hand raises and cups the cheek of his lover, thumb brushing away the bits of wetness that had already spilled against the artists wishes; akira wants to apologize, wants to tell yusuke he’ll never do it again. but he’d be lying. if needed, akira would risk his life for his friends over and over; risk his life for yusuke.
“ i’m here. ” he says instead, “ so don’t cry. ”
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