( @agneyastras wanted the Pain )
sojiro had offered him some coffee while he sat, but he decided he really didn’t want to have his heart pounding any faster than it already was, or give himself a reason to do this in the cafe. he glanced over at his phone again. 7:12.
a less gutsy akira would spare them both the trauma of this and simply call it off. tap out a small ‘sorry, i’m not feeling well’ or ‘something came up’ before he could arrive. he picked up the phone again, fingers hovering over the keyboard. no, that was a coward’s way out. instead, he let it spin on his finger and fall back into his palm.
the little bell over the door rung, and there he stood. in all his blonde rebellious glory. his best friend. the boy who’s week he was about to ruin. but he couldn’t run away from this. not while he still had the chance to be truthful with him. not when he still had so many doubts about his future.
❝ — oh, hello, ❞ he said, managing a small smile. ❝ thanks for coming. ❞
