An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Akechi’s eyes narrow, considering, even as he smiles. “You have a nervous habit, you know,” he declares. “Whenever you’re uncomfortable, you push them up your nose with your fingers. It’s an excellent excuse to hide your face, wouldn’t you say?”
“You think so?”
“What do you think?” Akechi asks. “Do you like my theory?”
Ren pushes his glasses up his nose. Akechi laughs.
“You know,” he says. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you without them. Even in the Metaverse, your eyes are usually covered with your mask. I think I’d be excused for not knowing what colour your eyes are at all.”
Ren closes his eyes. “What colour are they?”
“Grey,” Akechi replies.
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chapter 10 of "as you like it", aka akechi palace fic. a confrontation in the VIP Box, reflections on being a hero.
