@kurennai is just the cutest ever;
falls asleep on his shoulder // ann to akira
it’s been an exhausting few days . months , truly , but these last few days have been the worst of it . the phantom thieves have put on their best performances yet - fooling akechi into thinking they’ve stepped right into his trap , ending with akira thrown into the interrogation room , and the others trying to go on with their daily lives as if their leader , their friend , wasn’t in terrible danger if their plan didn’t succeed .
akira would be lying if he said he didn’t remember everything he was conscious for . every waking moment in that room was ingrained in his head , never to be forgotten - no matter how much he truly wanted to forget it happened . for the rest of his life , he’d be transported back to that room anytime anything was even slightly reminiscent of the words spit at him on that day .
enough thinking on such things for now , though .
the rest of the thieves had taken their leave an hour or so ago , leaving himself with ann in his room , her leaning against his shoulder . ( morgana took it upon himself to give them some much needed privacy , leaving with haru for the night . they were both very grateful for the fact that no awkward conversation needed to be had . ) the television was playing whatever movie he’d rented before they’d infiltrated sae’s palace , and they were simply basking in the comfortable silence between them . words weren’t needed right now , not that he truly felt capable of producing them anyway . akira has certainly been through a lot in the last few days and talking about his problems or what he’s feeling has never been his strongest asset . he’s glad ann understands that - for now , at least , until she inevitably makes him talk .
for now , he’ll appreciate the fact that his silence is okay , and that she’s willing to simply stay by his side regardless of it .
a gentle rain has begun to fall , and it’s getting late . he should be bringing up the fact that the trains will stop running soon , but he can’t find it in him to make her leave . he doesn’t want her to leave - he’s not sure he can handle being alone right now . and ... morgana wouldn’t be back for the night , so .. what’s the harm in her staying ? it’s then that he feels the weight of her head on his shoulder become just a little more heavy , and he realizes -
she’s fallen asleep on his shoulder . how cute .
he finds himself smiling at the girl that’s now snoozing peacefully against him , a quiet sigh of content passing his lips . there’s no reason to be feeling on edge or in danger anymore , though he’s struggled to get rid of those feelings all day , but ann being here ... that’s probably what’s helping him the most to come down from his state of high anxiety .
as much as he wants to relish in this moment for the rest of his life , his entire body aches . he’d love to be laying down right now , be able to hold her close to make sure this is real , not some drug induced fever dream . so , as gently and carefully as he possibly can , he shifts and moves her to lay down , trying not to wake her . spending all of that time in the shadows must be rubbing off on him to make it so she doesn’t stir away as he repositions her -- or she’s just that heavy of a sleeper . he doesn’t know which one .
the chill of winter air seeps into his bones now that she’s not right next to him , so he’s swift to move under the covers next to her , arms wrapped around her like it’s the only way he knows he’ll wake up next to her and not in a cold , unforgiving , dark room once again .
