[and this is exactly why yusuke was his first choice.
for all of his eccentricies, for all that he can be dramatic—yusuke does have a good understanding of these things. makoto would certainly scold him, all of the others would fret and fuss. but yusuke finds this quiet compromise. he doesn't ask questions right out the gate, he's not condescending about—
it's a bit of a relief right now. it's not like akira is unaware that his breathlessness is a bit obvious; try as he might to hide a majority of his injuries and what's wrong with him so not worry the team so much, some things are obvious.]
Yeah, let's do that. It's pretty nice outside today, anyway. [it's a good compromise. they can talk and figure out where to go from there—and akira can sit, which he absolutely needs.
maybe that much is obvious. it takes a great deal of effort for akira to push himself from off the wall. his head never lifts—still that combined need of hiding his face from others and keeping some of his pained expressions masked—but when he has to shift the weight back to his injured leg, he hisses quietly, a bit unrestrained.
akira really hadn't planned for that sound to escape, but the pain still catches him by surprise. that bastard really had it out to break his leg if he didn't sign that confession...
which probably would have been fine if they hadn't drugged him so heavily and caused his memories to become too foggy to properly consent to what he was doing as intended. maybe then his leg wouldn't be like this, maybe his ribs wouldn't be either? who knows? what's done is done, akira knows he just has to recover so they can work towards their real goals and make his presence well-fucking-known to everyone who tred to tear him and the rest of the phantom thieves down.]
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for all of his eccentricies, for all that he can be dramatic—yusuke does have a good understanding of these things. makoto would certainly scold him, all of the others would fret and fuss. but yusuke finds this quiet compromise. he doesn't ask questions right out the gate, he's not condescending about—
it's a bit of a relief right now. it's not like akira is unaware that his breathlessness is a bit obvious; try as he might to hide a majority of his injuries and what's wrong with him so not worry the team so much, some things are obvious.]
Yeah, let's do that. It's pretty nice outside today, anyway. [it's a good compromise. they can talk and figure out where to go from there—and akira can sit, which he absolutely needs.
maybe that much is obvious. it takes a great deal of effort for akira to push himself from off the wall. his head never lifts—still that combined need of hiding his face from others and keeping some of his pained expressions masked—but when he has to shift the weight back to his injured leg, he hisses quietly, a bit unrestrained.
akira really hadn't planned for that sound to escape, but the pain still catches him by surprise. that bastard really had it out to break his leg if he didn't sign that confession...
which probably would have been fine if they hadn't drugged him so heavily and caused his memories to become too foggy to properly consent to what he was doing as intended. maybe then his leg wouldn't be like this, maybe his ribs wouldn't be either? who knows? what's done is done, akira knows he just has to recover so they can work towards their real goals and make his presence well-fucking-known to everyone who tred to tear him and the rest of the phantom thieves down.]