012 ☀ Akira Kurusu/Yusuke Kitagawa

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[bufudyne]

[Not since his sensei's--not since he lived in Madarame's place has Yusuke found anywhere quite so comfortable, that felt quite like home, as Leblanc. He might cite the atmosphere, the reassurance of seeing Sayuri on the wall to greet him when he enters, but it's more likely that Akira and the others have made this place a haven, away from a world where they all don't quite fit in.

As such, Yusuke never passes up the opportunity to go, especially not when Akira's the one extending the invitation. Just seeing the text made his heart soar!

...Is that a slightly over-exuberant reaction? Hmm. Oh well. Yusuke, as expected, spends little to no time overthinking it. He has more important things to spend his time doing, after all.

Currently, he's sitting in one of the booths, watching Akira curiously with his hands resting on his lap. The aroma of coffee and curry... it's making him feel hungry... Maybe he should've hopped off the train even earlier than he did so he would have a little extra money... it's not proper to simply allow himself to be treated all the time, even if the food offered is extra or not.

Either way, he's waiting for food before he inquires what Akira wanted his opinion on, that or for Akira to say it himself. Finally a chance to return the favour though! Akira is always offering him opinions and advice that, in Yusuke's experience, are very precious indeed.]

[jokered]

[it was undoubtedly too soon for akira to be out of bed.

of course, takemi knew when she'd ordered him to bedrest, that he wouldn't listen. he's a phantom thief, and he has a lot to do—even if the scare of hearing he'd committed suicide (for however brief it was; she'd only thought he'd kill himself because he had no sense of self-preservation at all, her little guinea pig...) gave her reason to be stern with him... he wouldn't listen.

the lacerations on his face, the cracked ribs and a body full of bruising, and a bum leg that—well, if anyone had seen how bad the bruising was there on his thigh, they'd probably be amazed he could walk on it at all—none of that can stop akira.

he hates being holed up. there's so much to and so much to plan—and honestly, akira also just misses contact. being outside. freedom. akira values his freedom entirely too much.

so he goes out.

sure, he's got the hood pulled up over his head to conceal himself from any threats to their plan. sure... it hurts. it hurt like hell to move, and even getting down to the platform at yongen-jaya station is enough of a hassle that he lets three trains go before he can push himself away from the wall to limp onto the next one.

getting off in shibuya is no better, but as he goes through the walkway and spots yusuke standing in his normal spot by the 105, akira forces himself to straighten, wincing a bit before biting the inside of his cheek. it hurts like fuck to walk without a limp, and he almost feels like he could vomit by the time he give up, leaning against the wall in the same casual position he normally would. he shifts the weight off his right leg, and keeps his head dipped so shujin students passing by don't notice him—

and maybe just a bit because he's pale and sweating from the pain.

he's fine?]

I had a feeling you'd be here. [he's truly the embodiment of the fool.

in reverse. foolish. reckless. taking risks when he shouldn't. that's why he speaks so casually, as if it's any other day despite the fact that he shouldn't be here, and despite the fact that he's absolutely dying here and trying to hide it from yusuke as if his eccentric, oblivious ways will really remain blinded to the truth here.]

[bufudyne]

Sit however you're comfortable, Akira.

[Light is pouring into Akira's room at Leblanc, early afternoon the perfect time (as Yusuke thought) to do this. It means they don't have to rely on artificial light, which is ideal; he wants to explore natural shadows and shades rather than the harsh ones artificial light can cause. He's arranging his drawing materials and his chair as he looks toward Akira.

It's easy to see that he's excited by the way his eyes are sparkling, though he appears to be trying to repress that a little because it won't do to be overzealous and mess up from the start. Focus is key.

He's still smiling though, his fingers wavering back and forth between several different types of pencils like he's not certain which will be best.

this is important, even if it's just sketching]

We'll start whenever you are ready.