[Yusuke had hoped, for a moment, that Akira wouldn't tell him just what he was starting to think he would hear. He'd get something, anything, that would reassure him that he was just jumping to wild conclusions, why on earth would you think that, Yusuke.
But no.
It's--
He brings his hand up, pressing it over the lower half of his face, his mouth, his gaze dropping to the top of the table. Haru was mixed up in this, too. This terrible thing, held hostage. Akira still doesn't state it outright, but he doesn't need to. Yusuke, however, will do it, voice faintly muffled:]
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But no.
It's--
He brings his hand up, pressing it over the lower half of his face, his mouth, his gaze dropping to the top of the table. Haru was mixed up in this, too. This terrible thing, held hostage. Akira still doesn't state it outright, but he doesn't need to. Yusuke, however, will do it, voice faintly muffled:]
You were this Hangman, Akira?