He covers his mouth and looks down in thought. In reality he's hiding a smirk. He wants to live another day, it's best Akechi not see it. He looks back up and shrugs.
"None that I can think of. Is there something else you think would fit better? I don't think you're an otter--you're not very hairy. The opposite really. Smooth. Like a baby's bottom."
Murder would be too kind for such blasphemous statements as these, Akechi thinks. His smile remains paper-thin even as the next words rattle his limited patience.
“Smooth? You have a very active imagination. I don’t see where you’re getting that from, either. If I had to label myself, I wouldn’t. It may be a bit cliche to say, but labels are often overbroad.” Or, he doesn’t want Ren to know exactly how he fits into this typecast.
"Not active, just accurate. When you've worn that argyle sweater, I don't remember seeing any little tuffs of hair popping out of the collar. I mean, you could be hiding it well. Do you manscape?" He laughs lightly and leans back a little, putting just enough distance in between should he need to back off.
"What would you like to be described as then? Description is different than labeling."
He’s not answering that whatsoever; “manscaping”, honestly, Joker? What do you take him for? (He likes to be extremely hygienic and particular with his look, so the odds are favorable.)
“I’d like to be described as intellectual, quick-witted, athletic.” That’s not the point, Akechi.
He nods as he listens along, checking thing off a mental list. "So, I hear you, and I gotta say, those are all the things a twink would want to be described as. It's not a bad thing, you know. What would you say is your best physical feature--no! What would someone else say is your best physical feature?"
He has yet to hear anything that would help Akechi fit under some other label.
"Mm. It is a nice brown. In just the right light it reminds me of milk chocolate. Like a milk chocolate truffle color I'd say. Mmm, yum."
He reaches out, not trying to touch, just gesturing in the air. He'd like to touch. He wonders how healthy it is. Does he use a hair mask? Deep conditioning? Do the curtains match the drapes?
Ren may lose his tongue if he asks that last question, and not in any fun and adventurous way, either.
Akechi’s face continues to go through a litany of expressions. For the most part, he tries to maintain cool indifference, but it’s getting very difficult to.
“I would say it’s closer to caramel, but thank you. I wouldn’t recommend eating it.” Call him a twink one more time, Ren, he dares you.
“What would you label yourself, out of curiosity?” Let’s deflect.
"Oh, I'm 100% a twunk. There's no denying it," he laughs as he lifts his shirt up and gives his belly a pat.
"There might be a hint of a two pack there, but most of my muscles are in my arms. I accept that label because it's accurate, and when I use it to describe myself to the right people, they tell me I'm pretty." He lets his shirt fall back down so he can frame his own face and bat his eyelashes at Akechi.
Well, hell. That has more of an effect on him than he'd like to admit. He freezes again, but at least this time he was in the proper mindset. Full shut down: avoided. His face, though, he can't fight back the blush that practically materialize front and center. He tries to fight a smile, and fails. He drops his hand from Akechi's hair and instead, finds one of his hands.
"R-Really?" It's so open and exposed, one might even say innocent. It really does make him happy to hear Akechi tell him as much. More than he expected. But alas, all innocence must end at some point, and unfortunately for Akechi, Rens' brain is still somewhat functional.
"What else is pretty about me? Just my eyes? Or have you finally fallen for my charm?" And there it is folks! He holds eye contact as he lifts Akechi's hand and brings the knuckles to his lips, pressing a light kiss on them.
If he gets a busted lip, or a bloody nose it'll be worth it to see Akechi flustered. Payback. Hopefully.
me: i’m going to bed (dw notif appears) my eyes are wide open 👁️
Will the theatrics ever cease? Ren has a full ensemble of people to praise him and fawn over him. A whole army of folks, Akechi suspects, so why does he need him to continue to compliment him?
The rather horrifying realization that Ren may not be joking hits him when those lips touch his hand. Warm. They’re warmer than be anticipated and he hates that he’s thought about what Ren’s lips may be like.
“Charm isn’t something one would ordinarily call pretty.” What a great comeback. His brows furrow and his face is hotly flushed by now. “… No. All of you is pretty. That’s simply an objective statement.”
It is an objective statement! That is 100% true, but he doesn't know what he should be more focused on. That he's been described as objectively attractive, something he hasn't heard before, or that Goro Akechi seems to be the one to find him attractive.
...That's it, isn't it? Akechi finds him attractive. Oh. OH. Oh wow. Well, this is NOT how he expected this conversation to go. He's quiet for a moment, gathering his thoughts. Akechi's words, his flushed face, his painfully honest words, it all adds up and Ren's not sure where they are to go from here.
"You like me," he shakes his head, "no, that's too simple. You...you're attracted to me, aren't you? Genuinely, interested in me. Maybe romantically, possibly sexually, but definitely not just platonically."
He readjusts his glasses. Everything, he has to know everything. He wants all the details. "When did this happen?"
me too, my phone lights up and i throw myself at my phone
He regrets giving Ren this much to work with. Suddenly, Akechi feels suffocated, as if he’s about to be drowned by the weight of his own words.
“If you’re going to act surprised and dim-witted about this, I’m ending this conversation now.” If he has to hear Ren say “like-like”, he may actually break something. More of the Black Mask leaks out from him than he’s entirely comfortable with.
“… I don’t know when it happened. It simply is the way it is.” And under his breath he adds, irritably pushing some hair out of his face, “mind you, I said objectively, not subjectively.”
How does Akechi confess? What’s his style? The world may never know
“Excuse me for being surprised. You keep everyone at arms length, hell, even farther than that. It’s true you’re more open with me, but that doesn’t mean you completely let your guard down.”
And it’s true. Akechi had shown some of his true self but that he still keeps himself so guarded around Ren. It’s no surprise given not only their backgrounds but also their jobs. So, yes, this is new information.
“Unless I’m understanding this wrong, in which case tell me. Please. But I want to hear you say it.” Oh, unless…maybe Akechi’s not ready for a love declaration! It’s not very nice to be forcing him to put himself out on display, especially for someone so guarded, even from himself.
“I mean, if you’re ready. And want to. If not, you don’t have to. Whatever you want. Whatever makes you comfortable.”
probably shoving a box of chocolates at joker refusing to make eye contact
… wait. Combined with the other facts, the likely conclusion here is that Ren likes him, too. To some degree. Something more than a platonic fascination with him.
That knowledge sets restless in the pit of Akechi’s stomach.
“Not here,” he mumbles, because a quasi-public area - wherever they are - isn’t best for these sort of private conversations. Perhaps he’s stalling, or perhaps he’s raising the ante and asking to go elsewhere.
"My place or yours?" It's too good, he has to. He even leans down, looking over his glasses, and winks. If it's true that Akechi is interested in him, that's just opened up a whole new can of worms. Ren is going to absolutely use that to his advantage. He'd have to be an idiot not to. But he also doesn't doubt if 'if' the situation were reversed, Akechi would be doing the same thing.
"If we go to your place you can finally show me your bedroom. Unless you're very untidy," he takes a hold of Akechi's sleeve, letting their hands brush against each other, and begins heading toward the station. "and have your underwear lying around everywhere. Or we can go back to the café, but I don't have a door. And we may or may not get loud. That's completely your call, by the way."
There’s no way they’re going to Leblanc at this hour. If Sojiro is still there, closing up and getting ready for some well-deserved rest, Akechi is positively certain he wouldn’t survive the piercingly knowing gaze the old guy would give him. It’s written all over his face: hello, sir, I don’t know what myself and your attic trash will get up to upstairs, but I assure you, you won’t want to stick around for it.
Yikes.
“My place is fine, thank you,” Akechi murmurs a little derisively. It’s clean and modern and very minimalistic, thank you.
He starts leading them toward that line once at the station, his shoulders still tense from this entire conversation gone awry. “I live near the Shibuya station.” Which is a little damning considering how often he’s at the station early in the mornings just to speak with Ren. Oops?
He's not happy. At all. After all of that? Really? "You just had your tongue down my throat and were running your hand up my chest. 'Biological'? Me of all people? A--"
Phantom Thief he almost says but bites his tongue. He needs to calm down. It's Akechi. Did Ren expect easy?
"So do you want what just happened to be a one time deal? I'm asking what you want, so don't turn it back on me."
Of course Ren wouldn’t just let it go. Perhaps Akechi would have been disappointed if he dropped it so easily; that wouldn’t be very “Ren” of him.
“… If you would just calm down,” he says, a bit condescendingly if only to deflect from his own ineptitude and rapidly beating heart, “you’d have given me enough time to catch my breath and the tell you I wouldn’t mind something similar happening again.”
Purely physical. Because there’s no way Ren is seriously considering much else, is he?
"Oh, I'm sorry," just as condescending because he's all riled up, "but the last time I tried to ask you about what you want, or your feelings more specifically, you tried to deflect by watching TV. We're not even a couple yet and you're treating me like I'm your stay-at-home wife of 20 years."
He goes and sits back down, on leg crossed over the other, arms folded across his chest. "Go on, I'll wait. Wouldn't want to rush you, since I know all the blood is currently in your pants and not in your head." Okay maaaaaybe a little more condescending. Just a smidge.
i woke up feeling sick but this has soothed the ache 👁️
Unbelievable. This level of sass certainly warrants Akechi blowing a fuse, doesn’t it? Or, he has a sudden very strong urge to wrap a hand around Ren’s pretty neck and hold tight. Maybe not to kill, but… ah. The things we discover about ourselves at inopportune moments.
“I just told you I wasn’t opposed to doing this again. What else do you want me to say?” he almost hisses, shoulders hunching as he keeps a petty distance away from Ren on the sofa, even if his dick is still hard and he keeps fidgeting with the ends of his hair because maybe blowing off steam physically is more productive than whatever … this is.
“Or shall I show you?” Better.
please feel better soon. my dr friend recommends rest and sexual-tension filled angst as needed
"I want you to use your words, Akechi. For someone that's always being interviewed, you're an expert at saying a bunch of bull that doesn't matter." Ren doesn't even notice the switch back to his last name.
If Akechi were to just lose it and get one of his delicious hands on Ren's neck, well...that wouldn't be the worst thing ever. It sure wouldn't help with the actual conversation, thought.
"I don't understand what's holding you back. You're not the only one put out on display here. This isn't me just asking you questions to air to the world. It's just us, having a conversation. Just us."
i just slept so much so now i’m ready for the sexual tension
Akechi is teetering dangerously between having that mask slip completely and reverting back to the plastic detective prince that is shy and eager and —
Akechi drags a hand down his face, peeking out through his fingers drearily at Ren.
“Given my— position, in the media, I don’t think it would be wise for us to be seen out in public too often together.”
Which says a lot about what he’d be willing to do with Ren. That’s positive, right?
how are you not frustrated by your boi? asking for my boi.
He's trying. Ren has to give him that. He's really trying. Or at least Ren hopes he is, otherwise he's thiiiis close to knocking him upside the head.
"Okay..." says slowly, not entirely sure he's following along. Because in his mind that sounds like Akechi wants to put the brakes on...whatever this is. "So how much is too often? Or rather, how often would you want to see me?"
Akechi’s eyes take on a darker glint, then. He steals into Ren’s personal space again, a hand coming up to curl on Ren’s chin, flirting with dropping lower to admire his pretty neck.
“I said in public, Amamiya. I said nothing about putting any limits on more private meetings.”
His eyes go half-lidded, challenging. “Unless you have an issue with that?”
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for jurisdick
He covers his mouth and looks down in thought. In reality he's hiding a smirk. He wants to live another day, it's best Akechi not see it. He looks back up and shrugs.
"None that I can think of. Is there something else you think would fit better? I don't think you're an otter--you're not very hairy. The opposite really. Smooth. Like a baby's bottom."
ty ♥️!
“Smooth? You have a very active imagination. I don’t see where you’re getting that from, either. If I had to label myself, I wouldn’t. It may be a bit cliche to say, but labels are often overbroad.” Or, he doesn’t want Ren to know exactly how he fits into this typecast.
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"What would you like to be described as then? Description is different than labeling."
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“I’d like to be described as intellectual, quick-witted, athletic.” That’s not the point, Akechi.
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Yes, he is having fun with this. Very much so.
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Sighing, Akechi drops his chin to his palm and gives him the most unimpressed look. “My hair.”
He got it from his mother, and it’s something so completely different from his Father.
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"Mm. It is a nice brown. In just the right light it reminds me of milk chocolate. Like a milk chocolate truffle color I'd say. Mmm, yum."
He reaches out, not trying to touch, just gesturing in the air. He'd like to touch. He wonders how healthy it is. Does he use a hair mask? Deep conditioning? Do the curtains match the drapes?
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Akechi’s face continues to go through a litany of expressions. For the most part, he tries to maintain cool indifference, but it’s getting very difficult to.
“I would say it’s closer to caramel, but thank you. I wouldn’t recommend eating it.” Call him a twink one more time, Ren, he dares you.
“What would you label yourself, out of curiosity?” Let’s deflect.
triple dog dare akechi to tell him he's pretty
"There might be a hint of a two pack there, but most of my muscles are in my arms. I accept that label because it's accurate, and when I use it to describe myself to the right people, they tell me I'm pretty." He lets his shirt fall back down so he can frame his own face and bat his eyelashes at Akechi.
ok bet 👁️
It’s the internal ‘attic trash’ vs external ‘you’re very pretty’ whiplash for me
but what if they happen at the same time externally 👀
is bullying a love language questionmark? 🤔
it’s absolutely akechi’s !
Here lies Akechi's Peace of Mind. RIP.
ri so many pieces
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:3c
ren you’re very heterosexual
two bros chilling in one personal bubble, centimeters a part cause they're not--
throwing gloves at each other and dancing under a big heart, so straight
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I like imagine Joker is a Hungry Hungry Hippo every time Akechi says something he can latch on to
HAHAH that visual is killing me
:3c
:3c
"R-Really?" It's so open and exposed, one might even say innocent. It really does make him happy to hear Akechi tell him as much. More than he expected. But alas, all innocence must end at some point, and unfortunately for Akechi, Rens' brain is still
somewhatfunctional."What else is pretty about me? Just my eyes? Or have you finally fallen for my charm?" And there it is folks! He holds eye contact as he lifts Akechi's hand and brings the knuckles to his lips, pressing a light kiss on them.
If he gets a busted lip, or a bloody nose it'll be worth it to see Akechi flustered. Payback. Hopefully.
me: i’m going to bed (dw notif appears) my eyes are wide open 👁️
The rather horrifying realization that Ren may not be joking hits him when those lips touch his hand. Warm. They’re warmer than be anticipated and he hates that he’s thought about what Ren’s lips may be like.
“Charm isn’t something one would ordinarily call pretty.” What a great comeback. His brows furrow and his face is hotly flushed by now. “… No. All of you is pretty. That’s simply an objective statement.”
that's me any time we write lol
...That's it, isn't it? Akechi finds him attractive. Oh. OH. Oh wow. Well, this is NOT how he expected this conversation to go. He's quiet for a moment, gathering his thoughts. Akechi's words, his flushed face, his painfully honest words, it all adds up and Ren's not sure where they are to go from here.
"You like me," he shakes his head, "no, that's too simple. You...you're attracted to me, aren't you? Genuinely, interested in me. Maybe romantically, possibly sexually, but definitely not just platonically."
He readjusts his glasses. Everything, he has to know everything. He wants all the details. "When did this happen?"
me too, my phone lights up and i throw myself at my phone
“If you’re going to act surprised and dim-witted about this, I’m ending this conversation now.” If he has to hear Ren say “like-like”, he may actually break something. More of the Black Mask leaks out from him than he’s entirely comfortable with.
“… I don’t know when it happened. It simply is the way it is.” And under his breath he adds, irritably pushing some hair out of his face, “mind you, I said objectively, not subjectively.”
How does Akechi confess? What’s his style? The world may never know
And it’s true. Akechi had shown some of his true self but that he still keeps himself so guarded around Ren. It’s no surprise given not only their backgrounds but also their jobs. So, yes, this is new information.
“Unless I’m understanding this wrong, in which case tell me. Please. But I want to hear you say it.” Oh, unless…maybe Akechi’s not ready for a love declaration! It’s not very nice to be forcing him to put himself out on display, especially for someone so guarded, even from himself.
“I mean, if you’re ready. And want to. If not, you don’t have to. Whatever you want. Whatever makes you comfortable.”
probably shoving a box of chocolates at joker refusing to make eye contact
… wait. Combined with the other facts, the likely conclusion here is that Ren likes him, too. To some degree. Something more than a platonic fascination with him.
That knowledge sets restless in the pit of Akechi’s stomach.
“Not here,” he mumbles, because a quasi-public area - wherever they are - isn’t best for these sort of private conversations. Perhaps he’s stalling, or perhaps he’s raising the ante and asking to go elsewhere.
akechi tsundere hashtag confirmed
'if'the situation were reversed, Akechi would be doing the same thing."If we go to your place you can finally show me your bedroom. Unless you're very untidy," he takes a hold of Akechi's sleeve, letting their hands brush against each other, and begins heading toward the station. "and have your underwear lying around everywhere. Or we can go back to the café, but I don't have a door. And we may or may not get loud. That's completely your call, by the way."
no doubt about it! he’s the angy kitten
There’s no way they’re going to Leblanc at this hour. If Sojiro is still there, closing up and getting ready for some well-deserved rest, Akechi is positively certain he wouldn’t survive the piercingly knowing gaze the old guy would give him. It’s written all over his face: hello, sir, I don’t know what myself and your attic trash will get up to upstairs, but I assure you, you won’t want to stick around for it.
Yikes.
“My place is fine, thank you,” Akechi murmurs a little derisively. It’s clean and modern and very minimalistic, thank you.
He starts leading them toward that line once at the station, his shoulders still tense from this entire conversation gone awry. “I live near the Shibuya station.” Which is a little damning considering how often he’s at the station early in the mornings just to speak with Ren. Oops?
i love the thought of akechi thinking they gonna fhyuck while sojiro is downstairs
HE HAS CONCERNS!! (also this is hilarious bc i’m cosplay prep akechi rn)
my concern is who has the condom, akechi? you're worrying about the wrong thing bud 😩
DEFINITELY NOT AKECHI; shido never had “the talk”
im so excited for this these two are so fucking awkward
seriously i’m biting my nails at these morons
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holy shit the boi actually did it
a wildcard for sure
WHEN I SAY. MY JAW. *DROPPED*
i’ve thought about this tag all morning
i had a plan and your reply just blew it out of the water in the best way possible
LOL i am both delighted and honored 👀
i've been sitting here for like 30 mins unable to brain 🙈
so very accurate. my brain is overheating oops
i apologize for him
ren is an animal: confirmed. feral cat???
ya think ren can convince him all experienced couples leave hickies?
seems likely, it takes much expertise of course
did someone order a blue ball special?
and i’m here! i’ve been at a con 👁️
welcome back! hope you've had fun! enjoy these two idiots
i’m technically here for another 12 hours but yesss
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I present some 'After HotNHeavy angst'
"You just had your tongue down my throat and were running your hand up my chest. 'Biological'? Me of all people? A--"
Phantom Thief he almost says but bites his tongue. He needs to calm down. It's Akechi. Did Ren expect easy?
"So do you want what just happened to be a one time deal? I'm asking what you want, so don't turn it back on me."
the good content yesss
“… If you would just calm down,” he says, a bit condescendingly if only to deflect from his own ineptitude and rapidly beating heart, “you’d have given me enough time to catch my breath and the tell you I wouldn’t mind something similar happening again.”
Purely physical. Because there’s no way Ren is seriously considering much else, is he?
☕🐸
He goes and sits back down, on leg crossed over the other, arms folded across his chest. "Go on, I'll wait. Wouldn't want to rush you, since I know all the blood is currently in your pants and not in your head." Okay maaaaaybe a little more condescending. Just a smidge.
i woke up feeling sick but this has soothed the ache 👁️
“I just told you I wasn’t opposed to doing this again. What else do you want me to say?” he almost hisses, shoulders hunching as he keeps a petty distance away from Ren on the sofa, even if his dick is still hard and he keeps fidgeting with the ends of his hair because maybe blowing off steam physically is more productive than whatever … this is.
“Or shall I show you?” Better.
please feel better soon. my dr friend recommends rest and sexual-tension filled angst as needed
If Akechi were to just lose it and get one of his
delicioushands on Ren's neck, well...that wouldn't be the worst thing ever. It sure wouldn't help with the actual conversation, thought."I don't understand what's holding you back. You're not the only one put out on display here. This isn't me just asking you questions to air to the world. It's just us, having a conversation. Just us."
i just slept so much so now i’m ready for the sexual tension
Akechi drags a hand down his face, peeking out through his fingers drearily at Ren.
“Given my— position, in the media, I don’t think it would be wise for us to be seen out in public too often together.”
Which says a lot about what he’d be willing to do with Ren. That’s positive, right?
how are you not frustrated by your boi? asking for my boi.
"Okay..." says slowly, not entirely sure he's following along. Because in his mind that sounds like Akechi wants to put the brakes on...whatever this is.
"So how much is too often? Or rather, how often would you want to see me?"
IM ALWAYS frustrated by him
“I said in public, Amamiya. I said nothing about putting any limits on more private meetings.”
His eyes go half-lidded, challenging. “Unless you have an issue with that?”
Alexa play All American Rejects
alexa plays “it ends tonight” OOP?
😩 Alexa, play Gives You Hell
alexa play change your mind 😔
THEIR DYNAMIC IS BRAT/BRAT TAMER. IM DYING SCOOBERT.
REN IS ABOUT TO BE MORE THAN TAMED
Lisa Simpson's Dinner dot meme
i can’t believe i had to google that meme
its ren every time akechi Does A Thing™
he does Things quite often, sorry ren
ren: words! vulnerability! akechi: how bout smexy times tho?
akechi is a man of action!!!
wow he just wants in rens pants hashtag confirmed
that’s not the only thing
👀 what else could he possibly want? his SSN??
absolutely, how else will he cover up his murder?
WE GOT 'IM BOYS! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!
ARE YOU SATISFIED REN
ren be like 'ye :3c' meanwhile I'm 'Elmo on fire dot meme'