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[flyingsolos]

[ To that, she just flaps a hand. ]

It won't happen again!

[ she also doesn't sound remotely bothered, but this is largely because Kou didn't let her brood. ]

[purrtagonist]

[only one hand, because he's still. holding. her other hand]

It won't happen again here, either.

[so they are peachy!]

[flyingsolos]

Just one question.

[ beyond "Akira, why are you still holding my hand", which she... does not actually ask. ]

You must've woken up when I dozed off. Why didn't you wake me up?

[ Given some sassy comment about her sleeping on the job? Etc. ]

[purrtagonist]

Huh?

[blinks at her a few times, clearly having not expected that question. but his answer is pretty simple]

I was still tired.

[. . . which is not at all the whole of it, but it's what she's getting right now]

[flyingsolos]

... Young man--

[ And she does her best to look and sound absolutely affronted, even though it's also remarkably clear she's trying to suppress her amusement. ]

Breaking the forty-five minute rule is absolutely a violation. Witnessing an idol's sleeping face is even worse! What do you have to say for yourself?

[purrtagonist]

[oh]

[my god]

[his mouth twitches, but he's also well-practiced in the art of maintaining a blase expression. the lenses of his glasses suddenly flash opaque]

I plead not guilty, your honor.

[flyingsolos]

...

[ With her free hand, she starts with holding up all five fingers, then lowers one. ]

Pulling a sneak attack when I thought you were sleeping. [ Two more fingers. ] The two I just mentioned. [ Her thumb goes down, leaving just her index finger. ] Lying about it.

[ And with her remaining finger, she lightly taps his forehead, then drops her hand. ]

And making me fall for you.

Still sticking with that plea, Akira?

[purrtagonist]

[everything about this is as expected]

[except that second to last line]

[that is--]





Huh?

[completely and utterly unexpected, to the point of where it completely knocks him off of his game. a rare sight for Akira Kurusu, leader of the Phantom Thieves, and yet. . . here we are]

[flyingsolos]

[ And here they stand, hands still clasped in what was probably a handshake at some point. Rion glances down at them, then carefully gives her hand a tug with a tired smile. From that reaction, that was one hell of an unexpected reply, and after that, he'll probably want his hand back. ]

I like you, Akira. A lot.

... I was going to wait until we got back to say it, but in the end, planning every last detail isn't really my style. Sorry.

[purrtagonist]

[judging by the way his grip tightens on her fingers when she tugs, nope. he does not want his hand back just yet. so here they stand, hands still clasped in an ex-handshake, Akira having just come to terms with how he feels about Rion a day or so prior, with unresolved feelings for. . . someone else]

[THE DAYS OF OUR TEENAGE ROMANCE LIVES]

I-- [but even so. . . he doesn't want to let go. her hand is warm in his, and he finds that he likes it]

You. . . have great dramatic timing.

[considering the VERY DANGEROUS MISSION that is to take place in just a matter of days]

[flyingsolos]

It's one of my endearing traits.

[ And oh, she can just imagine the look Kou would be giving her if she'd said that to him, but for all their similarities, Kou and Akira are also two very different people.

But now her hand's being held captive, so her great 0.5 second plan of confessing, reassuring him that there was no pressure to answer immediately, and confidently striding off had already failed in Stage Two.

Rion probably should have expected this.

She has no actual comment to the mission itself, because as far as she's concerned, she's going to go in there, help keep people safe, and return without being zapped alive. Thinking otherwise isn't really an option. ]

[purrtagonist]

One of many.

[it's funny, because he's standing here gripping her hand and refusing to let it go, while simultaneously not being sure how he should proceed. he isn't used to being on this side of a confession (in all of his other relationships, he had made the first move), so it's a bit. overwhelming? although not in a bad way. and the unresolved feelings, however fruitless he believes they are, are a bit. . .]

[. . .]

How long?

[part of him is stalling. part of him really wants to know]

[flyingsolos]

I don't know.

[ And she'll answer him honestly. Maybe it's not the answer he's looking for. Maybe he's not looking for any particular answer. But Rion can't do much else right now except be sincere. She's the one who said something, after all. If nothing else, she has to see it through. ]

I don't think I seriously realized it until that summer festival we had, but... it probably started around El Minha. That's about as much of an answer as I can give you.

[purrtagonist]

That long?

[he asked the question, but he doesn't sound terribly surprised about her answer. he remembers that comment she made about asking her to dinner when he meant it]

[. . .]

It was probably the other day for me. Right after you punched me.

[buddy]

[flyingsolos]

After I hit--

... So then, you really are a masochist!

[ Not the thing to take away from that, Rion. ]

[purrtagonist]

[so anyway he's letting go of her hand and walking away now]

[flyingsolos]

I was kidding! Akira!!

[ romance is alive. ]

[purrtagonist]

[ALIVE AND WELL]

[fortunately at no point was he ever going to leave, so as soon as she calls out his name, he pivots on his heel to return to her]

Why was that the first thing that popped into your head?

[. . . reaches for her hand again]

[flyingsolos]

[ aaaaand she takes a step back, hands held out in front of her. ]

You're just going to distract me if you hold my hand again, and you were the one who just said that this just started for you after I punched...

... You...

[ Wait. ]

[purrtagonist]

. . .

[waits patiently for her to get it]

[flyingsolos]

....

[ She's just hiding her reddening face in her palms. And, muffled-- ]

That was so casual, hold on--

1/2

[purrtagonist]

[GOD]

[just]

[p-presses his hand against his mouth and laughs, light and breathless]

[purrtagonist]

[but he composes himself quickly afterwards, fingers slipping into his pockets, head canted to the side as he watches her with a fond expression]

I want to take you to dinner.

[ah]

[except then something a little conflicted cuts through that fondness]

But I can't do that just yet.

[flyingsolos]

[ ... Ah. He means it this time, doesn't he?

Rion slowly lowers her hands, taking a deeper breath. The look on his face... well, she won't ask. Instead, she nods. ]

It's fine. If there's something you need to do, go for it. The only thing I was planning to do was tell you. I wasn't expecting anything else.

[purrtagonist]

[there is also the fact that he literally cannot take her to dinner on Struxta because ALL THEY HAVE TO EAT IS GRAY STUFF, but it's fine. she gets his meaning, even if he's being coy with words]

[he'll tell her why. maybe not this instant, but he will. she'll deserve to know either way, regardless of what he does. for now. . .]

. . .

I can't believe you beat me to it.

[sheepish]