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[Two days after his seventeenth birthday, his parents show up in Tokyo without a word.
Akira doesn't quite understand why they're here, or the empty feeling that spreads through his chest at the sight of them talking to Sojiro like they ever called him while he was gone, like he isn't even there, but- But then. They say why they've come, he watches the protective anger blossom across Sojiro's face, and he thinks he understands.
He wishes he didn't have that well-ingrained response to respect them, because he finally understands.
"It's the best way to keep him safe and out of trouble, you know? There's a few candidates we've had our eye on but today we'll be making the final decision... Oh, but don't worry Sakura-san, there won't be any marriage moving forward until after his probation ends next year, so you'll still get your full payment for sheltering him!"
Business. Passionless. Forced politeness and just as forced smiles, everything is perfect and fine. Everything in order, as always, except for when Akira wasn't - and now they're taking care of that, too.
What if I had started dating somebody after coming here, he doesn't say. What if I don't love them, he doesn't say, either. He already knows what his answer is.
His friends flicker through his head, Morgana, Sojiro warming up to him and filling up the space he hadn't realized he was that much without - and as they say his prospective partner is on their way, Akira stands.]
If they'll be here soon... [His voice is quiet, feather soft as his heart thrashes and breaks apart in his chest-] ...I'll make some coffee for everyone.
[It's the least he can do. If it's someone like Haru... then he'll be a comfort to them instead of being a prison.
It seems that's the last rebellion he has left.]
Akira doesn't quite understand why they're here, or the empty feeling that spreads through his chest at the sight of them talking to Sojiro like they ever called him while he was gone, like he isn't even there, but- But then. They say why they've come, he watches the protective anger blossom across Sojiro's face, and he thinks he understands.
He wishes he didn't have that well-ingrained response to respect them, because he finally understands.
"It's the best way to keep him safe and out of trouble, you know? There's a few candidates we've had our eye on but today we'll be making the final decision... Oh, but don't worry Sakura-san, there won't be any marriage moving forward until after his probation ends next year, so you'll still get your full payment for sheltering him!"
Business. Passionless. Forced politeness and just as forced smiles, everything is perfect and fine. Everything in order, as always, except for when Akira wasn't - and now they're taking care of that, too.
What if I had started dating somebody after coming here, he doesn't say. What if I don't love them, he doesn't say, either. He already knows what his answer is.
His friends flicker through his head, Morgana, Sojiro warming up to him and filling up the space he hadn't realized he was that much without - and as they say his prospective partner is on their way, Akira stands.]
If they'll be here soon... [His voice is quiet, feather soft as his heart thrashes and breaks apart in his chest-] ...I'll make some coffee for everyone.
[It's the least he can do. If it's someone like Haru... then he'll be a comfort to them instead of being a prison.
It seems that's the last rebellion he has left.]