[ Aki huffs a noise, shifting a little, tugging the other man close. They've got an inch of privacy, now, so he doesn't mind leaning down to press their foreheads together, to bask in the warmth of being close and calming down from the rush of nervousness.
It's not as if Devil Hunters didn't have some measure of fame to them, but no one knew him by name, fake or otherwise. They knew Denji, recognised Chainsaw Man, he thinks he remembers that, and he knows that Kon was a recognisable face for the people of Japan, but... To be known, and have something as private as his relationship with Tsurumaru drawn and shared by a group of people he doesn't know?
It feels strange, and he has to wrestle with the strange discomfort of that, even if he recognises that Tsurumaru is probably right.
Shaking his head, he closes his eyes. ]
I'm not upset. I'm frustrated. It's fine.
[ And he's honest with it, really, fingers dropping to curl around Tsuru's. ]
no subject
[ Aki huffs a noise, shifting a little, tugging the other man close. They've got an inch of privacy, now, so he doesn't mind leaning down to press their foreheads together, to bask in the warmth of being close and calming down from the rush of nervousness.
It's not as if Devil Hunters didn't have some measure of fame to them, but no one knew him by name, fake or otherwise. They knew Denji, recognised Chainsaw Man, he thinks he remembers that, and he knows that Kon was a recognisable face for the people of Japan, but... To be known, and have something as private as his relationship with Tsurumaru drawn and shared by a group of people he doesn't know?
It feels strange, and he has to wrestle with the strange discomfort of that, even if he recognises that Tsurumaru is probably right.
Shaking his head, he closes his eyes. ]
I'm not upset. I'm frustrated. It's fine.
[ And he's honest with it, really, fingers dropping to curl around Tsuru's. ]
They were rude.