[ He appreciates moving away, slipping out from the eyes of the crowds and finally feeling as if he can breathe again.
Aki has kept to himself for so many years, didn't have anything close to friends, to family, to - anyone, before Denji and Power, before here. He doesn't know how to manage suddenly being popular, having people know his name, what he does, who he is dating, and it made his stomach twist in a strange, uncomfortable way in his gut. It's not the adrenaline of a good fight; it's the awkwardness of embarrassment, and he glances away for a moment. ]
... They were just curious, like you said. They don't know who we really are.
[ The touch to his forehead grounds him, and Aki closes his eyes, settling in, one of his fingers lifting to stroke gently through Tsurumaru's hair. ]
It's not your fault, Tsurumaru. You didn't do anything wrong.
[ Fingers stroke absently against the back of his neck, grounding Aki. It's strange, to feel so anxious, so out of place, but... It had been intense, in its own way. ]
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Aki has kept to himself for so many years, didn't have anything close to friends, to family, to - anyone, before Denji and Power, before here. He doesn't know how to manage suddenly being popular, having people know his name, what he does, who he is dating, and it made his stomach twist in a strange, uncomfortable way in his gut. It's not the adrenaline of a good fight; it's the awkwardness of embarrassment, and he glances away for a moment. ]
... They were just curious, like you said. They don't know who we really are.
[ The touch to his forehead grounds him, and Aki closes his eyes, settling in, one of his fingers lifting to stroke gently through Tsurumaru's hair. ]
It's not your fault, Tsurumaru. You didn't do anything wrong.
[ Fingers stroke absently against the back of his neck, grounding Aki. It's strange, to feel so anxious, so out of place, but... It had been intense, in its own way. ]