The fine hairs on the nape of his neck prickle in subtle warning as Akechi takes a step closer, bridging the gap that yawns open between them. Akira watches. Though it’s no easy feat, he does his best to maintain a nonchalant façade, to not betray just how on edge he feels. If he’s successful, it won’t be the first time that he’s managed to dupe Akechi. Unfortunately, unlike when the Phantom Thieves enacted the plan, he hasn’t had weeks in advance to mentally and emotionally prepare himself. Akira only has an immature, boyish pride to lose in this scenario, at least. So what if Akechi sees through him?

Limitless is branded like a shackle of ink around that pale wrist. It’s not surprising. There was almost no other possibility, really. Even after the tattoo has been hidden once more beneath a sleeve, Akira stares at Akechi’s arm in thoughtful consideration. The facts so far… They’re the paired unit, Limitless. Akechi is the Fighter to Akira’s Sacrifice. But what does this mean for them? Well, that’s probably dependent on Akechi. The other boy doesn’t currently seem interested in putting a hole through Akira’s head. That’s a start.

“I have an idea,” he replies, purposefully vague. After a moment, his tail slides away from his own wrist, which he holds up for inspection. Fair’s fair. Still hidden up his other sleeve, the steak knife has warmed up to his body temperature. “Ready to move on?”

Or do we have more to discuss? he doesn’t ask. Given their instructions for the night, Akira’s not sure if now is the right time to open that particular can of worms.