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This is Ren Amamiya. Can't come to the phone. Leave a message.

Date: 2021-11-08 01:00 pm (UTC)
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[Akechi doesn't often wake up feeling rested or refreshed, but when his alarm starts blaring it's cheerful(?) tune, he slaps it once to silence it and extricates himself from Ren's grip. Sure, it's tempting to just stay in bed with the other man (boyfriend, Ren had said, but that still feels at once too tentative, and not nearly strong enough of a label), especially in the wake of weeks of poor sleep, but he has a routine, damn it. If he could wake up every morning to bike, jog, or go bouldering before a TV shoot, he's not going to let something like a little exhaustion and fatigue stop him now. Besides, it gives him time to think.

When he returns, it's as quietly as possible to avoid waking his roommates. He leaves a travel container of coffees from a local shop on the counter, along with a selection of the most popular pastries an equally-as-exhausted looking clerk recommended. Just as quietly, he lets himself back into his room, leaves a cup of coffee and a small paper bag on his desk, and resumes his normal morning routine as if Ren weren't even there.

Eventually he has to stop putting it off and ventures out from the bathroom, towel around his waist, hair still damp from a basic consideration not to start blow drying it until Ren was awake. He hesitates for a long moment, watching the other boy sleep, before finally venturing over and pressing a knee into the bed. The kiss he leans over and presses to the other boy's forehead is uncharacteristically soft, the touch he presses to his cheek is surprisingly gentle, but hopefully it's enough to wake him up.]

Date: 2021-11-08 01:29 pm (UTC)
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Good morning.

[It's a murmur, accompanied by a ghost of a smile that doesn't even try to compete with Ren's for brightness, but it's there nonetheless. A soft hand trails down Ren's cheek and cups it gently, even as wine-red eyes study Ren's face for any hint of lingering trauma or disquiet that could have accompanied a nightmare.

The sun is bright outside, but it had seemed bright more than once during the events of last month. He needs to know that Ren is truly awake and unharmed.]


Sleep well?

Date: 2021-11-08 01:50 pm (UTC)
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Dreamless, [he confirms. Pleasant dreams are a lot to ask for, and he rarely has those, but if he dreamed at all last night, he doesn't remember them at all. That's all he can ask for, it seems.

He exhales and shifts slightly on the bed to make it easier for Ren to wind his arms around him. It's dangerous not to be fully dressed near the other boy, but hopefully it's early enough, and he's still tired enough, not to get utterly... distracted.]


I brought you breakfast. You like spicy foods, yes?

[-Though, now he's second guessing himself. It's not like most coffee shops sell curry. Perhaps Ren only likes spice in curry, and the jalapeño-and-cheese bagel he'd bought after careful consideration of what he thought Ren's tastes to be was well off the mark.]

Date: 2021-11-08 08:14 pm (UTC)
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[He nods in the direction of the paper bag and to-go cup of coffee, pretending that the knowledge that he got something that could potentially be Ren's favorite doesn't make him want to preen.]

Just a bagel. There are pastries in the kitchen if you'd prefer that instead, but I made an educated guess as to your preferences. I'd considered a breakfast sandwich, but didn't want to wake you up too early without need.

[He cuts himself off, realizing that he's perhaps going into too much detail that Ren simply didn't ask for, as if something like this is worthy of showing off.]

Date: 2021-11-08 08:58 pm (UTC)
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Glad to hear it.

[Akechi allows himself to brush Ren's cheek with the back of his hand as he rolls out of bed, then shimmies his way past to get to his own dresser. They've seen each other in enough various states of undress that he isn't bashful about getting dressed in front of him, just mindful of his elbows in a cramped space. Sometimes (more often than he'd like), he misses the small apartment Shido's dirty money paid for. At least he had a little more space to maneuver.

He's pulling on a pair of black slacks when Ren ventures his question, turning slightly with a quirked eyebrow. The idea that Ren has to preface the actual question with a leading question is an odd one.]


Go on.

Date: 2021-11-08 09:16 pm (UTC)
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[He snorts at the unexpected question, then laughs, shaking his head. Honestly, Ren will never fail to surprise him.]

Were you truly so hurt by the revelation that my public persona was a lie? Dwelling on it even now.

[He didn't miss the sigh, and thus doesn't feel bad about leaving his slacks unbuttoned and turning to stretch himself, fingers interlocked as he stretches arms toward the ceiling.]

But I was telling the truth, then. I don't dislike sweet foods, but I certainly overplayed my tastes for them for the camera. The pastries are for the girls; I ate something already. An egg sandwich, if you must know.

[For the protein. Eating by himself has always been more about efficiency and nutrition, rather than flavor. Cost, too. If he had his way, the apartment freezer would be stocked with frozen meals, and the pantry with instant ramen.]
Edited Date: 2021-11-08 09:16 pm (UTC)

Date: 2021-11-08 09:35 pm (UTC)
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Hm.

[He releases his stretch, groaning quietly at the release of muscles recently exercised, and grabs the paper bag on his way back to the bed. He'll indulge Ren this time; normally he'd gripe about crumbs in the bedspread, but he's due to wash the sheets soon anyway.

Into Ren's grabby hands goes the bag, and he perches on the edge of the bed. If Ren wants him closer, he'll have to come to him, or pull him into himself. He isn't going to do all the work.

The question is an interesting one, though, enough that he pauses to consider it.]


You know, [he answers with a small note of curiosity,] I'm not certain that I have one. I'm quite certain I've told a magazine that I enjoy sushi, and that is true, but not to the exclusion of other foods. I suppose it truly depends on my mood.

[He shrugs a shoulder, gives Ren a smile to hide his own disquiet at the realization that he never truly thought about it.] Isn't that strange?

Date: 2021-11-08 09:52 pm (UTC)
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[Success. Akechi leans back against the other boy's solid build, humming a quiet dissent and shaking his head.]

No, not exactly. I believe I've mentioned it to you before, yes? How adults are so fixated on eating what seems appropriate that they ignore what it is they want.

[He sighs and closes his eyes, mentally reviewing his finances before shaking his head again. Minor indulgences like buying pastries at a cafe aside, the kind of money for hopping around expensive restaurants is out of the question right now.]

There's no need for that. It's more cost-effective to make your own food, yes? And you enjoy such things.

[A beat of hesitation, then he sighs, and almost grudgingly adds,] I... enjoy the food you make, as well.

[One of the things he'd been thinking about last night, and into this morning after waking up. Expressing himself to Ren, while he has the chance.]

Date: 2021-11-08 10:09 pm (UTC)
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There's no need for that.

[It's something like a feeling of inadequacy, to admit that he relies on Ren for a home-cooked meal. But Ren already knows that about him, has known for quite a while. And really, Akechi did rip the other boy apart and that still isn't enough to drive him away. An inability to cook isn't going to do it.

The grin that rises to his lips is pure self-satisfaction when Ren exclaims that the bagel is delicious. Again, it stings a little that all he can do is buy something for the other boy, instead of cooking something himself, but it still feels good to provide even a half-measure of what Ren gives to him daily.]


It came highly recommended. I'd be rather offended if you didn't enjoy it.

Date: 2021-11-08 10:18 pm (UTC)
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Perhaps.

[His throat closes up for a moment as he tries to work out what he wants to say. Ren does always have a habit of derailing his thoughts and forcing him to reevaluate his plans.

He does take a piece of the offered bagel, tearing off a small chunk for himself rather than taking the whole thing, and finally continues,]
To be honest... being able to share a meal with someone, let alone a home-cooked one, is still a novel concept. My mother worked very long hours, after all, and it was much easier for her to give me a few hundred yen for convenience store meals than cook. It was a special occasion if ever she was able to.

What I'm trying to say is, I don't take your efforts for granted.

Date: 2021-11-08 10:43 pm (UTC)
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Good.

[He sighs through his nose with some relief and allows himself to rest more fully back against Ren's chest, slouching somewhat to get comfortable. When Ren's finished eating, they'll have to resume the day as usual, but until then, he can bask in the other boy's warmth, and yes, presence, a little longer.

Ren deserves better, but who the fuck is he to sit here and bemoan that when he can try to actively be someone who deserves Ren? An unending task, to be sure, because he refuses to change for Ren's sake, but... still. He can put in the effort. Ren deserves that much.

He pops the bit of bagel in his mouth almost as an afterthought, and makes the mistake of biting directly into one of the chopped-up jalapeños. He jolts bolt-upright with a snarl and covers his mouth. It's spicy! (it's really not)]


Fuck!

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