[They are in a bedroom. And Ryuji's got some weird ideas for what constitutes as foreplay.
(It's a joke. ...About half of it is a joke.)
Truth be told very little of this would've been ushered into the hallowed pages of Akira's own textbook for maintaining human friendships, especially before a few weeks ago, but then again, that book wasn't particularly lengthy or well-illustrated. After all, he couldn't say he held too many close friends besides Ryo and Miki; all of the others seemed to fall into the realm of proximal acquaintances (many of which he picked up just by hanging around the latter at school and at track). Between Ryuji and himself, it probably just would've progressed to him sending him stupid text messages in the middle of the night, but then Ryuji's friend had to shit-talk Akira's friend, and now here they are.
It's kinda stupid but, well, so is Akira, sometimes.
A hn sort of sound comes from his throat, like a grin transmitted into an audible format.] Aw, stop. You'll make me blush. [He's too busy enjoying the construction of the situation to do something like that, but he's just having fun with how much Ryuji's willing to play along.
But Ryuji's little gambit, though... come on, dude. You have to know Akira would've been expecting something like that, right? He remains resolute, his chin tilting up a bit in challenge.] You gonna sing me a song or somethin' first? C'mon, Ryuji.
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(It's a joke. ...About half of it is a joke.)
Truth be told very little of this would've been ushered into the hallowed pages of Akira's own textbook for maintaining human friendships, especially before a few weeks ago, but then again, that book wasn't particularly lengthy or well-illustrated. After all, he couldn't say he held too many close friends besides Ryo and Miki; all of the others seemed to fall into the realm of proximal acquaintances (many of which he picked up just by hanging around the latter at school and at track). Between Ryuji and himself, it probably just would've progressed to him sending him stupid text messages in the middle of the night, but then Ryuji's friend had to shit-talk Akira's friend, and now here they are.
It's kinda stupid but, well, so is Akira, sometimes.
A hn sort of sound comes from his throat, like a grin transmitted into an audible format.] Aw, stop. You'll make me blush. [He's too busy enjoying the construction of the situation to do something like that, but he's just having fun with how much Ryuji's willing to play along.
But Ryuji's little gambit, though... come on, dude. You have to know Akira would've been expecting something like that, right? He remains resolute, his chin tilting up a bit in challenge.] You gonna sing me a song or somethin' first? C'mon, Ryuji.