[One of the superpowers Akira had had even before he'd gotten this whole devilman thing going on was that he was nearly impossible to fluster past a certain point. It came part and parcel with the whole-hearted self-acceptance thing he had going on. Then the devilman thing certainly hadn't helped, only deeply exacerbating his completely and naturally unabashed nature. All of this having been said, it just made it fun to get under others' skin in a similar way, just because he held onto a personal immunity of it being flipped back towards him.

So, yeah, watching Ren squirm a little under the scrutiny was pretty great. It's just about all the revenge Akira really needed, besides showing Ryuji who wasn't going to be bested in schoolyard physical challenges. He grins, the expression a wide and toothy one.]

Just 'cuz we got eyes, dude.

[What, he's allowed to talk about that stuff, right? They're three gorgeous Japanese guys. Might as well just accept that now.

His attention is tugged violently back to Ryuji at the snipe, though.] Hey! [He says in sharp exclamation, feigning to bristle.] I don't think you got any say over what my league is, Ryuji.

[Is he?

Is he? (;

As far as the three of them are concerned, no, he is not. We don't need any more animosity between Ren and Ryo, after all.]

Alright, well, don't let me stop you guys. [Akira says it with a grandiose shrug of his broad shoulders, stuffing his hands into his pockets and breezing past the two of them, tangled in one another as they are, with all of the nonchalance in the world. He shoots a glance at them over his shoulder, eyes glinting.] I'll leave ya to it.

[And then he strolls out of the room and on his way, feeling as though he's the victor in all of this, somehow. Regardless of how much truth there is to that.]