[having the question turned back on him makes akira pause a bit, but right as he's about to respond, he hears a voice calling out some distance away in the crowd. a familiar voice.
"ren? that you?"
akira stiffens, gaze casting about to find the source. then, nearby, in the distance, there's a boy his age with brown hair, stylishly gelled. his ears are pierced, and he's clad in a pea coat that flatters his athletic form. the kind of guy who'd attract attention in a crowd, from the way some girls nearby are looking at him, whispering excitedly.
the kind of guy who's been on tv a few times before, with the debut of luminous' latest boy group.
as if he hasn't seen, akira lets his gaze slide away, and then he firmly takes hold of sunny's wrist, putting conscious effort into not squeezing too hard, and guides them through the crowd, away from the boy.
"oi, ren—don't you dare run away from me, not like last time—"
too late. a gaggle of teenagers meanders into the spaces between, blocking the boy off from pursuing, and akira determinedly leads sunny toward one of the food stands. for all his quick reaction, the only thing betraying how he's feeling is how white his knuckles are on his other hand, the one that isn't touching sunny, and the slight wince in his expression.]
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"ren? that you?"
akira stiffens, gaze casting about to find the source. then, nearby, in the distance, there's a boy his age with brown hair, stylishly gelled. his ears are pierced, and he's clad in a pea coat that flatters his athletic form. the kind of guy who'd attract attention in a crowd, from the way some girls nearby are looking at him, whispering excitedly.
the kind of guy who's been on tv a few times before, with the debut of luminous' latest boy group.
as if he hasn't seen, akira lets his gaze slide away, and then he firmly takes hold of sunny's wrist, putting conscious effort into not squeezing too hard, and guides them through the crowd, away from the boy.
"oi, ren—don't you dare run away from me, not like last time—"
too late. a gaggle of teenagers meanders into the spaces between, blocking the boy off from pursuing, and akira determinedly leads sunny toward one of the food stands. for all his quick reaction, the only thing betraying how he's feeling is how white his knuckles are on his other hand, the one that isn't touching sunny, and the slight wince in his expression.]
...Wanna try the takoyaki? My treat.