[He stares at the screen, that hauntingly void look he'd used back on Shido's ship on his face. An empty expression that ironically highlighted Akechi's boiling fury and vehement fury behind a cold, distant mask. The calm before the storm, made into an expression.
And then Kurusu says that he cares.
He grins. His shoulders shake a little. A cackle starts to erupt from him—
He's stopped, a hand over his mouth.
He glares at the boy, hand immediately coming up to swat the arm away. He's not laughing anymore. Instead, that maniacal smile has been replaced with a searing glare. Promptly, he stands and starts to move for the door.
If he had fucking cared then he would have done something about it before it was far too late. If he had fucking cared, Akira wouldn't have taken the knowledge of Akechi's orders and used it to utterly deceive him.
If he had fucking cared then Akechi wouldn't have died.]
his feelings are complicated and hate boner happens to be an accurate way to describe them
And then Kurusu says that he cares.
He grins. His shoulders shake a little. A cackle starts to erupt from him—
He's stopped, a hand over his mouth.
He glares at the boy, hand immediately coming up to swat the arm away. He's not laughing anymore. Instead, that maniacal smile has been replaced with a searing glare. Promptly, he stands and starts to move for the door.
If he had fucking cared then he would have done something about it before it was far too late. If he had fucking cared, Akira wouldn't have taken the knowledge of Akechi's orders and used it to utterly deceive him.
If he had fucking cared then Akechi wouldn't have died.]