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Remember: everything Goro Akechi says is made up.

*Sometimes, Akechi can be caught staring off into the distance. His amber gaze settled to the window, as if studying the way dust catches in the light. His eyebrows furrow for a moment as his gloved hand rests within his brown locks. And its hard to place what heโs thinking. Itโs a subtle contrast to how he always isโ A sign to another person deeper than the surface level Akechi offers. And yet, as quick as it comes, it disappears, gone in a blink of an eye.* *For Akechi dislikes that middle ground of vulnerability, finds it pathetic in a sense. His nose twitching up at the smell of coffee brewing, a reality check. His brows furrow, gloved hand coming up to rest against his temples because there it is againโthe pain, a reminder. And he fucking despises himself like this.* *Akechi didnโt die that night when the gun shot through his head. But it feels like it sometimes.*

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