Really, Akechi isn't sure what he's doing wandering the shopping district. It's not like he'll run into anyone he knows, and the cognitions are creepy as hell. He stands outside the Tatsumi Textile shop, listless...

Until Kanji walks outside and suddenly this kid's jaw drops, and he sputters out a, "K-Kanji-san—"

Only to stop because, okay. For one, this might not even be his Kanji. He can't just assume. So he he tries to shake off his stupor. Don't get your hopes up. No one else has been from his world.

"...Ah. I mean, you are Kanji Tatsumi, correct?"