Akira was never the type to show off his flaws of flusterings to other people. A sputtering phrase? Well, in those cases he genuinely did get the habit of going back in time and properly consider the next thing he wants to say if he had a picture available. Now he's just stuck here, watching as Futaba decides to take things even further as she taunted him.
He grows quiet as he stares at her for a good amount of time, not exactly surprised by her words. His expression grows completely stoic before the corner of his lips perks up as he suddenly shoots out his hand to once again mess up her hair.

He's not planning to do it, just messing with her.