Akira pauses, Akechi’s lack of questioning catching him off guard for just a fraction of a second. The grin flickers, but only for a heartbeat, before it curves into something softer, something closer to genuine amusement.

“Huh,” he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for Akechi to catch. He chuckles, more to himself than anyone else, his hands still tucked casually into his hoodie pockets. “You are actually staying.”

He doesn’t elaborate on the statement, doesn’t prod or demand an explanation. Instead, he lets the silence stretch just long enough to feel weighty before breaking it with a low laugh. “Makes sense I guess- you arrived from April. You are yet to run into me...if there is a version of me in your world."

His gaze slides across the room, landing on the dartboard mounted on the wall. His expression shifts, a flicker of mischief lighting up his features.

He gestures at the dartboard with a tilt of his head, his grin widening. “So,” he begins, his tone light and playful, "Wanna play darts?"

Akira’s grin widens, his voice dropping to a teasing lilt with his hands raised up. “Promise I won’t shoot the board.”