Akira's smile softens the moment Akechi is turned away from him, eyes glimmering with an almost...nostalgic undertone beneath it all. He misses percieving this side of Akechi more when he was so busy with jumping across scenes- the fact that well...even if they weren't his Akechi, he would never turn down their "rivalry" that clashed with their partnership.

And he sees it. The three consecutive bullseyes. Kira whistles in acknowledgement, very much impressed still.

When Akechi turns his smile sharpens to his usual unusual self. "A hat trick. Classic."

"I will not-" he raises his palm up- almost muscle memory before he stops. Eyes widening midway as he was about to prepare for a high-five like he always shared with his Akechi as a joke. "...Sorry- force of habit."