His eyes widen in surprise as he sees this Akechi literally return his gesture- their hands still hanging off in the air for a brief set of seconds as the other throws the question at him.
“…I’m not going to get time traveled or something if we high five, right?”
The words make Akira pause, his eyes meeting Akechi’s as if to gauge whether the question was genuine or just deadpan humor. He doesn’t answer immediately; instead, a snort escapes him, low and amused. His grin returns in full force, sharp and mischievous, as he wordlessly brings his palm forward to meet Akechi’s gloved one with a loud, satisfying clap.
For a moment, Akira holds the connection, leaning slightly closer as if sharing a great cosmic secret.
“There,” he says, voice light with mock gravity. “You have now time traveled 69 years into the future.” His grin only widens as he pulls his hand back, the glint in his eyes daring Akechi to take the comment seriously.
Akira straightens, his tone shifting to a faux-professorial cadence. “Don’t worry,” he adds with a wink. “The time resonant theory won’t work with you. It only triggers if you have the specific power set. My Akechi used to have it—worked like a charm because it triggered a unique chemical reaction when he overthought everything. Poor guy.”
He waves his hand lazily as he steps past Akechi, heading toward the dartboard to grab his own set of darts. “And, for the record, there’s no photo in play here, so we’re safe,” he says, almost as an afterthought.
For a moment, Akira’s pace slows, his grin dimming into something more contemplative. He taps the end of one dart against the tips of his fingers, his brows knitting together as if an idea had begun brewing in the back of his mind.
“I really had to convince my Akechi to high-five me, though,” he says suddenly, the words carrying a hint of nostalgia. “Like, really had to convince him. This—” he gestures between himself and Akechi with a faint smirk, “this is a first across all the timelines. Well, aside from one… but you guys usually act like you’re allergic to being remotely fun. Real grandpa energy.”
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“…I’m not going to get time traveled or something if we high five, right?”
The words make Akira pause, his eyes meeting Akechi’s as if to gauge whether the question was genuine or just deadpan humor. He doesn’t answer immediately; instead, a snort escapes him, low and amused. His grin returns in full force, sharp and mischievous, as he wordlessly brings his palm forward to meet Akechi’s gloved one with a loud, satisfying clap.
For a moment, Akira holds the connection, leaning slightly closer as if sharing a great cosmic secret.
“There,” he says, voice light with mock gravity. “You have now time traveled 69 years into the future.” His grin only widens as he pulls his hand back, the glint in his eyes daring Akechi to take the comment seriously.
Akira straightens, his tone shifting to a faux-professorial cadence. “Don’t worry,” he adds with a wink. “The time resonant theory won’t work with you. It only triggers if you have the specific power set. My Akechi used to have it—worked like a charm because it triggered a unique chemical reaction when he overthought everything. Poor guy.”
He waves his hand lazily as he steps past Akechi, heading toward the dartboard to grab his own set of darts. “And, for the record, there’s no photo in play here, so we’re safe,” he says, almost as an afterthought.
For a moment, Akira’s pace slows, his grin dimming into something more contemplative. He taps the end of one dart against the tips of his fingers, his brows knitting together as if an idea had begun brewing in the back of his mind.
“I really had to convince my Akechi to high-five me, though,” he says suddenly, the words carrying a hint of nostalgia. “Like, really had to convince him. This—” he gestures between himself and Akechi with a faint smirk, “this is a first across all the timelines. Well, aside from one… but you guys usually act like you’re allergic to being remotely fun. Real grandpa energy.”