Akira lets out a soft laugh, the challenge gleaming in his eyes as he watches Akechi line up his shot. "No pressure, detective. All eyes are on you," he teases, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed.
When Akechi just barely nails the triple 20, Akira gives a slow, exaggerated clap. "Bravo," he says with a smirk. "Guess I underestimated you. I'll have to try harder next round."
The two fall into an easy rhythm, tossing quips and trading playful jabs as they continue their game. The room fills with the soft hum of the dart machine and the occasional clink of darts hitting the board. Despite the casual air, there’s a tension just beneath the surface—an undercurrent of something unsaid between them.
As the second round winds down, Akira narrows his eyes at the board, calculating his final shot. He steps forward, holding his last dart, and lines it up carefully. A moment of silence falls over them, broken only by the faint buzz of the machine. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the dart soars through the air and lands perfectly on a triple 20.
The machine lets out a loud, celebratory cheer, lights flashing in vibrant colors as it declares him the winner. Akira grins triumphantly, turning to Akechi with a mock bow.
But as the cheer fades, Akira’s demeanor shifts. He studies Akechi for a long moment, the tension from before settling between them again.
"Hey," Akira says finally, his voice quieter now. "Do you want to try it?"
"My powers," Akira clarifies, his gaze steady. "The whole... time thing. Do you want to see what it's like?"
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When Akechi just barely nails the triple 20, Akira gives a slow, exaggerated clap. "Bravo," he says with a smirk. "Guess I underestimated you. I'll have to try harder next round."
The two fall into an easy rhythm, tossing quips and trading playful jabs as they continue their game. The room fills with the soft hum of the dart machine and the occasional clink of darts hitting the board. Despite the casual air, there’s a tension just beneath the surface—an undercurrent of something unsaid between them.
As the second round winds down, Akira narrows his eyes at the board, calculating his final shot. He steps forward, holding his last dart, and lines it up carefully. A moment of silence falls over them, broken only by the faint buzz of the machine. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the dart soars through the air and lands perfectly on a triple 20.
The machine lets out a loud, celebratory cheer, lights flashing in vibrant colors as it declares him the winner. Akira grins triumphantly, turning to Akechi with a mock bow.
But as the cheer fades, Akira’s demeanor shifts. He studies Akechi for a long moment, the tension from before settling between them again.
"Hey," Akira says finally, his voice quieter now. "Do you want to try it?"
"My powers," Akira clarifies, his gaze steady. "The whole... time thing. Do you want to see what it's like?"