You didn't dodge it this time, Ren wants to say, for the sake of his pride more than anything, since he's pretty sure Akira took the hit on purpose. But then—Ren recoils instinctively as Akira becomes something else, something that has him snarling and reaching for his knife as his mask flashes onto his face again—

And then he's just fucking gone.

Ren stares at the ceiling. "What the hell is your problem," he says to the absent Akira. "Fucking psycho." His heart is still pounding.

With a sigh, he sheaths his dagger and pulls out his phone. No going home to brood just yet. He has a long day of sitting around ahead of him.