It's a little annoying, damn it to hell. He didn't want to like Karasu. He didn't want to find him sympathetic. But, he tells himself, he's getting good intel here, as well as a beef bowl.

"People treat me like a prince now. At school and things. Haru-san's father did." His eyes flick sideways, a bit slyly; a bit of that distrust showing, as he remembers what the older Akechi shared. "Not that I don't like it—well, usually. But tomorrow I could have nothing. I have to be ready."