"Is that what he likes to go in for?" And he rests back on the couch, turning the page of the magazine at last, with a curiously arched eyebrow. "... Goodness me."

It's his counterpart at about 16, neither Raven nor Crow, in an old-fashioned high school uniform. There's a birthday cake in front of him and, for some reason, a pair of pink felt cat ears on his head. Akechi's face closes back up.