[So it takes a few hours for that red hot heat to die down, the embarrassment of the moment to pass, but none of this sits well with Ryuji. At the core, he doesn't want to be arguing. He doesn't want Achilles to be angry at him, but it just.. it fucking sucks that he's staring at the ceiling in his bed feeling like... it has to be like this. He doesn't want to stoke the fire right now, but it had felt so good and easy when he was just playing basketball with Achilles. He replays the scene over and over in his head. If the good outweighs the bad, you shouldn't give up, right?
Fuck.
He turns over in bed, wondering if this is even something he could open up to Akira about. Get a different perspective, or try it from a different angle. But it's near impossible to have that conversation without coming out and telling him about the kisses, or the way that Achilles makes absolutely nothing make sense in his life when he's talking to him. And he doesn't want to share some of those moments either- the times where Achilles had asked him to become his master. The time he found him in a church. The mission they had together.]
How come we can't work like... when we were working out on the mission together. Fuck, Sakamoto... [And he tries to scour through his brain and remember if he had actually apologized to Achilles for anything, and it.
It doesn't ring a bell.
And he replays the scene over in his head, again. And again. Until the memory of it gets both dull and crisp at the same time. He can't put himself in Achilles' shoes completely, but he wants to try, to at least understand what had pissed him off so much. It was the mention of Zeus, and Hercules. Hercules was a hero too.
Oh.
Oh.
You don't show up to a Beyonce concert wearing an Adele tshirt. He takes a deep breath in. Maybe he can try again. Leaving his capsule, he wanders around the hall. He doesn't know where Achilles' room is, but he knows he'll get to it when he hears the music.
And when he gets to it, the sound becomes full of the song and fury- and Ryuji stands at the door. What the hell was he doing? Where was this going to go?
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Fuck.
He turns over in bed, wondering if this is even something he could open up to Akira about. Get a different perspective, or try it from a different angle. But it's near impossible to have that conversation without coming out and telling him about the kisses, or the way that Achilles makes absolutely nothing make sense in his life when he's talking to him. And he doesn't want to share some of those moments either- the times where Achilles had asked him to become his master. The time he found him in a church. The mission they had together.]
How come we can't work like... when we were working out on the mission together. Fuck, Sakamoto... [And he tries to scour through his brain and remember if he had actually apologized to Achilles for anything, and it.
It doesn't ring a bell.
And he replays the scene over in his head, again. And again. Until the memory of it gets both dull and crisp at the same time. He can't put himself in Achilles' shoes completely, but he wants to try, to at least understand what had pissed him off so much. It was the mention of Zeus, and Hercules. Hercules was a hero too.
Oh.
Oh.
You don't show up to a Beyonce concert wearing an Adele tshirt. He takes a deep breath in. Maybe he can try again. Leaving his capsule, he wanders around the hall. He doesn't know where Achilles' room is, but he knows he'll get to it when he hears the music.
And when he gets to it, the sound becomes full of the song and fury- and Ryuji stands at the door. What the hell was he doing? Where was this going to go?
He knocks.]