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[. . .]

[slowly, just to make sure he is understanding the situation correctly, the gears in his brain turning. give him kudos for keeping his voice perfectly even, despite the way his stomach suddenly broils]

So. . . you're saying. . .

Your soul is being used as a buffer between humanity's cries for death and the being who would bring them death. . . because humanity's hearts won't change?

[... He slowly tilts his head, smile soft.]

... For now. Humanity's hearts will change... eventually. I really do believe in that.

But until then--yeah. That's where my soul's going to stay.

[. . . . . . . .]

Of course they'll change. Because I'll be the one to change them.

[for such a powerful declaration, Akira's voice is. . . surprisingly soft. something barely above a whisper. his words, however, are spoken firmly. with a sort of defiant determination that only Joker, only the Trickster, only the one who stole humanity's desires to free them from not one, not two, but three malevolent gods could muster up]

[he reaches out to grab at Minato's shirt again, though this time his grip isn't quite as tight]

I'll steal their hearts. Everyone's hearts. . . so there won't be a need for you to act as that buffer anymore.

And when I do that-- [a sharp inhale] You can go home.

[ ... That... finally shakes Minato from his quiet serenity. His lips part, eyes widening a little as he stares at Akira over his gripped shirt and-- ]

What?

That's not...

[ And again, as little more than a whisper: ]

... What?

[just as fiercely as earlier]

You heard me.

[his grip tightens]

So you don't get to throw your life away here because you think you're disposable.

You will have something to return home to. I promise you, Minato.

I'll make sure of it.

[ there's a long, long pause in response--and then slowly, Minato looks away, overwhelmed by the fierceness in Akira's gaze, and the intensity of the promise he's making him.

He'd never...never once considered that someone would ever offer something like that.

And eventually... he manages a shaky, huffed out breath, almost but not quite a laugh. ]

... I don't know what to say. That's such a... [ wonderful, warm, affectionate, fierce-- ] ... crazy thing to offer.

[. . . ha. Akira mirrors that laugh, equally as breathless]

People have said I can be pretty crazy, you know? Reckless even.

But I don't do things halfway.

[so, be it crazy or reckless or whatever, Akira will find a way. he has to. for the sake of this stupid idiot that he's come to think of so fondly, just to give him a reason to care about himself, about his life, about his future again]

[ Minato can't help but wonder--why him? Why like this? Why--

Isn't it just that Akira's so very, very Akira, and that he would do this for anyone? Probably. That's what they do as Wild Cards.

But... part of Minato, deep in his heart... feels endless gratitude that it's him Akira's making this offer to. That it's him Akira so fiercely wants to save.

He's not prepared to think too deeply on that. Instead, he closes his eyes, and then leans in a bit until he can prop his chin on Akira's shoulder, leaning in for what's half a hug and half just...slumping against him. ]

... Somehow... when you say it like that... I can't help but believe in you.

[ah. . .]

[Minato settles warm against Akira's shoulder, and Akira. . . he freezes, albeit only slightly. despite having initiated a hug with Minato back when they had accidentally shared memories, physical contact was still not something he was used to, so. . . it takes a few moments for his brain to catch up]

[. . .]

[and then it does, and he rests one arm loosely around Minato's back, fingers falling from the front of the other wild card's shirt again]

[. . .]

Good.

[quietly, almost a little bit like a deflated balloon]

If you can't believe in anything else, then. . . believe in me. Okay?

[ He's just going to lean for a moment, don't mind him. ]

... I think... that I do believe in you.

[ ... A swallow. ]

But Akira--I did choose this. I... made this choice, and I'm okay with it. I don't want you to get the wrong idea about that.

[that's okay!! he can lean!! Akira finds himself leaning a little bit too, some of the tension in his back easing the longer the hug continues]

I'm not. I understand that you chose it.

But that doesn't make it fair.

[Akira chose to go to jail to protect his friends, didn't he? and that wasn't fair]

[ ... He breathes out a slow sigh. ]

Yeah... I guess that's true, huh...?

[ ... ]

In that case... If I can be a little selfish...

[ And in no more than a whisper: ]

I'd really like to live... just a little bit longer.

[god. what the hell is he supposed to say to that? what can he say when he feels his heart crack from the unfairness of it all? fuck. why does the world take advantage of good people? how horrible is it that someone as. . . as kind, and thoughtful, and loving as Minato had to give up his life to protect a society that probably didn't even know his name??]

[. . .]

[the hug tightens as Akira winds both arms around Minato's back now, pulling the other wild card as closely as he can as he buries his face against Minato's shoulder]

[ Minato lingers in that hug for a long, long moment... and then he breathes out a quiet sigh, this one calmer, and reaches up to gently pat Akira's hair. ]

It's okay.

I'm okay. Regardless of what happens, I lived the best life I could, I think. And I don't regret the choice I made.

But... thanks. For feeling so strongly on my behalf. It really does mean a lot to me.

[another hiss]

And you'll have plenty more life to live when we get out of here.

[just. . . because he wants Minato to know that this is non-negotiable. at least, it is for him]

Besides. . . you promised me you'd show me Iwatodai.

Can't have you going back on that now, can I?

[ Minato finally straightens, pulling back enough that he can meet Akira's eye, his expression wistful and fond all at once. ]

... Yeah. I'll do my best to keep it.

I still really want to show you my home, after all.

[Akira draws back when Minato does, resting his hands against the other wild card's shoulders as he too meets gray with gray. and there's something-- there's something about that expression, the softness of Minato's features, the gentle curve of his lips. . .]

[he feels his cheeks heat up, his heart flutter slightly in his chest like a tiny little butterfly, and draws his hands away]

Yeah, exactly.

[PLAY IT COOL, KURUSU!!!]

Iiiii can't go visiting Iwatodai without a trusty tour guide, can I?

[ Akira plays it much too cool for Minato to notice.

Or.

Maybe Minato's just still overwhelmed and reeling from Akira's declarations. Yeah. It's probably that. Because Minato just rubs at his face with a hand, and while the smile lingers, he does seem a little overwhelmed. ]

I think you'd manage somehow, but... you wouldn't see the Iwatodai I see, you know?

And I want to go to the cafe you live in, too. Maybe we can do an exchange... someday.

Not "maybe."

[he's honestly going to correct Minato EVERY TIME he speaks in what-ifs. for Akira? it's all a certainty, not a what-if]

Definitely. One day, we'll both have the chance to see the world from the other's perspective.

[ Akira... is cute. ]

... Right. Definitely.

[ Ha. ]

You know, Akira... you're pretty spectacular.

I'm--

[NO THAT'S NOT FAIR, MINATO'S NOT ALLOWED TO TAKE HIM OFF GUARD LIKE THIS]

I'm not, really. I'm really not.

[ His lips twitch a bit. ]

You want me to not think of my to-be-savior as amazing? That sounds impossible to me.

[OH NO]

[he turns red again, automatically ducking his head in an instinctive attempt to hide it]

What? No. I'm not-- I'm definitely not a savior.

[ QUIRKS AN EYEBROW. ]

... You're a savior to me. Already... you are.

Because you're already giving me hope that... I didn't have before.

[opens his mouth]

[closes it again]

[. . . opens his mouth. . .]

[he has no words. honestly. there's nothing he can say that would express how that statement made him feel]

. . . Minato. . .

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