[Akira's expression softens when the thread of tension snaps, and Ichigo pushes himself forward to pull him into a proper hug. he returns it wholeheartedly and without restraint, grip tight and warm and snug. the height difference is definitely something to get used to, but. . .]
[well. Akira doesn't mind it. he doesn't really mind the way those words bring a spring of warmth in his chest, either. god. it was almost funny how a murder school could nurture and grow confidants-- and feelings-- so quickly]
[the last part puts a bit of a damper on the warmth of this hug, but Akira keeps his smile, even though it turns a bit lopsided. a bit rueful. Akira himself had been so damn focused on getting everyone out that what Ichigo's speaks of hadn't even crossed his mind. but now that it's there?]
[he isn't naive. he's determined, and stubborn, but not stupid. he knows none of them can make a promise to not die. not here]
You can't let fear hold you back, Ichigo.
[he mumbles, nose pressed against the taller boy's shoulder]
It's all right to be afraid. But we need to keep fighting.
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[well. Akira doesn't mind it. he doesn't really mind the way those words bring a spring of warmth in his chest, either. god. it was almost funny how a murder school could nurture and grow confidants-- and feelings-- so quickly]
[the last part puts a bit of a damper on the warmth of this hug, but Akira keeps his smile, even though it turns a bit lopsided. a bit rueful. Akira himself had been so damn focused on getting everyone out that what Ichigo's speaks of hadn't even crossed his mind. but now that it's there?]
[he isn't naive. he's determined, and stubborn, but not stupid. he knows none of them can make a promise to not die. not here]
You can't let fear hold you back, Ichigo.
[he mumbles, nose pressed against the taller boy's shoulder]
It's all right to be afraid. But we need to keep fighting.