[footsteps on pavement 2]

Every single time they left Shujin together, Ryuji found himself walking in step with Akira. There was something about how the brunet moved so fluidly by his side, occupying all the space that Ryuji never bothered filling before. It was comforting, safe- warm.

But there was also something about how, once in a while, the brunet's eyes would cloud over as Ryuji chattered away. He'd look through the rain at a busy sidewalk. He'd sigh.

And then, once in a while, his eyes would swing back to Ryuji- dark, hooded.

In those moments, Ryuji's mouth would dry up. He'd freeze, no longer safe- yet, warmer.