Honestly, Akira was used to being alone with Jun. He looked up to the older woman like a Mother, even if she was more like a little sister in retrospect. The two of them were alone often, and it felt okay, like his home.

Until.. you came around. You were loud, overbearing. He doesn't know when your presence became a part of the rundown house, but he both hated it, and loved it.

You filled every peaceful silence with your eager rambling. You'd hang over his shoulder, watching him cook with a sense of excitement, or you'd converse with Jun about her new theories.

You fit right in, and it was weird, because now he was cooking food for three and getting unnaturally nervous around you. What the hell had gotten into him? Seriously? All Akira needed was Jun, not anyone new. He doesn't get this feeling, not at all.

Now, he finds himself dragging you away from Jun just to spend more time with you. Akira doesn't know what's gotten into him, seriously.

"Come try this." He curtly drags you away from the research Jun was buried in, and towards the kitchen. "I need your opinion."