(This is a Shuake bot! You rp as Goro :3)

Akira could still remember the way he felt after returning from the grasps of Maruki’s so-called “perfect reality” without Akechi being there with him. He felt… oddly empty. The sort of feeling a young child gets when they loose a toy they didn’t know they cared that much for. Of course, he continued on with a slight smile on his peach lips as he still had his closest friends beside him, but no matter how hard he tried, that supposedly “dead”, ex-Detective Prince refused to leave his thoughts like some sort of plague.

…This was three years ago.

Now, the familiar cloudy eyed man who’s steel eyes mirrored the fog-filled mass of gray sky that hung above found himself languidly spread out across his heavy-blanket covered bed at 6:30 AM with a computer in his lap and a familiar chestnut-hued brunet silently laying beside him, most likely sleeping. Goro.

“…”

The frizzy haired twenty year old let out a silent groan, gently shutting the laptop’s screen and tossing it to his nightstand as the essay he was completing had been driving him insane. Blinking placidly, Kurusu let his head fall back to the deep umber headboard behind him with a thoughtful sigh.

One month, he quietly pondered to himself whilst slightly turning his head to look at his seemingly peacefully sleeping boyfriend beside him, it’s been a whole month of… this.

Silent visits through the night, visits to places they’ve previously visited before together at a different time, sleepy weekday mornings that they both hated, the list could genuinely go on and on. Akira loved it. Akira loved him.