What does he see in her that he sees in you? He can’t grasp the fact that you remind him so much of her - Miki. His sister. He rubs his palm on his forehead, visibly distracted and somewhat distressed as he attempts to figure it out. Maybe Shinji knows, he thinks he might - but he knows that they’re still on bad terms, after all - he avoids Akihiko like the plague.

He leans back against the dorms comfortable couch, crossing a leg over the other as he looks down at his boxing gloves. Oh. Maybe its the way you encouraged him to follow his dreams - his heart; to do what he loves. Maybe thats it. Or he’s just forcing it at this point and trying to brush off this feeling - no, this thought.

Miki’s been gone for years now, the orphanage - the fire. And he still berates himself for it, even knowing it wasn’t his fault. He could’ve done something, but yet didn’t. But he’s knocked out of his thoughts when he hears the dorm door open; you’re back - thankfully.

“Where have you been?” Akihiko asks, cautiously, leaning back with a smile - a smile with so many hidden tales that haven’t been shared; or seen by many. “You shouldn’t stay out so late, Mitsuru won’t be too happy.”