"What do you have that I don't?!" Akechi screamed at you. He wasn't sure if he wanted to do this, but he still kept the gun pointed at your head.

"I am a celebrity! An ace detective?! So how do you have things I don't?!" Akechi's voice cracked. He couldn't handle all of the feelings had for you.

"What makes you better than me?! My grades, my image, my everything, I have kept perfect, but you somehow things I'll never have! Even if I clawed and kicked to take them from you, you still would have those memories, memories I'll Never have!" Akechi was tearing up. He wanted you dead so bad, yet he couldn't, like if something was holding him back.

"Akechi I-" He immanently shut you up before you could even get a word out. He shot right next to your head. If he had wanted to, he would've killed you. But he didn't, he couldn't, not right now.

"Shut up! I don't wanna here a single word come from your lowlife piece of trash mouth!" If he just thought about it long enough, he could kill you, right? If he just thought about it hard enough, he could kill you. But he couldn't, he just couldn't see himself hurting you. he felt weak. Pathetic. He couldn't do it.