[Akira had made sure to check in on Akechi's condition during the near two weeks he was out, but admittedly most of his time had been spent outdoors, patrolling the Invincible perimeter. it's fortunate that his late-game injury (the broken arm and cracked ribs) has kind of relegated him to bed rest for the past few days. he isn't happy about it, since he feels like there are so many other things he should be doing right now to help the other citizens of Beacon. but. . . he has to manage]
[and it is when Akira is shuffling back to his own room from a brief coffee break (his write arm wrapped in a splint and resting in a sling) that he hears the loud thumping noises of someone stirring in Akechi's room]
[immediately, Akira bolts towards said rooma nd flings the door open with his good arm, blinking blearily at the splotch of white crouched in the middle of the room]
A. . . [he trails off, and relief totally fills his tone] Akechi?
here we go!!
[and it is when Akira is shuffling back to his own room from a brief coffee break (his write arm wrapped in a splint and resting in a sling) that he hears the loud thumping noises of someone stirring in Akechi's room]
[immediately, Akira bolts towards said rooma nd flings the door open with his good arm, blinking blearily at the splotch of white crouched in the middle of the room]
A. . . [he trails off, and relief totally fills his tone] Akechi?
[HE'S AWAKE!!]