| [for a good while, akari actually regrets inviting kaworu over to his home. it's not because of anything kaworu did. it's just that if his parents happen to come home early and see him with another boy in the house, they're going to assume the worst — even though, well, what the hell were they expecting sending him to an all-boys' school anyway? — and even if they don't come home, the neighbors might say something. someone from his old middle school might be walking by. any number of scenarios might come up.
and it's not that akari's worried about himself. it's just that he's not entirely certain that kaworu would understand what was going on — and that's worse, somehow, than if he understood and hated akari for it.
anyway, all those considerations go out the window when he opens the front door and finds kaworu just... there. in their school uniform. does he not have anything else to wear? akari wonders. he... might not, actually. kaworu's never given off the impression of someone who doesn't have enough money to buy clothes — in fact, akari suspects, he might be the kind of guy who has too much money, and substitutes coin for common sense — but they've never really talked about that kind of thing. when they're together with all of the other guys, there's not a lot of time to get into details about personal life, or personal wealth, or matters of the heart.]
Hey.
[he stands aside a little to let kaworu in. akari himself is dressed as though he plans to go out: a t-shirt, a cardigan, jeans. socks, no shoes. they're not nearly close enough that akari would greet kaworu nagisa in his pajamas, but, well, it probably wouldn't have mattered to kaworu even if he did. his brow furrows at the additional bag in kaworu's hands; a long frond of pink plastic leaves is sticking out of its opening.]
What's all that for? |
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