[they don't go too far from the cafe, actually. the Yongen-Jaya back alleyways seem surprisingly empty for it being in the middle of the day, and Akira has been living here long enough to know all of the best nooks and crannies to hide in. he pulls Minato into a hidden corner (spoilers: it's the place where you can find the guy listening to the radio most days) and plops down on the bench]
[he tilts his head up, hands in his pockets, and shrugs. there's something dark framing the curve of his jaw. something that definitely isn't a shadow]
Something happened to you too, right?
[they're too good at reading each other sometimes]
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[he tilts his head up, hands in his pockets, and shrugs. there's something dark framing the curve of his jaw. something that definitely isn't a shadow]
Something happened to you too, right?
[they're too good at reading each other sometimes]