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week two ♡ thursday ♡ nino
[it's kind of cruel, really.
the second the smell hit his nose, akira knew it had to be bullshit—sojiro's curry, that familiar smell—there's no way it could be on this deathtrap island unless he made it himself.
and yet every time he opened his eyes, he could see it on one of leblanc's dishes, coating the rice, piping hot. closing his eyes almost seemed to mitigate the scent wafting into his nose.
almost.
so akira is letting out an agitated groan, flopping back onto the sound and just muttering in annoyance:]
This is hell. This place has to be hell.
the second the smell hit his nose, akira knew it had to be bullshit—sojiro's curry, that familiar smell—there's no way it could be on this deathtrap island unless he made it himself.
and yet every time he opened his eyes, he could see it on one of leblanc's dishes, coating the rice, piping hot. closing his eyes almost seemed to mitigate the scent wafting into his nose.
almost.
so akira is letting out an agitated groan, flopping back onto the sound and just muttering in annoyance:]
This is hell. This place has to be hell.
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You're right. I'm not going to give up... for her sake, I can't.
[he's never given up before, so he certainly doesn't want to start now.
his confidence is just oddly shaken in ways it never has been before.]