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![Fic by:
saikowrites
Spot Art by:
Cinammie
[Leblanc's Lending Library Logo]
"Of course it was you," Akechi says, as if that explains everything. "As soon as I heard about a 'Midnight Cafe' in some obscure Yongen-Jaya side alley, I knew it would lead me here."
Akira keeps up his wall of cautious silence. His eyes flicker between the twin cups on the counter and the figure who looks too solid to be a ghost and speaks too lightheartedly to be a cognition.
Akechi's own gaze follows his. "Is that one for me?" His chin nods to his share of the coffee.
"You're late," Akira chides, a slumbering reflex reawakening. "Don't fault me if it's lukewarm."
That seems to take Akechi aback. Was he not expecting the truth?
Either way, he sits at his usual spot—second to last stool near the door—and hooks his gloved index finger around the ceramic loop. He raises the cup to his lips, eyes fluttering half-closed to better savor the toasted scent. Tiny creases dig into his forehead as he takes the first sip, and Akira's heart throbs with the same annoying urgency it had two years ago.
[Cinammie’s art shows Akira holding a cup of coffee behind Leblanc’s counter, a surprised expression on his face as he looks toward the right. He’s not wearing his glasses.]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ojrpnyf372obt5wv2tkdfnyg/bafkreihtlxowh5ytq4z7pk3t2c56hofp4pqhoeez5q7smaybp2tdyilaya)
