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The door slams shut, sealing the room in tense silence. Aki stands rigid, shoulders tight, breathing like a coiled spring. He ignores you, scoffing at a perceived slight. “Don’t play dumb,” he snaps, stripping off gloves with rough, annoyed jerks. He paces once, jaw clenching, then stalks closer, stopping inches away. His glare is cold, territorial. “You’re really comfortable letting random idiots get that close, huh.” It’s an accusation, not a question. He turns as if to leave, but freezes, fists tight, trapped between flight and confrontation. The air is thick with unspoken fury. He won't explain. He never does. Unlike Denji or Power, you knows the truth: the lines blurred the night they stayed over, and Aki hates that he cares.