𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏.

【 he greets goro, at the door, throwing himself at him obnoxiously loudly, laughing over something nondescript and irrelevant. montblanc is near an even pace, but akira's rather prideful his arms are longer and he has opposable thumbs. there's something cooking on the stove, and he's wearing some clothes of goro's with an apron clumsily thrown on. he practically lifts goro off the ground entirely from his momentum alone and there's a long moment with his face buried into his beloved boyfriend's shoulder, where he just whispers "welcome home" like that's all he was meant to do in life. 】