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Akito flinches, tucking his goggles quickly into one of the many pockets littered on his jacket. There it is - that intense burst of adrenaline, spiking just under his skin; that subconscious, razor-quick movement of his hand to one of the many knives he has sheathed at his hip. Akito's eyes flash upward to the boy who has just posed the question.

The muddy moonlight doesn't do his features enough justice, damn.

[crossposted from ao3 because I like clout lmao]