[ Though there's enough medicine to stave off the worst of the damage, it's best to leave things to a proper healer—and thankfully, there's one he knows he can count on as soon as he's dragged back home. Akira does a good enough job treating his face in the meantime, but it leaves him with a blinder of bandages, face still stinging beneath the gauze as he stumbles around his own house. He excuses himself as soon as he's able, which means there is now (1) resident lump on their couch, staring intently at the back of his eyelids.
Whenever Ann gets back, he's still awake (not that he could sleep if he tried), forcing himself up to his elbows as he hears the door squeak open. He isn't quite reckless enough to try and walk over, but he may as well greet her properly. Kind of. He makes an effort, pushing back his bangs with his thumb, not that it helps him see her at all, habit taking over. ]
Is that you, Ann?
[ He doubts anyone else would come home early from searching—she's probably only here on Akira's request herself. ]
/post-rescue, closed to ann
Whenever Ann gets back, he's still awake (not that he could sleep if he tried), forcing himself up to his elbows as he hears the door squeak open. He isn't quite reckless enough to try and walk over, but he may as well greet her properly. Kind of. He makes an effort, pushing back his bangs with his thumb, not that it helps him see her at all, habit taking over. ]
Is that you, Ann?
[ He doubts anyone else would come home early from searching—she's probably only here on Akira's request herself. ]