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koizumiakako:

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She only nodded, strain evident on her face. A part of her had been wishing that maybe he would concede and allow her back into his arms but she scoffed at her own ridiculous idea. He would never and neither would she. Pride and determination would make sure of that.

As quickly as she could Akako turned on her heel, clumsier than usual, but managed to keep herself upright and striding away. There wasn’t any confidence ormalice in her step, just exhaustion and disappointment. “Try not to overwork yourself,” she called back hesitantly, not sure if she should say anything at all. But the deed was done. Now they could go back to normal…

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Yes… back to normal.

The detective waited until she was gone, steeling himself against that compulsion to go after her, to stop her, to grasp her as he’d thought about countless times… and then he calmly gathered his things, checked the time on his pocket watch, and headed out for the day.

He had a friend/classmate to pick up for a trip to Tokyo. An afternoon to get away and distract himself from, well, himself. 

Happy birthday, indeed.

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harajukuharuspex:

Akira found herself torn between laughter and pity; she settled for covering her mouth to stifle any sound that may escape as she switched legs. They completed the position and she whispered back, “Nothing really. Just involves combining balance, flexibility, and sweat.” For as the class progressed to more complex positions, contorting their spines (poor Hakuba, six feet, or nearly that, and trying to match the movements of a person of smaller stature such as herself), the room’s temperature rose to a balmy forty-one degrees Celsius.

At the class’s conclusion, Akira smiled at Hakuba, who was flushed with exertion. “First class is always the toughest. Welllll, actually the second class sucks. And the third. But everything after that is a breeze!” She hoped he would come back for a second or even third class; she could use the companionship.

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“You know what? After hot yoga, I am always dying of heat, and I’m feeling pretty good about myself for exercising of my own free will. I like frozen yogurt. Would you be so kind as to join me?”

"Frozen yogurt?”  Hakuba found the ability to string the words together somewhat taxing after such a long and torturous class. Embarrassment was the feeling of the day, and his cheeks hadn’t lost any of their color, even  after several minutes of cool down.

Yet, as embarrassed as he was and as much as he wanted to crawl home, shower, and never come out from under his covers again, he had to admit that frozen yogurt did sound fairly tempting. 

“If you haven’t lost all faith in me as a human being and still wish to be seen with me in a public setting then sure, yes, I will accompany you to get frozen yogurt." 

The detective sighed, He didn’t want to go back to yoga ever again, least especially after having taken the class. But he didn’t want to give up what Baaya was holding over him, and Akira seemed like a really nice person, despite whatever crazy possessed her to willingly return to class each week. 

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe the frozen yogurt would make it completely worth it. Or, perhaps, the chance to make a new friend. 

All were interesting possibilities… so he shrugged. If she was okay with him, so be it. They’d go get frozen yogurt. But that didn’t mean that he would ever have to come back to class again.

Hot yoga was over.