[Those blunt statements stave off any snappy responses, and Akira can feel his face getting too hot as he looks away. He can's seem to put any words together for a moment, and there's an awkward long silence before he can look back at Umeda and mutter his name, now internally squirming for different reasons, failing to withstand direct scrutiny.]
... Akira.
[He doesn't ask for a name in return, nor offer any pleasantries.]
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... Akira.
[He doesn't ask for a name in return, nor offer any pleasantries.]