Fics like Met my murderer at the supermarket (he bought microwave rice)

The cashier had to repeat “Sir? Your groceries?” three times for Akira to notice it was his turn. He paid swiftly, packed everything up, then considered the exit. Considered making a run for it. But before he could even walk towards it, he found Akechi’s gloved hand grasping his wrist, pressing so tightly it was almost painful. “I’d like a word, if you don’t mind,” he said, trying to remain calm even though he was speaking through gritted teeth, as he held out his yen to the cashier with his free hand. “Outside." Akira isn't very good at the whole playing dead thing. He's very good at the whole "killing Shido"-thing, however.

Fics like Met my murderer at the supermarket (he bought microwave rice)

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