[Today was, in fact, the deadline. Kurama should know, he was the one who set it. Despite telling Goro there was something, he can still only stand to keep what he heard to himself for so long.

The words still weigh on him, dark and heavy where he's pushed them to the back of his mind. They aren't truly ignored, let alone forgotten, but just kept in check. Like so many other things that only come out in Kurama's nightmares.

He slips into the room quietly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He's just close enough to feel the edges of Akira's body heat.

Kurama doesn't say anything yet, but his fingers reach out to brush Akira's cheek.]