Had he grown up in a proper Honjou-like household, Akaya might know about salad forks and aperitifs, but he didn't. Still, he does know not to play with his food in a formal setting. He just feels at home, here.

"Nami went on and on about her brother who knew someone who knew someone," Akaya says with a shrug.

It was a year ago, wasn't it? Nami and Hokuto had ditched him to go to a special designer sale, even though it was Nami's contact that was coming to the studio to fix Nami's synth! What the fuck was that, anyway? But the truth is, he would've never met Omi otherwise.

"How's that like, anyway? Living in the same building with your brother. Or brothers, I guess." Goku counts too, technically.