[Welcome to a sneak peek into Akechi's head, Ryuji. It's a terrible place of insecurity and constant frustration with himself. Not a fun place.

Akechi gives an exasperated sigh as he folds his arms and slumps back on the couch.]

How am I supposed to know? Trying to read him is pointless for me. I always end up with different conclusions based on the same evidence. I thought he hates me but he doesn't, for some idiotic reason I'm sure. [Though, it's more of a fond insult than anything, even if his tone barely changes from the annoyance it already holds.] He isn't someone I understand, so I'm never sure how I'm reading him... Sometimes I feel quite in-sync with him but that isn't really reading his feelings for me. I don't know.

I do know my instinct is to say he wouldn't feel the same, no. [He frowns.] Why would he? No one sane would.