so god created man in his own image, in the image of god he created him
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"i'm sorry, we only have one room available"
akina's eyes narrowed, subtly looking at gojō, who had seemed completely unfazed by the information.
"we've had a lot of emergency bookings from tourists trying to evade the storm" the receptionist continued, feeling unnerved upon akina turning to him.
gojō nodded, telling the man there were no issues before handing over the silver card between his fingers. the man clicked at his keyboard rapidly before returning gojō's card along with the room key. the pair thanked him, gojō's appreciation for him more apparent than akina's forced thank you.
the two walked towards the elevator, gojō clicking the button marked with a 22 while akina stood a distance away from him with her arms crossed.
"i'm sorry,"
akina glanced at gojo, confusion crossing her features as her arms loosened slightly.
"i know you wanted to find your brother soon, we'll leave as soon as we can"
her eyes narrowed, scrutinising gojō, though in that moment, he seemed more genuine than she'd ever witnessed.
"it's not your fault"
she replied rigidly as the elevator came to a halt, the doors opening to their floor before she stepped out first. gojō followed closely after her, smiling at the smallest semblance of friendliness she had shown.
a few hours after they had settled into their room, akina sat on the sofa across from the sliding doors leading to the balcony, watching the storm only get stronger. she leaned her head against the armrest, looking out at the constellation of lights from the buildings and streetlights below almost disappearing behind the blur of snowfall.
she held back a yawn, feeling slightly tired after wandering around the hotel, asking the staff for an extra bed to save her from the dilemma of only having one to share with gojō.
gojō hadn't been any help at all, instead revelling in her state of embarrassment at the thought of sleeping beside him.
