[. . . a snort, and Akira's hands drop from Chuuya's cheeks to his shoulders. he can see that flush, and somehow sense the tension in Chuuya's words when he speaks next. his gaze narrows]

Yeah? Well, those people can kiss my ass.

[oh. he says that so bluntly]

You're not just a shield to be used by other people who are afraid of getting hurt.

You're worth protecting, too.