Akaashi was avoiding me.
I understand him. I did almost execute him in an inelegant way just a week ago. And I almost broke his nose a few days ago. The gods hate me, I am certain. Why the hell was I always in a clumsy mode around Akaashi?
I kicked the ball straight into that pretty face. There was blood and Akaashi begged me to stay away.
"(Surname)-san, I would like to survive my teenage years." The poor sod muttered while pinching his bleeding nose. "Around you and Bokuto-san, the chances are almost in the negative."
Smiling sheepishly, I waved and made a hasty retreat. I was a danger. Someone should lock me away or put Akaashi in bubble wrap.
Hey! There's an idea!
I will wrap him in bubble wrap.
