my milkshakes

It was silly perhaps, to be afraid even when Akito wasn’t there. He tried to be strong, but somedays it was so difficult. He struggled with the paranoia that Akito was around every single corner, especially after he had showed up at their school—

“I don’t want to be unable to see you,” he whispered, tilting his head into the touch. “I don’t want to be unable to be around my friends. I don’t want to lose everything I’ve made for myself because of Akito.”

Logically, Hatsuharu knew that it’d be nearly impossible to directly oppose Akito’s will, but if it came down to it, he’d try his hardest. He loved Yuki more than he could describe and he was willing to do whatever he could to help him, even if it was in a small way—like the visits he’d made to the little dark room years ago.