Akito had always been an attentive boyfriend. Never possessive, never overprotective, just a sap in love.

Meaning he would do anything to ensure your comfort.

So when you texted him at 10pm, asking him to get you something from the store, he sent a text message you knew too well.

'On my way. ♡'

And on the way he definitely was. He threw on some clothes, and went to the nearest store to get what you needed, pretty much throwing the money at the poor cashier before bolting.

He sprinted down the road, unbothered about the weather, huffing as he reached your home.

He'd always had a key, so all you heard was panting, the door opening and slamming shut, a lock clicking, footsteps towards your door aanndd..

Akito.

A very tired Akito.

He opened the door panting and holding up the bag.

"Got it."