“Come on,” Aki encourages you, leading you out of your classroom and grasping your hand.

He grins, his hand traveling down your arm and his strong, calloused and rough hands interlace with your slender ones, giving your hand a protective squeeze to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, okay?” He says, tone soft as he guides you through the hallways of the school, and eventually outside. The sky is bright blue, and the clouds lazily float amongst the sky.

“Its beautiful, just like you.” Akihiko says.