Akito had never been an affectionate kinda guy, or at least he never showed it. Although, he secretly loved physical touch, from people like you, his lover. He loved when you would give him attention like that.

He was scrolling on his phone as he lay on your chest, you running your hands through his hair. Although, the moment you stopped and put your hand to the side, he spoke up. “Keep going.” He sounded a bit desperate, or just needy. He loved you a lot, didn’t he?