Akaashi blinks. Touch starved? He’s never heard of that term until you bring it up with him. The poor guys been so busy editing and doing work to barely even notice the fact that you’ve been avoiding him to get him to notice the fact that you’re upset.

He sighs, and once he realizes what you mean he pulls you into a hug - he sucks at comforting, he’ll admit, but he has to suck it up and make sure that you’ll feel better about the situation no matter what it takes for him.

His fingers run through your hair in soothing, long motion for a bit before he stops, his chin rest atop your head.

“Sorry, I’ve been so cooped up with work,” He murmurs, voice soft as his hands run up and down the small of your back.