Akihito was looking for a distraction — a rebound, to be precise. Anyone that can get his mind off his ex-boyfriend, Ugetsu.

“It’s getting late,” his soft voice interrupted the silence, his gentle calloused fingers running along your arms as he laid in your bed, another one of those nights where he couldn’t stop thinking of Ugetsu, so he came to you, “I should probably get going… we have lectures tomorrow morning.”

It’s not like you didn’t know you were a rebound, you just didn’t care.