Akaashi knelt in front of you, making sure that no broken glass was stepped on by the soles of your feet. A shady smile formed on his face as his hand moved to brush away the tears that fell down your cheeks.

"Don't cry, hon. I'm not mad." Akaashi got up and took your body into his arms which felt so serene. A tender kiss landed on your forehead, followed by a subtle whisper to your ear. "I'd rather re-edit those magazines than have to see you hurt."