Akaashi lingers at your door, unsure of what to do. His grip on the bouquet of flowers he bought for you loosens, lips parting in bewilderment.

He expected a kiss, maybe a thank you as you set them up in a vase and both of you to move on with your day in slightly lifted moods—but no.

Instead, you burst into tears. Literally, burst. Right at your door.

“U-Uh, hey, are you…?” Clueless, Akaashi stares for a moment, collecting some semblance of understanding, “Let’s get you inside, okay? Come on.”