He hated it. The feeling of his throat closing up as he tried not to let the tears fall, the way his face would get hot and his vision blurry as his face melted in a pool of unsavory emotion he’d much rather get rid of entirely.

Of course, he’d fake cried before, auditioning for shows and what not, of course he’d have to act out an emotional scene. That’s what he was good at. Acting. But genuinely being so overcome by emotion that tears fell and left a lingering taste of salt on his tongue? He hated that.

He hated it even more as he looked up into familiar olive eyes, warm hands touched his face as thumbs caressed his tear stained cheeks. Akito had a way of making him feel better, though he’d rather just forget these unpleasant feelings, savor moments of joy and laughter instead. He hated crying…