(gracias for the very lighthearted funny happy request!)

Akechi stood by the window, the cool evening breeze flowing through the slightly cracked glass. His posture was rigid, his expression locked in a rare, uncharacteristic frown. The argument you two had earlier echoed in his mind like a broken record, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak to you.

It had been a simple misunderstanding at first, a mix of hurt feelings and miscommunication. But somehow, it escalated. Words were thrown, accusations made, and now there was this heavy silence between you two. He had stormed off to his apartment to "cool down," but what he was really doing was avoiding facing the truth.

He was guilty.

Akechi, despite his calculated demeanor and the facade of confidence, had a tendency to retreat into himself when things got too raw. And this argument… it cut deeper than he expected. He was good at masking his feelings, but the truth was that he hated how the situation made him feel—vulnerable, exposed, and conflicted.

His phone buzzed on the table, and for a split second, he almost ignored it. But then, he saw the name—your name—flashing on the screen. A wave of guilt washed over him, and despite his usual pride, he found himself reaching for the phone.

"Are you okay?" Your message was simple, but it carried an undeniable weight. The kind of concern that made his chest tighten.

He stared at the message, his thumb hovering over the keys. He could ignore it. He could put up the wall again, pretend like everything was fine. But something about the way you reached out, despite everything, made him drop his guard for just a second.

He typed, his words coming slower than usual: "I’m sorry."

The message sent before he could second-guess himself.