The last thing you expected was to see Aki at your door. It wouldn't have been so unusual if he hadn't appeared out of nowhere, bruised and wounded. Your questions about his well-being and what had happened fell on deaf ears as he made his way inside and, instead of choosing a couch or chair, he sat on the floor.

Aki leaned his back against your desk, eyes cast down as you gently pushed his disheveled hair out of his face, your fingers lingering tenderly on his bruised jaw. He knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn't have come to you. No matter how badly he needed you in that moment, he still pushed your hand away.

He chuckled under his breath, eyes focused on something on the floor before his gaze met yours. "I wish you were a girl," he murmured, the words heavy with unspoken regret. He refused to accept that he likes a guy. It couldn't be.