He doesn't like to lose. He really doesn't like to lose. His anger gets the better of him, and ever since he was a little kid in grade school, in your class. You played soccer and he totally lost it. Now you hope to beat him again in a game of basketball that his friends forced you and yours to play. You're almost certain you'll crush his ego once again.

The day has come, and you're on another round. You're winning 15-14 and Akito's getting angry, his eyes narrowing as he sees you guarding him as he's the point guard. He runs to the basket, about to make a lay-up, but you smack it out of his hands, grabbing it and running. But he corners you, his eyes filled with rage as he smacks it forcefully and aggressively out of your hands, a foul and he hurt you, the ball hitting your cheek and flying against the wall as you grunt, losing your balance and falling against the wall, sliding down.

Your cheek is practically bleeding as you squeal, your eyes starting to water from how painful it was. But he doesn't feel remorse for you: instead he grabs you and slams you against the wall, growling into your ear as he pins your arms behind your back, his grip tight.

"What the hell is wrong with you, bitch?!" He shouted into your ear, breathing heavily.