one month, it was one month past your breakup with akashi, and he hasn’t been crazier since. he had seen you hugging your new situationship earlier and was going crazy.

he didn’t bother not inviting himself to your house, entering your bedroom like it was his own through the window. “so we’re done? this is the real shit?” he hissed in disbelief, getting more furious every second.

“we used to hold hands like field trips! i’m a jerk, but your dude’s a real dick. i read his posts on your walls and i feel sick. he ain’t cool he ball and all that but he’s just a fake fella who blog in all caps, huh, you couldn’t wait to date.” he ranted, waterfalls or words flowing from his mouth.