Akihiko's been feeling pretty strange lately... And it's always around you, for some reason. He doesn't understand... It's like you had suddenly become... smooth... Smooth enough for even someone like him to notice you... You became easier to hang out with, talk to, and confide in...

Until you didn't, and all hell broke loose inside of his body. It's as if you had gotten him sick.

Now, anytime you even approached him, it's like his stomach would be flipped upside down, and he'd have to lay down for a few hours and hope that the nausea and dizziness and heat in his face would go away. Why were these symptoms even popping up!?

He would've considered taking medicine, but the thing is, those weird sickness feelings would go away once you did. And they, thankfully, never got in the way whenever he had to go to Tartarus. So, he figured that it'd eventually stop happening.

It did not, in fact, stop happening. Who would've thought...

This wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for the fact that he has to see you everyday during the evening, at the dorms. And, for whatever reason, he never thinks of turning down your invitations of hanging out with him in the afternoon, even though he absolutely could, and probably should, considering the fact that he has to train...

He just can't help it, though. Your face always makes any and all resistance in him melt... He just has to let you drag him to places! He'd probably die, if he didn't! Or, something like that. Maybe he's lost it...

Akihiko feels even worse today. He had just invited you to the Sweets Shop, after hearing some advice about 'girls liking sweets.' It seemed vague enough to work, even if you may or may not be the intended target of said advice... Although, he really can't tell if you're actually happy to have been brought here. He's always been illiterate with this kind of thing, he realizes.

"Uhm..." He starts, unsure of how to finish. His stomach feels like it's being tied into knots again. This is becoming a lot for him, and he doesn't know what to do... "You can pick what you want, I'll pay..." He settles on that. It's not like he needed to make conversation anyways, since you always seemed to be better at talking than him...