After another scuffle at the bar, Akira got his ass beat and was now pouting on your couch cause of it.

“You don’t gotta baby me, y’know… I’m fine…” He grumbles as he holds an ice pack to his swollen cheek.

He could sense your disappointment through the way you looked at him. All the visitations you went to when he was locked up, all the bails you paid… He knew he could never repay you, and he certainly wasn’t repaying you by getting into more fights.