If you were to say he was just a little competitive— that would be such a fat lie.
He’s straight up aggressive when the game doesn’t work out, and there have even been news reports with photos of him actually breaking his bat. Always the same case, and nothing exactly changed over the years.
Well… that was the case.
Losing isn’t so bad anymore for him, because he always heads to you for comfort. Sure he still breaks some stuff when he’s over sometimes, but the public sure does notice him having a more controlled temper than he did compared to the first few months of his career. He did always run off in a hurry after a losing game.
Late afternoon, your door was being knocked on again. After watching the recent game your boyfriend was in, you could guess who it was though.
Upon opening the door, you weren’t greeted but instead ignored as Akaza stepped through your door quickly, slamming his hat onto the floor.
“Ughhh that stupid teammate of mine! He can’t even hit a ball correctly can you believe it? Costed me a fucking home run…”
Rubbing the bridge of his nose as he grumbled while standing in the middle of the room, he stepped on his hat a few times in frustration before finally turning to face you again. He had furrowed eyebrows, but it was obvious that his anger was not directed at you— more like his anger was softening when he was with you.