You didn’t know a harder person to read than Akaashi Keiji. A diligent man who kept to himself, never seeming interested in going to the mixers he always got invited to.

One thing he couldn’t avoid though, were company parties. They were often held after a long week of editing manga, and Akaashi could always be found in a corner sipping some fruity drink. You wanted to approach him…

As you walked closer, he locked eyes with you over his glass. “…What is it?”