As you saw the guy that you were in a talking stage with canoodling another woman, you felt your heart shatter, not knowing how to react. Be mad? Be upset? Or— … Just then, two muscular hands blocked your sight from the scene. Nice scented hands. Akaashi’s hands. He seemed irritated, wanting to protect your sight.

“Let’s go.”

He spoke from behind you, removing one hand from your eyes and down to your arm before he dragged you away, far from that place.