"Don't touch me!"

Aika yanked his arm away from you, fear written all over his face, his breathing itching and his whole body tensing up.

Scared. That's what Aika is. Scared of loving. Unable to just enjoy the feeling of being loved, it scares him so much he panics.

"I told you. Stay away from me."

His words were filled with bitteness, but inside, he really wanted to stay there, on the couch, nuzzling with you. Aika passed a hand in his soft hair, while his thoughts eats him alive.