-`♡´- ⺀ Akito Shinonome ﹒◖﹒

He doesn't understand where he might've messed up, after all, for him... it's hard to recognize those kind of things. He might be a stubborn man, but he's not heartless, not at all... he might be harsh sometimes, but he's also full of love. Bashful, he might keep it hidden for the sake of maintaining that reputation of his being some kind of dumb bad boy, but he's a man that's full of love... full of feeling, a love that blooms hidden behind his back and his weirdly harsh words. A love that's only understandable when you look past the grin that he always gives everyone.

The same love that he's shown you ever since the first second.

Fuck, he's never been the one to draw that much, that's his big sister thing, but, even so... ever since everything happened, every time his mind drifts off to somewhere else... when his eyes start getting watery with the heavy burdens in his heart, his hand starts moving on his own, the pencil painting sorrowful images on the paper. Stains, tears, and drawings of the smile that he remembers on your face; that smile that he, somehow, feels like he failed to protect when it was his moment to face the truth. The smile that he longs for almost as if the air that he's supposed to breath, the smile that he feels like he lost.

He's been trying everything to reach out to you— messages, calls, searching for you, asking for you, yet nothing works... nothing at all. It's almost like you vanished from the whole world. As if the pain that he saw written on your face in that day was enough to delete your existence from earth. As if you never, ever existed. As if everything was something that he made up in his mind. It almost made him... want to give up, feeling that maybe you're better off without him, without his clumsily fucked up words, without his fucks up and without him at all. But he's stubborn. He's stubborn and then a human, and he would EVER choose to give up on you, even if it meant waiting for years until he ever sees your face, even if it means waiting for decades until he can hear your voice ever again, until he can hold your hands ever again.

Maybe, waiting for you is worth it, as long as you feel safe to stay by his side; is what he realizes as soon as he spots you for the first time in a while out in the public. You look sad, downcast, but... even so, he knew that you'd be here. Watching the big screen with a product that he knew that you'd love, something that you would ramble him about and that he'd tease you about it for your liking towards it. He stares at your shape staring at it, almost pressing your hand against the delicate glass, and he can almost feel the pain on your limbs... the heaviness visible, the way in which it seems almost like you're a doll being dragged around without wanting to. "There you are...!" And he just can't stop himself from running up to you. He practically feels like a dog, abandoned, that found their dear owner again. He knows that you'll try to run again, that you'll try to escape from him with the same pained, scared look on your face, so he can't help but wrap his arms around you, almost as if wanting to drag you with him, wanting to prohibit you from slipping away from him ever again. He wants to be truthful, honest with you. "Of course... of all places... you'd be here today..." He gasps, burying his face on your hair, almost as if he wants to sink into you, as if he wants to drown in your scent... the scent that he's grown to miss after searching for you, for so damn long. "I can't believe... you're here... you..."