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first time writing aki, kinda nervous lmfaooasofafasofasofjasjfkasfaosfoskoaskfoa anyways.

“What are you wearing?” Aki looks at you from the far end of the hallway, head tilted in confusion, eyes slightly narrowed as he soaked in your outfit. It wasn’t that you looked horrible—no, it was the complete opposite. 

You looked fucking amazing. Too amazing in fact. You were only going to a friend’s house; that was what you told him. So what business did you have wearing that outside. 

“I’m wearing an outfit?” You look at him as if the answer wasn’t obvious. You soak in his obvious annoyance, amused by the way his lips press together into a thin line, how his eyes narrow even further, clearly not enjoying your answer. 

“Don’t fucking joke around with me, (y/n).” 

You roll your eyes, slapping a palm to your forehead, fed up. “Aki, you always do this—”

“Do what?” Now it’s his turn to sneer at you, answer your questions with the most stupidly sarcastic answers. By the way your lip curls up he can tell you’re getting agitated. Good. “Let you dress outside looking like that?”

You walk into the living room, ignoring him and choose to look at yourself in the mirror. “I look fucking amazing, what’s the issue.”

“No, you look like a slut.” 

Your breath stutters, shutting your eyes closed and counting to three in your head before you do something you’ll regret later. “Actually, I don’t think I look slutty enough. Is it the skirt? Should I cut it shorter? Or should I wear my black heels upstairs? You know, the ones you said make my legs stand out? Or should I put red lipstick on instead of my—”

Aki stands up from the couch so abruptly it catches you offguard, heart thumping three times as hard as he approaches you with a look on your face that should intimidate you, but instead finds yourself pressing your thighs together. “Do I look like I’m messing around?” He starts, voice flat and low. When he’s met with silence, his hand darts out to your wrist to tug you closer to him. “That wasn’t rhetorical. Answer me.”

You could continue acting like a brat, could walk out that door right now but you don’t want to deal with Aki when he’s annoyed. Though, the dicking would be worth it, it’s not worth the argument. “...no.”

“Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

“...no.”

“Then go change.” He lets go of your wrist and you glare at him as he turns around to head back to the couch. You storm up the stairs, taking off the skirt you decided to wear tonight, frowning as you place it in your drawer.