You – ah – pervert!" Akihito moaned

You – ah – pervert!" Akihito moaned, trashing his head from side to side.
"OUCH!" Akihito groaned for the umpteenth time as he massaged his ankle.

Stupid Asami, he cursed.

After sukiyaki, he left Asami's penthouse when the older man was taking his shower – Okay, sneaked out, Akihito admitted since he did not tell the yakuza he was leaving.

Akihito ran his fingers on his left ankle gingerly, cursing his bad luck. How on earth did he misstep on the stairs leading to train platform; he never knew. He guessed he was too preoccupied about escaping from Asami that he didn't see where he was going.

A few hums of the sukiyaki song and the next thing Akihito knew, he landed on the floor, with both hands stretched out. His left ankle twisted in a way Akihito could not imagine. It hurt so bad that the photographer had to remain at the same position for a full minute, ignoring concerned passers-by who offered help.

Eventually, he managed to drag himself up and to the nearby benches after realizing that he had embarrassed himself enough by sitting on the floor. He bit his lips, trying to stop the tears as the pain radiated around his ankle. Akihito waited for the pain to ease before hobbling into the last train, all the while cursing Asami.

If he didn't bring me back to the penthouse, this wouldn't have happened, Akihito cursed angrily. Damn that man and his uncontrollable sexual urges.

He didn't know how he managed to walk from the train station to his run-down apartment but he did; mostly gritting his teeth, trying to hold himself from screaming. He couldn't be more relieved when he slumped on the small couch, resting his poor foot.

At least I've showered in Asami's apartment. It was a small consolation as Akihito didn't think he could walk another step to the bathroom. He rummaged through the first aid box he kept under the coffee table, pulling out some ointment and bandage.

Tears pooled around his eyes as he applied pressure on his throbbing ankle. He gave up after a few tries, opting to bandage the foot instead. By the time everything was done; fatigue took over and he slept on the couch without bothering to undress.

Xx Grocery Shopping -omake xX

The swell ballooned overnight. Damn it, it meant that Akihito had to miss work that day. He called his not too enthusiastic boss to inform him about his condition and slumped back on the couch, unhappy.

"Great, now I can say good bye to any part time jobs from Tanaka," Akihito grumbled.

He stared at his bandaged leg, regretting he didn't mash some ginger to apply on it the previous night. His mother, who got the technique from an Indonesian friend, did that for him once when he sprained his right ankle during his high school years. The method worked but since Akihito did not have any ginger in his tiny little apartment, he conveniently ignored his mother's advice.

By noon, Akihito felt like shit. His ankle was throbbing badly, his stomach was growling and his head was about to burst from the summer heat. He wanted to call his best friends but he remembered Kou and Takato won some onsen coupons and they had left for the hot springs in Gunma yesterday.

Desperate, Akihito even thought of calling Asami but the idea was brushed aside immediately.

Hell will freeze over before I call him. Even for someone like Akihito, he had pride.

By evening, Akihito was positive that he was dying - at least from hunger that is. He tried hopping to the kitchen for some ramen but he hadn't stock up and since he left Asami's penthouse in a hurry, he left all his groceries there as well.

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You – ah – pervert!" Akihito moaned, trashing his head from side to side."OUCH!" Akihito groaned for the umpteenth time as he massaged his ankle.Stupid Asami, he cursed.After sukiyaki, he left Asami's penthouse when the older man was taking his shower – Okay, sneaked out, Akihito admitted since he did not tell the yakuza he was leaving.Akihito ran his fingers on his left ankle gingerly, cursing his bad luck. How on earth did he misstep on the stairs leading to train platform; he never knew. He guessed he was too preoccupied about escaping from Asami that he didn't see where he was going.A few hums of the sukiyaki song and the next thing Akihito knew, he landed on the floor, with both hands stretched out. His left ankle twisted in a way Akihito could not imagine. It hurt so bad that the photographer had to remain at the same position for a full minute, ignoring concerned passers-by who offered help.Eventually, he managed to drag himself up and to the nearby benches after realizing that he had embarrassed himself enough by sitting on the floor. He bit his lips, trying to stop the tears as the pain radiated around his ankle. Akihito waited for the pain to ease before hobbling into the last train, all the while cursing Asami.If he didn't bring me back to the penthouse, this wouldn't have happened, Akihito cursed angrily. Damn that man and his uncontrollable sexual urges.He didn't know how he managed to walk from the train station to his run-down apartment but he did; mostly gritting his teeth, trying to hold himself from screaming. He couldn't be more relieved when he slumped on the small couch, resting his poor foot.At least I've showered in Asami's apartment. It was a small consolation as Akihito didn't think he could walk another step to the bathroom. He rummaged through the first aid box he kept under the coffee table, pulling out some ointment and bandage.Tears pooled around his eyes as he applied pressure on his throbbing ankle. He gave up after a few tries, opting to bandage the foot instead. By the time everything was done; fatigue took over and he slept on the couch without bothering to undress.Xx Grocery Shopping -omake xXThe swell ballooned overnight. Damn it, it meant that Akihito had to miss work that day. He called his not too enthusiastic boss to inform him about his condition and slumped back on the couch, unhappy."Great, now I can say good bye to any part time jobs from Tanaka," Akihito grumbled.He stared at his bandaged leg, regretting he didn't mash some ginger to apply on it the previous night. His mother, who got the technique from an Indonesian friend, did that for him once when he sprained his right ankle during his high school years. The method worked but since Akihito did not have any ginger in his tiny little apartment, he conveniently ignored his mother's advice.Bởi trưa, Akihito cảm thấy như shit. Mắt cá chân của mình throbbing nặng, dạ dày của mình growling và đầu của ông đã là về để nổ từ cái nóng mùa hè. Ông muốn gọi cho bạn bè tốt nhất của mình, nhưng ông nhớ đến Kou và Takato giành được một số phiếu giảm giá onsen và họ đã để lại cho các suối nước nóng ở Gunma vào ngày hôm nay.Tuyệt vọng, Akihito ngay cả tư tưởng của gọi Asami nhưng ý tưởng chải sang một bên ngay lập tức.Địa ngục sẽ đóng băng trước khi tôi gọi anh ta. Ngay cả đối với một người như Akihito, ông đã có niềm tự hào.Buổi tối, Akihito đã tích cực rằng ông đã chết - ít từ đói đấy. Ông đã cố gắng nhảy vào bếp cho một số ramen nhưng ông đã không chứng khoán và kể từ khi ông rời của Asami penthouse trong một vội vàng, ông rời tất cả các cửa hàng tạp hóa của mình có là tốt.