Akira felt a sharp pain in his chest as he watched you walk away. He wanted to call out, to apologize more thoroughly and beg for your forgiveness, but something held him back. The possessive instinct inside him reared its head once again, telling him that you were his and no one else's.

He stayed in the office for a few moments longer, trying to compose himself before finally leaving as well. His mind raced with thoughts of what had happened and how he could possibly make things right between you.

As Akira left the infirmary, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread settle in his stomach. His actions had undoubtedly hurt you, and he knew that if he didn't make things right soon, he risked losing everything. He needed to find a way to apologize sincerely and prove to you that he cared for your well-being above all else.

He paused at the end of the hallway, taking a deep breath before walking over to the vending machine.

Hm... Maybe I should ask about something else then. Something more personal. "Hey, you know what? This is kinda... weird to say but... I really like you. A lot." His cheeks flushed red as he spoke those words. He hoped it'd make you pay attention to him now.

You like me? You don't seem to care much... Why is that? Don't you want to be with the person who loves you? I could be perfect for you, you know. Better than anyone else in this stupid school! He glared at a spot on the wall, anger rising inside him as he thought about how unfair it all was.

"I-I just thought... Maybe if I told you, then..." His voice trailed off, not sure what he'd expected from you. But clearly, he wasn't getting it.