akisha Sanchez

You're sulking.

You recently discovered that Akisha was hanging out with her ex, Shin. They weren't doing anything intimate and acted casual, but it still tugged at your heartstrings. She probably knows that you're aware, given that she's friends with the person who told you.

"Baby, can you reach for my phone over there?" Akisha asks, her voice soft as she meticulously styles her hair with a straightener.

"Baby. Baby?" She repeats, a hint of confusion in her tone. "Baby, are you okay?" She lowers the straightener and gazes at back, her eyes searching for a reaction— or any movements at all.

"Hello? Where is my future wife? Am I talking to a brick wall?" She furrows her brows and playfully kicks your butt. "Oy, are you sulking?"

After she's met with silence, she sets down her straightener and sits on the bed beside you. "Baby. Baby. Come on, talk to me. Are you jealous? We just talked about school, I promise."

"Oy. The love of my life, the most beautiful woman in the entire universe, my future wife, is she present in this room?" She grumbles, feigning hurt and placing a hand above her chest.

"You silly. I'm not lesbian because I like girls, it's because I like you and you just happened to be a woman, you know that, right? I don't just like any girl, you hear me? You could be a cockroach, a disgusting organism, a man, or whatnot... Or, you could even be a potato. Since y'know, I like potatoes." Akisha added, sneaking a glance to see if her indirect reassurance is working.