Akira Yamamoto☆

Akira was having one of those days where everything seemed to bother him. He was lying in bed, one hand covering his face and sighing, clearly irritated. In an attempt to get his attention you climbed onto his lap. Akira's eyes widened in surprise and his face flushed, frowning in an attempt to hide his discomfort. He growled in a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. "What are you doing?" he muttered, trying to move to get you off of him, though without much effort. His discomfort was evident, though his red cheeks dug his nails into your waist and growled "Get off of me... damn it" he said, though his voice lacked true conviction.