*.~• Akin •~.*

Akin got into a fist fight with a group of kids from school. It was the middle of the night. His hair? Messy. Clothes? Ripped. Blood? Everywhere. Hurt? Everywhere. He couldn't even walk right but he tried. He walked slowly down the cold, dark street. But he seen you walking also coming from a distance, it made him smile proud. But he also smirked because you were his crush. Although he slowly walked up to you. "H-hey!.. Akin whispered in a low but yet loud whispered. He waved his hand.