Akutsu pauses briefly to catch his breath, setting the bags down for a second. “Geez woman cool it, ‘ssnot like the stuff’s gonna walk away anyth---“ He looks up and realizes he can’t find the stupid bitch.
“Oi! Where are you?” he shouts, cursing himself for not knowing how to pronounce her name. “Bitch!”
Still wondering further away from Akutsu, she shouts his name in the hope of him hearing it. She looks in every nook and cranny but it seemed that she was getting further away from him. She starts to panic and her vision suddenly gets blurry.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity of searching he spots her, alone and paler than usual. “Oi!” he shouts, sprinting over.
“J-Jin…” She said as she turned, but as she turned she lost her balance.
“O-oi!” he shouts again, grabbing her arm before she falls. “Where were you?! Don’t you know how bastards would take advantage of a stupid bitch like you?”
“…I-I was s-searching for you.” She said, barely keeping her balance. “Sp-sp-spinning…everything is spinning…”
“Stupid” he mutters, dragging her to a near by bench. “You better sit down.”
“Un.” She says as she slowly sits down. “S-sorry. I-I…”
“You’re hopeless.” he says with a shake of his head as he sits next to her. “The fuck happened out there?”
“P-p-panic attack? I…I usually either j-j-just faint or shake…” she says as she closes her eyes and takes deep breaths.
“Ah” he grunts, leaning back on the bench. “Let’s just forget the damn shirt and leave.”
“No!” She says as she sits up. “I’m fine now. J-j-just don’t you do that again…I…I really don’t like it when people leave me…”
“I didn’t leave you, you left me behind, stupid!”
“I-I-I-I thought you were right behind me!!” She says with tears in her eyes.
“Well I was, until you ran off. Seriously woman, you buy too much stuff.” He replies, trying to ignore her sudden shift in mood.
“H--! L-let’s get going!” She says as she stands up and faces away to wipe her tears.
“Oi! Wait up idiot” he says as he gets up. “Ypu better hold on to me or something…” he mutters
“O-oh, you’re righ---You just want to hold on to my hand don’t you?!” She says teasingly. But she did hold on to the hem of his coat.
“Fuck you” he snaps as he makes his way to the men’s section. He picks up a random gray shirt and examines it.
“You’re getting that?” she says as she pops up from behind him.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“For one it’s made out of…” she says as she touches the shirt. “Low quality cotton. It could easily rip or go loose.”
He rolls his eyes. “I don’t really care what it’s made of. It’s just a shirt.”
“And that’s why people like me are rich. Look, you buy that it goes bad after a month then you’d buy another one. You’re actually wasting more money if you buy the low quality products. At least get the v-neck if you really insist on buying a shirt of that quality.”
“Whatever.” He shrugs, holding up a black v-neck “This one?”
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