Akihiko’s expression creased into that of concern upon encountering his esteemed leader under what seemed to be duress. Arisato, do you need me to call a doctor? ((DAMN IT JAY. DAMN IT.))
Would calling a doctor even help the ache, the feeling that he was slowly losing his grip? He shakes his head, thinking the idea a lost cause, yet not wanting the boxer to know just how negative his thoughts were, how convinced he had little to no time left. But that was just his mind being melodramatic, right?
Whatever Arisato told him, his actions told the opposite. There was nothing natural about the way he was kneeling on the ground that moment, nor the way he trembled earlier. Most of all, it was not like the other at all to show such weakness to his peers, much less his senpai.
“Look, you clearly aren’t fine,” Akihiko said, kneeling next to Arisato and putting a hand to his forehead. “I’m going to call an ambulance right now, okay?”