[zajawa]

Akira glanced at jjust and blushed a bit when he called him once again a butterfly. Something was in this nickname that made him all happy and warm whenever he was called like that. Rubbing his eyes a bit he nodded his head slowly. He felt right now so useless. Even the thing master liked so much, his voice, was gone. Still upset he stood up and started to change his clothes to his own. It was clear Akira still was uneasy and sad with what had happened.