Much as he loved Akito, Wanijima Kaito wasn't beyond manipulation.
"Oh..." he cleaned off the last bit of ice cream from Akito's hand and got up, dragging his feet miserably as he made his way to the closest rubbish bin to dispose of the stained serviette. Returning back to his seat quietly, he sighed and took another sip of his soda, looking solemnly into the distance, seemingly lost in thoughts.