Crowds never used to bother him. Then again, he was never completely alone when walking through crowds, either. Being four inches shy of five feet tall makes crowds somewhat intimidating - without Agito in his mind to help him, Akito is always worried about something happening. Fighting is something he knows how to do... Used to do. He used to be a weapon. If need be he's sure he could defend himself... Probably.

So, crowds are a bit intimidating. He's small and easily knocked around by rushing traffic. Some days, like today, Akito feels as though the only thing he ever says is 'sorry'. Everything is mumbled apologies for being shoved into someone else, all while trying to regain his balance before another body bumps into him. It's why he's all but running out of the busy street he was on, making a mental note to avoid going there during busy hours. There was nothing there of interest anyway. Or, if there was, he was too short to see over the crowds.

When Akito bumps into someone next - moving so quickly that his momentum causes him to fall over onto his ass - it's entirely his fault. Nobody pushed him, bumped him, or chased him. It was all Akito and his anxiety-filled self. He bites back the wince that wants to come out and ignores the new tear in the knee of his leggings.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going."