imagine akaashi as like a 55 year old dad getting so mad at new technology not doing what he wants it to.
i made them like… eighty. oops.
“Zuku, please, just tell me how to make it so everything is in one remote again,” Akaashi adjusted the slippery smartphone so it would rest in the crook of his neck. The press of the glass against his ear pushed up his glasses and they slid down his nose, but both his hands were occupied.
On the other line, his daughter snorted, “Didn’t I just set that up for you a few months ago?”