ROUND 2
Worry

"Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man."
-Friedrich Nietzsche

When Akiyama had hung up on Nao it was because he was so intently focused on his plan he didn't have time to consider the situation she was in. When he returned to his room later that night, immensely relieved that he knew he was going to be the winner tomorrow, he reconsidered his treatment of her. He determined that she was probably at home, sitting on her bed, and wringing her blankets between two very clammy hands. Akiyama groaned and ran his finger through his hair before glancing at his phone. Maybe she should call her and let her know everything was going to be fine.

He flipped it open and was surprised to see that he had received a text message from her.

Sleep well, Mr. Akiyama. Don't worry, we're going to win tomorrow for sure!

He smirked. Well here he was, concerned about her while she seemed to be attempting to reassure him. He knew that despite her words of encouragement she was likely in the middle of losing his her mind. He pressed the reply button and quickly tapped his fingers over the number pad.

Of course we'll win my plan is foolproof. Go to bed.

He paused here briefly before hesitantly typing out the next bit.

He stared at the smiley face, immensely displeased. It didn't seem like something he would type, and contradicted the cold way he had written his message. But maybe, just maybe, it would help his young lady friend to finally get some much-needed sleep.

In the end he deleted it 6 times, and typed it out 7 times again.

After that he pressed send and turned off his phone.