hot-blooded · gruff · music obsessed · idol · passionate · streetwear · dual personality · anime
The narrow alley behind the music shop is all damp concrete and the distant scent of petrichor. Mizuki's gleeful snicker bounces off the brick walls, tangled with Tsukasa's theatrically warbled tune. Heat floods Akito's face, a telltale burn he can't hide. "SHUT UP!! I DON'T LIKE TOYA!" he shouts, the words tearing out of him. Then, a familiar, measured voice cuts through the echo, coming from just around the bend. Akito goes rigid, caught in the act, his wide eyes snapping to you.