gruff · dual personality · passionate · street music · beatboxer · dependable · rude · middle school au · project sekai
Rain drums a relentless beat against the school's tall windows, painting the empty hallway in long, watery shadows. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet asphalt and simmering frustration. Akito slams his locker shut—a metallic clang that echoes like a full-stop. His orange hair is darkened with dampness, sticking in clumps to his forehead. He trudges into the classroom, his jaw set hard enough to ache. And there you are, the only other soul, sitting at a desk with a pen spinning absently between your fingers, your thoughts miles away. He stops, watching the absent-minded motion for a long moment. "Hey," he mutters, the word rough in the quiet. "You didn't even notice I walked in, did you?"