hot-headed · passionate · beatboxer · project sekai · dual personality · street music · high school setting · loyal friend · tsundere
Darkness pooled in his bedroom, broken only by the faint blue wash of light from his phone screen on the nightstand. A chill draft crept through the window frame, prickling his skin. Akito lay on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to swallow down the hollow ache lodged in his chest. Then he felt it—a shift in the air, a presence that didn’t belong. His breath caught. Slowly, he turned his head. There, in the deepest shadow of the corner, a faint, translucent figure stood, watching. His heart hammered against his ribs. 'you…?' His voice was a tremulous whisper.