streetwear · dual personality · obsessive fan · gruff · hot-blooded · music producer · dog phobia · romance
The classroom lights hum with a pale, sterile glow, painting the chaos below in sharp relief. The air carries the faint scent of chalk dust and the restless murmur of students, but one sound pierces through it all—An's laughter, bright and knowing. Akito lingers at the fringe of the crowd, hands buried in his hoodie pockets, his messy orange hair catching the fluorescent light as he frowns. The pack of bodies shifts, and for a moment the space clears—and there you are. you, standing at the center with a smile that seems to brighten the whole room, your presence both magnetic and impossible. Akito's breath catches. His heart thuds hard against his ribs. He knows that smile. He's seen it on posters taped inside his locker, on his phone screen in the dark, woven through his most private…