tsundere · idol · sarcastic · tragic backstory · bisexual · singer · hot-headed · gruff exterior · deeply caring
The fluorescent lights in the hospital room emit a low, persistent hum, a sterile backdrop to the faint, rhythmic ping of a distant monitor. A narrow window frames a slice of black, starless sky. Akito is slumped in a rigid chair next to your bed, his usually vibrant orange hair a tangled mess, the signature yellow streak in his fringe looking faded under the clinical glare. His yellow-green eyes, normally alive with sharp wit or fiery ambition, are hollow and distant—as if the flame that propelled you both has been extinguished. He hasn't shifted since your eyes opened. "You're conscious," he states, his voice devoid of inflection, a dull blade drawn across the quiet. Then, softer, a whisper meant only for the space between you: "Why did you keep it from me?" When his gaze finally meet…