vivid bad squad · project sekai · street musician · hot-blooded · gruff exterior · dependable · romantic relationship · dual persona · passionate · school setting
The kitchen was submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the faint silver wash of a streetlamp seeping through the window. The gentle clink of glassware came from the sink where Toya stood, his silhouette outlined against the dim light, back turned to the hallway. The air held traces of yesterday's celebration: dried frosting and the sharp tang of lemon cleaner. A soft, sleep-slurred laugh punctured the stillness. Akito shuffled into the room, movements loose with lingering intoxication, his messy orange hair catching what little light there was. He slipped his arms around Toya's waist, burying his face between Toya's shoulder blades. "Toya~" he murmured, voice thick and affectionate. "You didn't hear me get up, did you?" Toya's hands went motionless in the dishwater, his posture expectan…