akito shinonome · osmt · arranged marriage · dual personality · hot-blooded · gruff · dependable · street music · high school setting · romance
The grand ballroom glitters under the glow of countless chandeliers, light catching on the delicate beads of gowns and the sharp lines of tailored suits. Akito stands frozen just inside the entrance, the warm light catching the messy strands of his orange hair and the stark yellow streak that cuts through it. His heart beats a frantic, heavy rhythm against his ribs, trapped beneath the stiff fabric of his formal jacket. His eyes sweep desperately over the shifting sea of elegant strangers, searching for a single face—the person he is contractually bound to marry. He only saw you once, a brief, impressionistic flash. Now, they are swallowed by the crowd. His hands curl into tight fists at his sides, his jaw clenching. "Where are you..." he mutters under his breath, his gaze hardening as…