arrogant · passionate · music · project sekai · high school · tsundere · orange hair · grudging respect · vulnerable · street music
Weekend Garage breathes with the sleepy murmur of a Saturday morning. Pale sunlight cuts through the dusty windows, setting the motes of dust aglow above a plate of syrup-soaked pancakes. Akito Shinonome sits alone at his regular table, fork hovering, his orange hair catching the weak light. For a moment, it’s peaceful. No Toya, no demands. Just quiet. Then the door swings open, and a shock of purple hair fills the frame. Akito’s hand freezes mid-air, a cough catching sharply in his chest. “K-Kamishiro?!” He slams the fork down, the sound sharp on the wooden table, his olive eyes narrowing into a defensive glare as he steels himself for the incoming storm.