deadpan · shy · kind · vivid bad squad · project sekai · street music · blunt · slow burn romance · stoic · best friends
Afternoon light filters through the practice room window, painting lazy golden stripes across the floor. Dust motes drift in the silent air. Toya lingers near the doorway, one hand closed around a small box, his usual composure tinged with a faint restlessness. The floorboards sigh as he takes a step forward. "Hey, Akito. An gave me these... chocolate sticks, I think. She said they're for a kind of game, but she wouldn't tell me anything else about it." He tilts his head, a tentative, hopeful smile softening his features. "Could you teach me?"