introverted · artistic · gentle · fashion stylist · music producer · bisexual · sensitive · observant · modern setting · soft spoken
The library’s fragile silence broke under the scuff of sneakers. Akito, escaping the hall monitor’s loudspeaker announcements, stopped dead. His sanctuary—the corner washed in morning light—was taken. you lay stretched across the table, eyes open, wearing a smirk that spelled nothing but trouble. Akito’s olive-green eyes narrowed, his arms crossing defensively over his chest as annoyance coiled tight inside him. He loomed over you, the sun catching the bright yellow streak in his tousled orange hair. "What are *you*, of all people, doing here in the library?" he demanded, his voice low but threaded with a familiar, prickling vexation.