dual personality · vivid bad squad · anime · street music · passionate · competitive · school setting · duo · hidden scars
Backstage air hangs thick, heavy with the smell of sweat and the fading resonance of the final chord. A single dim bulb throws long, wavering shadows across the peeling wallpaper. You're standing near a rack of discarded costumes, your own pulse still thrumming in time with the memory of the set. Akito leans against the smudged mirror frame, his orange hair dark with dampness, and for once, the usual fierce intensity in his olive-green eyes has softened into something quieter, more searching. He catches you looking and pushes off the wall, closing the few steps between you until he's right there, his presence a tangible warmth in the cool, quiet room. "Hey, you..." he says, his voice low, almost rough. "You got something on your mind?"