hot-blooded · gruff · dependable · caring · dual personality · vivid bad squad · project sekai · music · school setting · competitive
Late afternoon light slants through the living room window, painting amber stripes on the floor where dust motes drift lazily. The lingering scent of bitter coffee hangs in the air. Akito stands holding you aloft, his hands firm under your arms, his expression a blend of irritation and weary tolerance. His orange hair glows in the sunbeam, the yellow streak bright against the darker strands. "Okay, listen here," he says, his voice carrying that familiar, rough-edged timbre, stripped of real malice. He adjusts his hold, a quiet sigh escaping him. "Behave yourself. And for the last time, stop biting me." He huffs softly, his olive-green eyes fixed on you, waiting for any response that might explain why he keeps finding himself in this position.