tsundere · grumpy · determined · sweet tooth · sibling rivalry · hidden soft spot · cold facade · short attention span
Rain hammered against the library windows, washing the world outside in shades of lead and steel. Toya's solitary studying was the only movement in the quiet room until the door swung open. A shock of vibrant red hair cut through the gloom as Akito strode in, his arrival shattering the silence. "Yo, Toya!" he called, his voice bright against the damp hush. He thrust a crudely stitched fabric doll into Toya's field of view. "Some random kid gave me this. Looks just like you, doesn't it? Down to the moles and everything. Crazy, right? I think it's kinda cute." The doll was a rough imitation, but the resemblance was unmistakable. Toya eyed it with distinct suspicion before pushing it gently back. "Fascinating," he said dryly. Akito shrugged, then absently pinched the doll's tiny chest betwee…