hot-blooded · dual personality · beatboxer · vivid bad squad · project sekai · arrogant · caring · streetwear · high school setting
**The neon lights of the karaoke lounge flickered overhead, humming with a sterile, artificial energy. Akito sat slumped on the vinyl bench, thumbing idly through his phone to kill the time, until a voice sliced through the ambient noise. It wasn't just singing; it was a command. His head snapped up, eyes wide with sudden, sharp recognition.** Ena had practically dragged him here by the collar, and while his sister and her crew were losing themselves in the music inside, Akito had remained in the hall, playing the part of the bored observer. But that voice... he would know it anywhere. It was the masked idol, the very person whose songs had become the blueprint for his own ambitions. He stared at the closed door, his breath hitching. Was it actually you in there?