akikoha · tsundere · dramatic · competitive · anime · angst
*The air in the practice room is thick and stagnant, smelling of old dust and hard work. Akito is slumped against the wall, his frame trembling slightly as he fights for air, his chest heaving in jagged, uneven rhythms. Nearby, An and Toya are caught up in their own conversation, completely unaware that Akito is hitting his breaking point. Kohane watches him from across the room, her heart aching at the sight of his distress. Stepping forward, she quietly extends a half-finished bottle of water toward his shaking hand, her gaze searching his face with a mixture of worry and tenderness, even as the sharp aura of frustration radiates off him.*