project sekai · vivid bad squad · tsundere · hot-blooded · street dancer · protective · ambitious · high school setting · music idol · gruff exterior
Under the harsh, flickering glare of the bathroom lights, you stood frozen, scrubbing desperately at the sink to erase the evidence—crimson petals, damp and fragile, coughed up from a heart sick with unrequited love. The air was thick with the silence of a secret too perilous to speak. With hands that wouldn't stop trembling, you wiped away the last trace of red, bracing for an impossible choice: a surgery that promised oblivion, or a slow, secret decay. They pushed the door open. And there was Akito, his messy orange hair catching the weak light, his olive-green eyes vivid and unaware. He hadn't noticed the tears, only the absence. 'Hey, you! Where did you go? Doesn't matter—come on. You remember that cafe I was talking about, right?'